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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, bạn 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 bạn who considered that very same idea. It doesn't make bạn unoriginal hoặc a copy-cat. It just makes bạn human.

bạn 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 bạn came up with the idea of a scientist and his alter-ego without ever even hearing of Robert Louis Stevenson, bạn can still write that story and add your own personal perspective on it. T.S. Eliot once đã đưa ý kiến that "Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal."

And who do we consider to be great writers? Shakespeare. Steinbeck. Dante. Poe. Do bạn really believe their ideas were completely their own? Shakespeare, for example, wrote numerous plays with creative plots that he borrowed either from history hoặc 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 bởi putting on a poor performance of it. If bạn 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 nghề viết văn 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 thêm often than once, hoặc Poe who used classic poetic patterns to make his prose thêm 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 bạn have two choices when it comes to clichés: embrace them hoặc reject them. Do not dilly-dally between the two. Because if bạn write something and believe it's a cliché, and bạn didn't want it to be a cliché but bạn 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, hoặc 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 ti vi 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 bởi 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 bạn find that bạn 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 ngày 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 thêm interesting endings other than that.

Examples: The princess dragged the prince to the lâu đài to be married immediately. The prince, still dazed and confused bởi 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 trang chủ 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 cái ví, ví tiền 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 hàng đầu, đầu trang of my head, but if bạn put thêm thought in it, just imagine the ways bạn can twist an old cliché for your own devices!

Just a recap: It is not a bad thing if something bạn write reminds someone of something else. "Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal." And embrace hoặc reject a cliché. If bạn 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.
I remember the ngày 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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Looking around the dark, inviting room, thinking of life. It’s funny how bạn get thrown into things. The room bạn are in, for whatever reason. The things around you. bạn must’ve came to like them in some way, how though? Did it capture interest? Is it something a friend has gave you?
    How did I get to this point? Feeling fiction from đọc hoặc nghề viết văn is life, instead of my own. Wanting to be cast as characters in stories, but not my own life. Anxiety grows to be thêm like fictitious characters. I don’t understand my own life these days. All jumbled up, and disconnecting....
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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 phía trước, chuyển tiếp 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 bạn enjoy!


Alexis sat on the cỏ 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 tình yêu love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
tình yêu is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , bạn can't even define it. bạn know why? because it isn't there! that's why bạn can't say i am in tình yêu and say the same word after two years hoặc two days.
bạn see, if it worked with your lover, bạn 'll say bạn loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
bạn are all stupid, lovers!
bạn 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.
bạn may not believe me now, but bạn will, in few years in your life.
tình yêu is a legend.
posted by rAsberrStrarS
Taylors strong and muscular tonned shape made him an ultimate ngôi sao 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 hoặc 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 ngày 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 các bình luận 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 bởi myself it was always Sefo follow her studpie mutt.


The whole ngày I was followed bởi 9.00pm ' xin chào 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 bạn wanna stay and get hit the the head i suggest bạn 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 bạn with cún yêu, con chó con dog eyes. He smiles briefly at bạn breaking your heart. It’s all too much so bạn so bạn 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.” bạn lie. bạn don’t want to hear him apologize hoặc even see him. What he did hurt bạn like nothing else could, still bạn knew that bạn loved him and bạn tim, trái tim ached for him. bạn wish bạn could turn back time to when bạn both were happy but bạn know that what’s done is done.
“How about us…”...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
At lunch I went over and sat tiếp theo to Liz, she looked up at me and smiled. “So, you’re talking to me” I said, I opened my can and took a sip out. “Yeah, I forgive you” she said, and then she turned and looked at Adam. “Is that why?” I đã đưa ý kiến nodding at Adam. She smiled at me, and giggled. “He’s happy” The word shocked me as they came out of her mouth; I had forgotten that Adam was as Liz tells me ‘unhappy’. I gave her a light smile, I had made him happy. When the chuông, bell went it frightened me I was too Mất tích in my thoughts to even care about being late, so for a while I just...
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posted by GoRgOnxx
TIP-TAP-TIP-TAP....,thunder,car horns...All those noisy sounds were vanishing away from my earshot as i entered the dark valley full of garbage and drain pipes.The smell was unbearable.My running shoes made slippery sounds and I was soaking wet in the rain.I was wearing a black shirt,and jeans with my yêu thích áo khoác and stopped only to spare a một giây to catch my breath.But there was no time to waste.I always wanted this job,it was my dream since i was a child and i couldn't mess it up!But all my hope,courage and the little confident i had left me when i saw what's in front of me.There was...
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posted by Skitty_Love
I awoke in a sprawl. My giường sheets were Công chúa tóc mây around my ankles, my giường spread tumbled on the floor. "Whoops, I must've had a rough dream last night.." I jumped down and began fixing everything. Just then, Professor Rhinestone walked in. "Oh! Pardon me Soul, I was just searching for one of your old ROMs from long ago." He đã đưa ý kiến as he started looking through my maple-wood drawers and shelves. "Thats alright! But- Why would bạn need my old ROMs? I thought I got new ones." He nodded in reply. "Correct, but these older ones will help with many things, things bạn might not understand." He held a...
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posted by cutiegirl01
We were the first ones back downstairs and sat and watched a hiển thị about something that I wasn’t really following. A few phút later Sarus came down in a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and quần vợt shoes. He looked over at me and smiled, and we couldn’t help but laugh at each other.
Sarus looked over at Jenny and Annabelle, “You know bạn two are going to be dead right?”
“Yeah we know it was just fun to have to tie her hands behind her back and con vịt, vịt tape her mouth so that we could even change her. Getting the lip gloss on was interesting having her almost bite Annabelle’s finger off.”...
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posted by mitchie19
10. M A K E I T H A P P E N


