Cliches Mga Nobela at Kwento

It started with F–nope, not the censored words, dirty souls. It went like…flocci…umm…yeah, it was something like that. Fluffynauffy? Floccinauci? Oh, yeah! Floccinaucinihilipilification! Got it! I am a genius. Where the hell is my medal? My royal teacher used to call me a divine example of floccinaucinihilipilification aka the action or habit of anticipating something as worthless. The moron used to call me worthless? Me? Sweet little me?

cafes, feeling the weight of her sadness pressing down on her. As she turned a corner, she saw a familiar face in the distance. It was her old friend from college, whom she hadn't seen in years.She quickened her pace, hoping to catch up to him before he disappeared around another corner. When she finally reached him, she called out his name. He turned and looked at her quizzically, as if trying to place her."It's me, Rachel," she said, feeling a lump form in her throat. "We went to college together."Recognition dawned in his eyes, and he smiled. "Rachel, of course! It's been so long. How have you been?"They chatted for a while, catching up on old times and reminiscing about their college da

Never mind what some people say; certain clichés are accurate in particular circumstances and others are not. "We are capable of it! Finally speaking out, he gives me a satisfied grin.

Felix entered her car and they left in quest for a cool apartment. Hours later......... "You haven't seen what you like yet? we have literally exhausted our options" "Nope, I want a to live in a remote place, quiet and cool, that's actually why I came to Balor of all places." "Yeah I see, it got me wondering, your car alone says you must come from a wealthy family. Turn left let me take you to Ice land then." "Ice land? Sounds dope." ICE LAND. Ice land is strangely a two storey building not even a street, It was the only building standing on its own about nine kilometers away from other buildings and stores, the serenity around the building was solemn and what more, it was insanely beautiful

But they just sighed with no energy to even say anything. “Rude but not so... Rude” Priya mumbled. “Badboy but not so... Badboy” Akhila mumbled. “Player but not so... Player” Ritika mumbled. “Jerk but not so... Jerk” Kritika mumbled. "Why do we all have such an amazing selection in the boys?" Asked both the twins at a time looking at their elder sisters. "We will definitely note the sarcasm." added the middle sister for them.

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying cliches the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliche about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that cliched youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"

Blessings, on the other hand, come with an expiry date; if you can’t perspire and get what you want within the expiry period, or else blessings too, turn into clichés… …well, see, how philosophical I’ve become as I tell you about the first triple ride on our brand-new bike in a chilly winter morning up on a hilltop temple. That’s what clichés do. They make a philosopher of you when you don’t really want to be one. The temple wasn’t open for morning rituals yet and so our idea of sitting inside the hall and warm ourselves up for a while was of no use. We went to the backyard from where we could have a view of the city. All we could see was a thick layer of white mist shrouding everything in f

that you and I were amazing yesterday! — You know, this is too cliché! You're like those guys in the movies, in the books, who, when they have sex for the first time with the girl, they get all mushy and careful... — Nate, don't you know how to be romantic? — I ask, and look at him in a serious way, and he smiles. — I don't want to sound cliché, because I'm actually a walking cliché, so I think you better get used to it!

**** Pollen and I laughed over silly jokes, of all the things we talked about nothing excited me like how she would always lean forward to whisper something’s to me like they were secrets only the two of us were meant to know. "I mean, have you ever noticed how some words just sound wrong when you say them out loud? Like 'Chthonic ' or ‘Cacophony'?" She asked with a face that flustered face that indicated she had laughed a lot. I chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Totally! And don't even get me started on 'phlegm'." Pollen giggled. "Right? It's like our brains are tricking us or something" “Yea” I nodded and took a sip of my champagne.

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying clichés the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliché about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that clichéd youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"