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Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, toi should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to a published writer. We all have our influences. It is important to know that there is no new idea. If you've considered something, odds are there was someone before toi who considered that very same idea. It doesn't make toi unoriginal ou a copy-cat. It just makes toi human.

toi as an individual are very unique. Our experiences, family, friends, and personality combine to make a fingerprint that no other can replicate exactly. And even if toi came up with the idea of a scientist and his alter-ego without ever even hearing of Robert Louis Stevenson, toi can still write that story and add your own personal perspective on it. T.S. Eliot once a dit that "Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal."

And who do we consider to be great writers? Shakespeare. Steinbeck. Dante. Poe. Do toi really believe their ideas were completely their own? Shakespeare, for example, wrote numerous plays with creative plots that he borrowed either from history ou from stories much older than he was. Romeo and Juliet was a retelling of the old Roman Romance, Pyramus and Thisbe, with smatterings of history. He does not try to hide the roots of his plays. In fact, he often celebrates them. In A Midsummer Night's Dream for example, the Mechanicals parody this tale par putting on a poor performance of it. If toi think that it ends with that, Twelfth Night is based on an old Italian story, Gl’ Ingannati. Othello's tale comes from Cinthio's Desdemona.

If Shakespeare's écriture was not original, why is he celebrated? For the way he tells these classic tales and makes them his own. His language, his characters, and the way he strings together history and fiction into beautiful pieces of theater. To say nothing of Steinbeck and Dante who used the Bible plus often than once, ou Poe who used classic poetic patterns to make his prose plus interesting. Every good writer steals from one another.

This includes what we call the "cliché." All a cliché is, in the end, is an old idea. Now toi have two choices when it comes to clichés: embrace them ou reject them. Do not dilly-dally between the two. Because if toi write something and believe it's a cliché, and toi didn't want it to be a cliché but toi leave it as it is, it will come off as poorly executed. No one will be interested in it. They'll say, "It's been done before, and I don't care." This isn't to say that clichés don't have their uses! In fact, embracing a cliché and remodeling it can make a very interesting work. These can come off as a critical text, a parody, ou even a complete reevaluation of the original cliché.

Let us take for example the classic tale of The Stinky Cheese Man, which completely deconstructs the old fairy tale, The Gingerbread Man. Fairy tales are often remodeled because they are the oldest and most familiar cliché of them all. Gregory Maguire has created a career out of transforming old, two-dimensional fairy tales into political commentaries. The appeal of clichés is that they are so familiar to us, when we find them in unfamiliar territory, it startles us. Another example of remolding the cliché in télévision and film is the work of Joss Whedon's Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. Not only does he change the meaning of the word "vampire," but he changes our idea of a "slayer," not only par making her female, but making her a blonde cheerleader.

Certain schools of literature and theater have made a whole genre out of parodying clichés. Existentialism challenges things that the world takes for granted (Camus, Calvino) and Beckett and Ives drafted Theater of the Absurd out of cliché concepts.

So the cliché is not something that we necessarily need to avoid at all costs. Every cliché can be retold and remodeled into something new. If toi find that toi have (accidentally) written a cliché, don't just abandon it! Embrace it! Take for example, the following short, short story.

Once upon a time there was a princess. She had beautiful long blond hair and loved skipping out in the woods on the weekends looking for adorable woodland creatures to call her pets. Then one jour she stumbled upon a frog. She found it to be so cute that she kissed it and it turned into a prince!

Rather than ending this tale with a "Happily Ever After," try to think of a few plus interesting endings other than that.

Examples: The princess dragged the prince to the château to be married immediately. The prince, still dazed and confused par the fact that he was suddenly human, went back to his usual ways of lounging about and eating flies until the princess began to nag him incessantly. Furious, he decides he loathes the whiny beast and marches back accueil to his swamp, where he lives still, sitting on a rock and eating flies, doing as he pleases.

The princess screamed and began beating this stranger with her bourse, sac à main before pulling out her mace and threatening to call the police and running back to her castle.

It is not difficult to put a new spin on an old idea. Those examples were just off the haut, retour au début of my head, but if toi put plus thought in it, just imagine the ways toi can twist an old cliché for your own devices!

