I had an assignment for writer's craft, the idea of which was to write at least one paragraph using as many cliches as possible. It was ridiculously fun! I challenge everyone else to do the same! :D
Write me a drabble using as many cliches as possible, for any fandom, and I'll make you a pretty banner!
Cliches
*Italicized phrases were used in the paragraph(s)
round as an apple
First come, first served
keep your head above water
spring in his step
familiarity breeds contempt
every man for himself
if ifs and buts where candy and nuts, every day would be Christmas
spin a tale
right on the money
cold as ice
Money doesn't grow on trees
Not worth the paper it's written on.
there is a thin line between love and hate
last resort
waste not want not
age gracefully
rule with an iron fist
use it or lose it
hold your own
at the drop of a hat
on the go
in cold blood
poetry in motion
sight for sore eyes
the light at the end of the tunnel
sands of time
rain cats and dogs
at your beck and call
crystal clear
win hands down
hard as nails
dumb blond
all that glitters is not gold
two wrongs don't make a right
icing on the cake
solid as a rock
tail between his legs
the more the merrier
the pen is mightier than the sword
good things come in small packages
out of sight, out of mind
every cloud has a silver lining
look before you leap
some things never change
home is where the heart is
on her death bed
held its breath
the top dog
ways of the sword
clung to her like a child
Paragraph(s): Keeping His Head Above Water
They say that despite being round as an apple, the queen aged gracefully and
ruled with an iron fist until she lay on her death bed. As her skin grew cold
as ice, the kingdom held its breath, frightened of a future without a ruler.
Because the queen had believed that every cloud had a silver lining, she forgot
to look before she leaped and had a tendency to hire people at the drop of a hat,
resulting in havoc following her death. Many of her men could not hold their own
in battle, and as there is a fine line between love and hate, her son turned his
back on the kingdom and began a war.
A warrior who was hard as nails, the prince sent the enemy home with their tails
between their legs, murdering in cold blood and making it crystal clear that he
was now the top dog. Though he won all battles hands down, money didn't grow on
trees, and all that glittered was not gold, so at the beginning of his reign he
found that he had wasted the kingdom's resources on petty battles. Demanding that
the citizens waste not want not, he brought his most loyal servants, who waited
on his beck and call, and fled as his last resort.
The promise of a new land brought a spring to his step, and after wandering
through the sands of time, learning the ways of the sword in order to move like
poetry in motion, he finally glimpsed the white light at the end of the tunnel
where his mother waited. A sight for sore eyes, he clung to her like a child,
reminding himself that for all of his exploring, home would always be where the
heart is.