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Taylor says, moving closer to him. “But if you didn't kill them-” Liv begins. “Please, don't finish that sentence if you are going to say, 'then who did?' That is the most overused cliché line ever and I would probably have to shoot you and put us both out of our misery.” Taylor sneers at Liv. “Like, geez, please try harder to fit the those lame victim sterotypes.” “Please, try harder to be a bitch!” Liv snaps at her. “Besides.. I'm the cliché? You are so many sterotypes rolled into one crazy ass package, I can't even begin to name them all. But I can try..”

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!

Dunley Lewin, a hero among men, stands unrivaled above the land! Cassian and Griffin exchanged a glance before turning away at the same time. "What do you think of my poem, Cassian?" Dunley asked. "Is it not as remarkable as the ones by the bards of yore?" Couldn't Dunley be any less shameless? Not only was his poem filled with cliches, but the last sentence was even more shameless beyond belief! What was this nonsense about him being a hero among men and standing unrivaled? Why would that apply to the likes of him?

DeeDee said, clasping her hands to her chest. Ryden twitched next to me and I fought the urge to look at him, because I was pretty certain I would start laughing and not stop if I saw the look on his face. It was obvious enough the poem was about him, wasn’t it? “Shouldn’t poems rhyme?” I muttered. Stu glanced at me, and the pity in his face made me want to deck him. But I didn’t. “It’s so cliché for poems to rhyme nowadays,” he said eagerly.

"I'd better come back. I'm usually the last to read. Feel free to look around. He watched her return to the crowd and wander through the shelves herself. He listened absently to the next poet, who had recited verses to the wild music without words, then wrinkled his nose. God, I hate poetry. The outpouring of emotions was chaotic and ironic, so that any stranger could accept and empathize. The tangled comparisons between the will to live and the fury of nature, the endless clichés, and the puzzling image will make a man question his intelligence. Or not, it will give him an impressive career biography and a Hemingway-like classic. Give him an opera where his fierce emotions can be controlled

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

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

While they appear in good writing every so often, clichés are mostly boring unless you have a unique spin on them or can integrate them in a way that doesn’t seem tired. Embrace re-reading. Editing isn’t a one-off process, and chances are you’ll need multiple read-throughs in order to find all of your weak sentences, grammar mistakes, punctuation errors, and spelling errors. Mind your syntax. Be on the lookout for issues with grammar and word choice. Certain words can change the whole mood or feeling of a piece, and using weak verbs and weak adjectives will only exacerbate that. Make sure your writing feels strong and clear, and use a thesaurus with caution. If you’re not exactly sure how to

"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-"

“DIE, DIE, DIE!” The word that is overuse right now in this world and book. The cliché curse that everyone is using to torment someone and pin into their minds that there is nothing that they can do but to take that suffering and endure everything. The same word that surprises and for a few seconds put Winona still on her place while the past and the dreaded origin of Kyle’s darkness plays. “What is this?” “You wish and current desire. The one that you told me that you wanted to see and understand?”