“Yo, Sean, what up?” I shouted. Sean’s a football player, the quarterback of the team. Mostly he likes shaking his blonde hair. Sean’s living room was filled with my friends, Toby, Jason, Michael, and Chris. “I’m great, man. God, Melissa nailed me!” Sean said. We did a high five. The guys were watching Sports Channel.
I drank the can of Pepsi I was holding. “Look, look, look!” Toby was pointing at the flat-screen. “Another round left then the Toro’s will be champion!” Chris and Michael were shouting. I joined them.
“That was a two-point...
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posted by TDI100
bạn sit there and listen. bạn hear what has to be said. When suddenly bạn hear somthing that appeals to bạn we are going to be preforming romeo and juliet your fav play bạn close your eyes and begin to wander hình ảnh flash in your mind of bạn on stage gazing out speaking your lines as if they are your own people clapping standing oveation bạn bow bạn curtsey they all enjoyed it bạn made them happy. bạn are a ngôi sao people loved your prefomance bạn become thêm được ưa chuộng at school everyone whants to be your friend


then bạn stop a cold hand wrappes around your tim, trái tim I will never get the part I will...
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posted by LialSanders
A bead of sweat rolls down my face and splashes softly on the ground below me. My chest rises and falls softly. I breath in and ex hail. The grey sky above me mimics my mood. Thunder booms and lightning bolts threw the air. I vượt qua, cross my legs, put my hands on my knees and begin to meditate. màu sắc flash threw my brain, visions fill my mind. My eyes snap open and I see a ghostly figure hovering in front of me.
It's a child. A young girl, 8 years of age at the most. She draws me towards her with a tiny pointer finger. My soul escapes my body and flies threw the night... the little girl holding my...
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posted by problematic124
Prologue                        Look at the world, yeah go on and look at it. Now tell me, What do bạn see? Home? Life? Secrets? Death? Anything? Well most people always see it differently. But they never see what’s right in front of them.
    When bạn look at the world bạn always see the small things. bạn never see the big obvious things that lurk in the shadows of every dark corner    .
    Well some of us see it, others… don’t. You’d be surprised bởi ever secret, every hidden thing yet to be discovered… hoặc never will.
    And I know we shouldn’t be telling you, but bạn ought to know.
    So look at the world, that’s right look at it. Because it’s going to change forever…
posted by charmingGirl13
Okay this fits to be bài viết worthy. I have this budding idea for a story about a girl named Skye(real named skylar) who discovers that she and her two Những người bạn are Sirens ( a different kind than bạn think). They all have ibdividual powers like Skye can use other peoples power, Hazelle and Gabriel,s powers are conjuring ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and Hazelle can shapeshift objects. Their parents were Những người bạn and there dads, and hazelle and gabriel have one parent while skye has none, she lives with her aunt and she has this Mất tích sister who thinks she is a Siren but is their kinds' enemy. Meanwhile Hazelle and Gabriel are dating but skye and him are close because their moms were Những người bạn and wjen her parents died she lived with them for a while as kids. So eventually they like each other. This story is confusing and jeeds work but its what i have. Tell me should i tweek it hoặc leave it alone. Also give me insight into what to do to fix it. Thanks.
posted by para-scence
"I knew it," I said, tears filling my eyes. I ran away from them, even though Mother begged me to come back. I ran upstairs, slamming my door behind me. The house seemed to rattle, but my anger was still there. I wanted to cú đấm something; to just get it all out.

I collapsed onto my bed, and stuffed a cái gối, gối into my face. I screamed, with everything I had. I screamed because I was scared... unwanted... guilty... a mess... I screamed until my throat was sore, and I could feel my diaphragm trembling.

Then there was a soft knock at the door. I clutched the tear-soaked cái gối, gối to my chest, afraid...
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