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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.
posted by GreenLight24
Author's Note: Hey, guys! :D I've finally drafted the third installment of the "Blacktie." series. It does require some knowledge of the first two stories đã đăng in order here: link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213262/title/blacktie-revised-version[/url][/url] and here:link]http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/writing/articles/213538/title/blacktie-dinner[/url][/url] This is the story of Blacktie's run-in with a female accomplice! It picks up right where the một giây story left off. Enjoy. :D

Anthony gently pulled at his bow tie and unbuttoned his áo, áo khoác as he peered devilishly towards the...
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posted by malmcd
bạn want to be there. bạn know bạn do. Don't lie, dahling. It's okay. I know what you're thinking when bạn look up at that splendorous place atop the mountain. I
know what fills you, spurs bạn on, fuels your dreams. You're obsessed with being chosen. Everyone is.
    The Land bạn thirst for has loomed at the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the mountain in Metopia for as long as bạn can remember. But for most of the year, it's covered in fog, it's color changing with each passing ngày as if it's a gargantuan mood ring. bạn begin your mornings staring at the fog, longing for the fateful evening when...
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posted by OlivFirecracker
bạn laugh at something just not funny and the only thing bạn do is apologise, even if bạn don't mean it, bạn do because the people hearing bạn laugh do not appreciate it. How could they?

You hear something sad about another and bạn apologise, because bạn may feel bad for them but bạn don't know what to say and bạn think saying anything else hoặc not saying anything at all is inconsiderate, but it's not fair on bạn because bạn don't know what to do with that information.

You did bạn best to save something hoặc someone for someone else but bạn fail and bạn know that bạn haven't Mất tích anything but...
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posted by Kachetes
The ride to brianas wasnt far but I could hardly see with the wind blowing at my face wich hurt my eyes I realy couldnt tell what happen next,but in a chẻ, phân chia, split một giây I found myself inches away from falling on my face to seeing I face close to mine
He was teenage boy hard gray eyes that made me want to break wich is hard to imagen how I got that idea ,he cant break me id break his nose nefore he could even touch me
And yet here I was tightly locked in his arm
“thank bạn for cacthing me before I fell”i đã đưa ý kiến very formaly he says nothing he states into my eye with a confused experation he pulls...
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posted by serenacullen93
Hello my name is Leila Claudette Xavier the daughter of Max Oscar Xavier. The CEO of Xavier Arms Of War hoặc X.A.W. it is the number one provider of weapons for the arm forces. X.A.W. has been around since world war one we are a family of geniuses mean the Xavier are know for that. I graduated from college when I was ten years old and was valedictorian of my high school class at the age of eight. I’m now fifteen. I woke to the sun pouring thought my vịnh, bay window here in Virginia bờ biển, bãi biển near Camp Pendleton so named after General William Nelson Pendleton an Episcopalian minister at Grace Church...
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posted by MomoThePuppy
Terrence moved slowly, watching where he placed his feet. He didn’t want to step on those certain floorboards that squeaked and risk scaring the small girl. He quietly picked his way across the floor, and stopped at the edge of the child’s bed. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder, and for a moment, his eyes became locked on the stark contrast of their skin tones. She was very light in color, almost a peachy shade. He was dark in tone, close to the color of chocolate. He smiled at this.

“Rosie,” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s almost daylight. Time to get up, kiddo.”...
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posted by Me_Iz_Here
(Not a very creative name, I know)


ONE

I sat on the bed. Doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I looked at the clock. Friday, five-fifty-eight PM. Five-fifty-nine. Waiting. Waiting. tim, trái tim pounding. Counting seconds. Every week. Every week, SHE came. SHE would try to kill me. Then I would scream for help and they would come. Then I would get a lecture that nothing was there, possibly some treatment hoặc whatever. Then tiếp theo Friday at six, it would happen again.
Forty-five seconds. I glanced at the book. I brought it with me. That way, no one else would read it. It was old and leather-bound, and had pictures...
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 "Leonardo"aka Leo the emo :]"
"Leonardo"aka Leo the Emo :]"
Ugh,I knew today was going to be terrible but seriously,does she have to completely suck his whole face like that.I wasn't talking about Lulu and Joel,luckily âm nhạc was the only class I didn't have those two lovers.No,I was talking about my friend Abby totally lipping her boyfriend Gabe's face off.It was completely sickening.Our retarded teacher never looked back so they spent the whole forty-five phút in class sucking faces.Juan had the same look I did,the look that make the whole school know that I drank rotten sữa hoặc something.A look that would make the janitors get a raise for their...
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posted by Vixie79
In a world of his
she unloads his gun