Just a recap: It is not a bad thing if something toi write reminds someone of something else. "Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal." And embrace ou reject a cliché. If toi waver in the middle of each, then it will come off poorly. It is a perfectly fine thing to embrace a cliché, and plenty of good works of literature have come out of such a practice.
posted by teamphantom
I’ll never forget the jour I had encountered a ghosts with my best friends. And I will be happy to share that story with you.
It was August 20th exactly one week before the start of middle school. My best friend Alex and I sat outside on the curb and ate our half melted fraise ice cream on a cone. It must’ve been 95 degrees outside because we could feel our sweet dripping off our faces. We didn’t say much because the calefaction made us not want to be social. We sat there in silence and licked our ice cream.
“What do toi think middle school will be like, Collin?” Alex broke the...
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added by harold
Source: Brigham Young université
posted by RainSoul
What do toi do when the gray waves roll over your head, and your body is too weak to swim ashore. Do toi panic and scream and try anyway to break the surface of the water? Do toi silently cry and pray and tell your loved ones toi l’amour them one plus time. ou because toi know it's futile to fight soumettre to the lulling cold darkness s’embrasser at your eyelids? Do toi let the salty seawater drain into your lungs and choke to death's waiting arms?

Or do toi float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. toi choose wisely.. toi wake up in a...
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posted by xoxpoisonxox
This is a Monolouge I wrote a little while il y a for drama class. We had to write a dramatic one. So this monologue is about a girl who is talking to her therapist about a récent event with her friend.

Tell me what toi think!

My mother says toi can help me - Help me make sense of it. I don't beilive in therapists - But I guess ill .....0give it a try..

You know, Some say suicide is the most selfish act one person can make.. I used to think this too. But now it doesn't make sense to me how the most selfless, kind , person I know - knew- could be labled as selfish..

How long have I known her? Well...
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Here are the definitions of the words.Read and guess what they are before lire the right réponses I write below.

1.It's a person who works in a restaurant,takes the nourriture from the cuisine to the tables.
2.It's a place where toi go when toi want to buy something.It's a very big boutique where toi can buy anything.
3.It's a thing which toi use to talk.It's a kind of machine,it's very small and nearly everybody has one nowadays.
4.It's an adjective.It's the opposite of fat,but means thin and acttractive.
5.It's an adjective again.It's how toi feel when toi have a lot of things to do but toi don't have...
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posted by breebree446
 To think, most of my character names come from a thrift store baby book!
To think, most of my character names come from a thrift store baby book!
Baby Name Books!

My #1 resource is the baby name book I bought from a thrift store. It's a lifesaver! Not only does it have over 5,000 names but origins, boy and girl names, and alternate spelling. But, if toi can't get a hold of a baby name book there's always...

Name Websites!

Just as good and pretty much the same thing. They have access to millions of names online! One website I find really useful;

link
link - Thanks ellie_bellie135^^

Symbolic Names!

Often, writers give thier characters a name that has a certain meaning. For instance, one of my characters is named Roni. Which is short for Veronica....
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posted by Spotty_Vision21
I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, jour in and jour out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...
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posted by fanfangirlfan
As I try to think of something, anything to say to him now, I recall the first time I saw Sam outside of school.
It was about a an ago. Tyler was at my house playing with Jen. It was late and they both needed to be put to bed. Their tiredness only resulted in them fighting. I eventually put them on time-outs until Tyler’s uncle showed up. ou I thought it would be his uncle. It turned out to be Sam. I opened the door when he knocked and was a little thrown to see him. I recognized him from school, but only as the quiet boy I’d never talked to. His hair was wet as if he’d just showered...
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posted by Hades332
SURGE

Surge, a moderately tall teenager wearing an open red shirt, stood in the middle of what was once New York’s Time Square. At first, second, and possibly even third glance Surge did not look like the kind toi would want to have a conversation with. He had a strange looking tattoo that adorned his chest like a necklace. His muscles were toned, and his hair was an unkempt blonde. None of this was what would have frightened someone though. What frightened people were the claws strapped to his wrists. They came to sharp, slightly curved, points that dripped with blood.
Surge stood now amongst...
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posted by StarsGoBlue
Coach 
 
Chapter 1: From a table, tableau Away

Kids, toi know your Uncle Barney; Scotch, money and women. Those three words pretty much summed up his life. He couldn't ask for a better life. Little did he know, he was about to get a rude awakening. toi see, he had grown accustomed to this cycle, a carousel, if toi will. It spun round and round until his life was completely changed by..."The Coach".



An unforgiving canopy of  charcoal  clouds hung above New York. They seemed detrimental; yearning to release their stockhold of transparent liquid. Rain. That's all it had done for the past week, rain. It...
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posted by DxCFan123
"Loser!"
"Bitch!"
"Stupid!"

The 5 girls just kept on yelling insults at Miku.

"Go die in a hole!"
"Ugly whore!"
"Idiot!"

The green-haired girl just stood there, head in her hands, listening to their insults.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!!" she yelled at them, and dropped to her knees, sobbing.

