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

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

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

Examples: The princess dragged the prince to the kastil, castle to be married immediately. The prince, still dazed and confused oleh 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 halaman awal 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 tas, dompet 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 puncak, atas of my head, but if anda put lebih thought in it, just imagine the ways anda can twist an old cliché for your own devices!

Just a recap: It is not a bad thing if something anda write reminds someone of something else. "Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal." And embrace atau reject a cliché. If anda 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 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 membagi, split detik 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 anda for cacthing me before I fell”i berkata 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 atau 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 teluk, da? window here in Virginia pantai 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. jantung 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 atau whatever. Then selanjutnya 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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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 lebih 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 anda see
I'm not myself anymore
Well anda can see
What I've done
Blinded myself
lost 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 lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
oleh Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
oleh myself

Well take your houses
Take your money
Take the things anda 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 lost in my own fairytale
Where I'm the winner
All over again
in my daydreams I've lost all hope
All ambition
Looking and losing an only friend

I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
oleh Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
oleh myself

I'm lost
I'm here
I'm lost here
oleh myself

I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
oleh myself

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


And his hair I cinta 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 anda 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 berkata a little too late. I looked at the suns sokongan, 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 selanjutnya to me and my damaged ears are playing tricks on me. atau maybe she really is far away from here, wherever that is.
    A flame billowing over a folded up car flicks its vile tongue. The api 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 cinta 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 asam and full of anger. Nothing he did atau berkata made her realize that if she asked anything he would do it with out a detik thought. She shook her head and raced out the door.

He wasn’t...
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posted by Insight357
An malaikat
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 malaikat 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 malaikat 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
posted by Nesrino
Once upon a time, there was a 15 tahun old boy named Will who loved sports as if they were his whole life. From the beginning of his first hari at school, Will tried out for the sepakbola team and they were amazed how talented this boy was at sports at such a young age. When Will became 12 years of age, he had won the scool over 20 awards for each soccer, bola basket and tenis competition they entered. He has also become very fit and well-built from all his exercising and sports, and seems to think that being fit was one of the most important things a person should accomplish in life. Will has always...
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posted by mars15
I need you
from the first moment i saw you
I need you
because you're the air i breathe
I need you
because you're the water i drink
I need you
because just the thought of seeing anda makes me want to get out of bed
I need you
because anda can with just one smile make my whole world starts to turning again
I need you
because anda make me wake up from my the most horrible nightmare without fear
I need you
because anda can give me hope when i don't have one
I need you
because even if I'm at the bottom,you're always there to help me stand up
I need you
because in this cruel world anda keep me alive
I need you
because i know that you'll never give up from me
I need you
because when no one believed in me anda were there to stand up for me
I need you
because you're everything for me
But the most important thing why i need anda is
because I'll always cinta you!


This was in my head so i just thought to write it
posted by nimone
Let's be honest we have all at least once in our lives experienced the misfortune that is the power cut.

The power cut it'self may not be as intolerable depending on the circumstance. If anda live in a place where it is sunny and there is a lot to do outside then anda don't have much to worry about.
I for one do live in this kind of climate usually. This however was not the case yesterday!

Not only was it the only hari of the week where everything is closed as it was a Sunday, oh no it was also pouring down raining!

I was forced indoors with nothing to do and it was really dark inside due to the...
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posted by irena83
Life,
priceless and important,
gives anda the roads
and leaves anda choices
of which your luck depends on.


This is your life
and anda live it
wrapped oleh sadness
atau happiness.
Who cares?


This is your life,
invisible for others.


anda pick the road
and pray that the choice
is right,
but life loves anda not,
that's anda who cinta
the joy of life.


Life,
priceless and important,
gives anda choices,
unpredictable events,
grays and hope,
and life is all yours.


But, the pertanyaan is
will anda remain sane
even though your life
is cruel to your dreams,
will anda remain sane
even when your life
is dying in your eyes.