She and he waits for this
he releases his love

In blue and green orbs
she gives him thêm and more

A million miles away
A million years girl

In a black woven chest
he digs his nails deep

She trusts in him for what he does
live in a house in the suburbs

He kisses the pain with blood and light
sleeping it off in the morning

A million miles away
A million years girl

In her world of his
she unloads his gun

In a world of his
she covers the sun

A million miles away
A million years
A million years girl
posted by EmoKidSteven
Well bạn see
I'm not myself anymore
Well bạn can see
What I've done
Blinded myself
Mất tích my direction
In this times
That are getting cold
In this moment
To behold
And shine

Here's a poem
For all the loved ones
Here's a grave
For all the dead
Here's the oxygen
For all the living
Here's a tissue
For tears that are shed
I'm Mất tích now
I'm here now
I'm Mất tích here
bởi Myself
I'm gone now
I'm Mất tích again
I'm lost
bởi myself

Well take your houses
Take your money
Take the things bạn don't need
Live the life
You've always wanted
And then burn the memories
Take the good times and the bad
Take the happy maybe the sad
And turn, turn yourself around
I'm Mất tích in my own fairytale
Where I'm the winner
All over again
in my daydreams I've Mất tích all hope
All ambition
Looking and losing an only friend

I'm Mất tích now
I'm here now
I'm Mất tích here
bởi Myself
I'm gone now
I'm Mất tích again
I'm lost
bởi myself

I'm lost
I'm here
I'm Mất tích here
bởi myself

I'm Mất tích now
I'm here now
I'm Mất tích here
bởi myself

bởi myself
posted by twilight-rocks9
plz tell me if u like it hoặc if i should write more.


And his hair I tình yêu it!” my best friend Selene said. I make a gagging sound. “Oh shut up Gabs you’re going to be like this your boyfriend and I’m going to suffer.” she said. “You want to suffer then let me replay what bạn sound like.” I did a horrible impression of her. “Oh no I have to go bye gabby.” she said. When she got up she kicked sand on my arm. “Bye Lena” I đã đưa ý kiến a little too late. I looked at the suns bữa ăn, sự phô trương, refection on the clear blue ocean. I got up to go swimming when someone put their hands over my eyes and said...
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Source: I made it.
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posted by flabaloobalah
CHAPTER ONE: "CARTER"

There’s one silent sensation of falling really fast and really hard. Then it’s over. Just like that. Somewhere off in the distance, a girl screams. Maybe she’s tiếp theo to me and my damaged ears are playing tricks on me. hoặc maybe she really is far away from here, wherever that is.
    A flame billowing over a folded up car flicks its vile tongue. The ngọn lửa, chữa cháy reflects in the pools of blood and the bodies. Five bodies, and myself, still alive. Sirens wail and rescue teams and news vans swarm the scene. I moan and grip my chest, waiting for someone to notice...
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posted by Triscia95
“Caroline I’ve tried everything to prove my self time after time that I tình yêu you, that I would do anything for you, I’d never let anyone hurt you.” Klaus paused as Caroline stood in the door looking down at the hardwood floor tears rolling down her eyes. “That I would die for you.” He finished. Klaus took one step towards Caroline but as he did she took two steps away.

Klaus’s grieved face turned chua and full of anger. Nothing he did hoặc đã đưa ý kiến made her realize that if she asked anything he would do it with out a một giây thought. She shook her head and raced out the door.

He wasn’t...
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posted by Insight357
An Angel
A Demon
A battle
Raging in
The night sky

Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind

The Angel knelt down
On the cold winters ground
Spoke a soft prayer
Looked into the empty night air
Saw an image of himself

Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind

The demon summoned all his courage
And broke through the cage
He found no reason
He drew back his army
And walked to the Angel in harmony
With a fanged smile
From the demon
A wicked gleam
From the angel
They made their truths

Asphyxiation
A sweet sensation
No one knows the
Beckoning thought
In the bounds of your
Mind

No battle
No challenge
Peace
Amongst two forces
Now bonded
Inseparable