"We'll shut up when toi stop being an ugly whore!" the head of the clique, named Lily, yelled back. She laughed and high-fived the girls behind her, knowing she was successful in torturing Miku with words. "Gimme the baseball bat Len has, Luka!" Lily a dit to the pink-haired girl that was uncontrollably laughing....
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posted by Kachetes
Rain pour hard outside the sound made me want to stay in lit hmmm I turn to my side and moan
“mom,daaaaaad”my eye start to water my body gave a little shake as if I was cold when I was pretty sweaty with my four blankets on me
“what ?”dad yelled mom turned on the light she rushed to put her hand on my cheek
“whats wrong?"her tone was tired I almost felt bad for waking her up but
“mom I feel sick”my voice sounded just right weak and paimed
“hmmm”after an heure of nonstop questions and jouer la comédie on my part mom let me in peace
“we`ll be at work while jr. is going to be at school and...
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Unexpectedly Jada Larkson found herself on the floor sprawled out like someone who just got shot. She tiredly looked around and sighed. She moved to the side and got up.
she then walked over to her dresser and took out her messy pigtails, then her hair was worse, It stuck out in all directions. She grabbed a brush and moved it through her
silky black curls. She tiredly grabbed her classes and stuck them on her pale freckled face. Then she opened her draw and grabed something random. once she was dressed she
noticed the time 7:55 AM...She slept through the first hour-AGIAN
She quickly put toghter...
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I remember the jour of September “Mommy Daddy” when my mom and dad and I were walking in a pitch-black dark hallway. I heard screams, crying, shouts my Mom told me there are things in this world we wont understand. She was right I had no clue what was going on here only god did.

My Dad took off his locket that my Mom gave to him he placed it around my neck and let go I felt the cold golden chain around my neck I looked down. At the golden and silver locket I gently held the locket in my hand I pressed a button and it opened up. There I saw a picture of my Mom on the left side and a picture...
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posted by Buddy8fnj
I looked at my watch, two hours left. The whispers in my head gradually getting louder...I had to get there, I had to try. I walked vers l'avant, vers l’avant into the shack and was immediatly terrified, written in blood all over the walls was "Time's almost up" over and over again, the whispers in my head starting to get louder, and there was a soft humming sound behind it all. I screamed out in confusion, overwhelmed. Then one whisper in my head was finally distinctable, it whispered "don't even try, fool" I tried to ignore it, and looked around the shack for some way, any way to get to get rid of my burden....
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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
So this is part 2 i hope toi enjoy!


Alexis sat on the herbe chewing happily on her sandwich, listening to the chatter that was going on around her. Elyon was kneeling not far from her laughing at one of Astrids crude jokes (again), Lily was talking to Rose about some boy in the class above them.Alexis's mind wandered to the time when she was able to talk to the girls and have fun. Like a normall teenager. She closed her eyes, breifly, letting the memories of her past overflow.

A group od girls sat on a large bed, in a large room. Laughing and gossiping. Alexis was there laughing too.The image...
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posted by mona_me
what a stupid! love! love! love! "i l’amour love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
l’amour is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , toi can't even define it. toi know why? because it isn't there! that's why toi can't say i am in l’amour and say the same word after two years ou two days.
toi see, if it worked with your lover, toi 'll say toi loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
toi are all stupid, lovers!
toi aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
toi may not believe me now, but toi will, in few years in your life.
l’amour is a legend.
posted by rAsberrStrarS
Taylors strong and muscular tonned shape made him an ultimate étoile, star in his football career.So it was'nt a suprise that i was craddled to that chest know,as he examined me.
'Taylor,seriously i really don't know how i fell, i must have caught my foot on a loose root ou something.you know what i'm like'I spoke as softly as i could with my injuries.
Taylor did know what i was like,most definetly, thats how we met-with me being accident prone.It had been a close call,the first jour of school. When Taylor caught me before i tumbled my way down the first hundred steps of our school, outside reception....
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posted by hannah_vampire
Thanks for all the commentaires plz keep commenting :) this is a long one

I had not been to school for two weeks, had not seen Damon and his family for ages, It was like a prison here and i couldn't get out par myself it was always Sefo follow her studpie mutt.


The whole jour I was followed par 9.00pm ' salut i'm kinda tried so I'm gonna go to ur bed' OMG would Oni ever get his son away from me ' Sefo Im getting changed unless toi wanna stay and get hit the the head i suggest toi leave' He turned and walked out thank goddness, Now Time to go out the window. I got out of the window and started to run Damon...
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posted by thirteen_times
There he is just standing there, starring at toi with chiot dog eyes. He smiles briefly at toi breaking your heart. It’s all too much so toi so toi slam the door. Before the door shuts he sticks his foot in the door way stopping it.
“I just want to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” toi lie. toi don’t want to hear him apologize ou even see him. What he did hurt toi like nothing else could, still toi knew that toi loved him and toi cœur, coeur ached for him. toi wish toi could turn back time to when toi both were happy but toi know that what’s done is done.
“How about us…”...
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