“A bruised silence descended on the van.”
“A gentle silence descended on them, suggestive of the flow of time.”
“I had no idea what to say. A silence descended on us as sudden as the instant fresh oil is poured into a large frying pan.”
“Quiet descended, a silence so consuming that even the drafty corridors ceased whistling. Bog wasn't certain where to look, so he solved the problem by plucking out his eyes and sticking them in a drawer.”
“Hurt is a bruise on the outside. Harm is a bruise on the inside.”
“I’m done,” Bryce said, blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. “My bruises have bruises and those are quickly forming more bruises.”