Writing Cliches Novels & Stories

"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-"

You should have been nominated for Oscars. From now on, I will disappear from your sight, you jerk. Let us see if you will really die. I will kill you with my own hands if you won’t. I wish you will get impotent for doing this to me. Having babies that will eventually grow up like you will not be good for the human race. What was that cliché line again? I always hear it from people nowadays. They are correct. Ignorance is bliss. I think this line was invented by a person who got hurt when he knew something that cannot be knew if you are not smart. I wish I am not smart.

Maybe, I should give her movie tickets and ask her out! 'Dude! I get it that she asked for cliché, but did she also ask for zero creativity? Chocolates, flowers, movie tickets... Really? Who gave you the title of youngest but wealthiest man in the country, huh? You seem to have very little brain. Try something new!' A tiny voice in my head mocked me and I squeezed my eyes in embarrassment. That's right. Being cliché doesn't mean it has to be basic. I need to think... Think out of the box!

I sighed softly, "I'm not used to... a presence that's not half-hearted." "Good," he replied quickly, but his voice remained soft. "Because I never intended to come half-heartedly." I chuckled. "That sounds cliché." “Clichés are sometimes the most honest,” he shrugged slightly. “And if you must know… I like clichés, if they mean I can sit here, with you, doing nothing, and still feel content.”

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

“Mooove it along, bitch!” “Seems originality is dead.” I groan, exasperated, with this repetitive conversation. “Seriously, it’s been two years of the same shitty insults. Come up with better material.” “What we lack in creativity,” Claudia’s minion says, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “We make up in effectiveness.”

"Didn't you ask me to tell you about it?" Daniel broke into a cold sweat. Of all the books she could be reading, she had to pick this one. If one drew a parallel, wouldn't he be the heartless male lead? What if she read on and remembered something from the past... By now, Daniel was sweating all over. "Anyway... romance novels use clichés. They’re all about endless love and stuff. They’re not very meaningful," he said with a forced smile. "You don't plan on writing one too, do you?"

"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-"

"Formulaic emotional responses that hit familiar beats without genuine feeling behind them. Your characters fall in love because the plot requires it, not because they're genuinely compelled by each other in ways that surprise them." Jake opened another manuscript her previous novel, *Dangerous Devotion* to a section covered in red marks. "This scene where your hero declares his feelings. He says, 'You make me want to be a better man.' Do you know how many romance heroes have said exactly those words? It's a cliché that signals emotional depth without actually providing any." Emma stared at the marked-up pages, seeing her carefully crafted scenes through Jake's unforgiving analytical lens. "

“What’s wrong with you two? One spacing out, the other crying like crazy?” Yvonne sniffled. “Waaah, the female lead died of cancer! Why do novels always go with car accidents, cancer, and long-lost siblings?! So annoying!” Goselle comforted her. “It’s cliché, but at least it’s better than mine. Mine’s so boring.” Then she turned to me. “What about you? You’ve been reading forever and you’re still on page two?” I closed the book. “Mine’s not good either.”