Literary Luminary

Through the stone, the world was gray and colourless, like a pencil drawing. Everything in it was gray--no, not quite everything; something glinted on the floor, something the colour of ember in a nursery fireplace, the colour of a scarlet-and-orange tulip nodding in the May sun. Coraline reached out her left hand, scared that if she took her eye off it, it would vanish, and she fumbled for the burning thing.
Her fingers closed about something smooth and cool. She snatched it up, and then lowered the stone with the hole in it from her eye and looked down. The gray glass marble from the bottom of the toy box sat, dully, in the pink palm of her hand. She raised the stone to her eye once more and looked through it at the marble. Once again the marble burned and flickered with a red fire.

Similes = Blue

Metaphor = Green

Personification = Orange

Imagery = Purple