Death To Nightmare Chapter 8
It such a cliche bad guy name.\>_ "they called us the night mare of the moon a thousand years ago. we figured to throw it back at them." _\cliche though. anyway give me back my body.\>_ "your body?!"
Go For It
"as cliche as it sounds, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. personally i think you look really handsome." philip rubbed his chin as he looked over tommy. "average build, rounded face, pretty eyes, and of course the prized fluffy tail. all check.
Isn't It Beautiful
It's not the final title, but i couldn't think of one except what is spoken as the final line of the story, and i felt like that kind of self-explanatory title was cliche. take from the title whatever you wish for it to mean.
Sonny gets Mad Scienced
Said the doc, further revealing himself to be a slave to cliche. "why, doctor, from what i know of your, um, mad...science...ing habits, you'd welcome the chance to be turned into one of your glorious creations." he grinned. "thematic irony.
Rock and Run!
"i know...but i can't shake the feeling that having a sprite join you on a quest is some sort of cliche." the end.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventeen
In fact, let’s just keep the clichés rolling, shall we? let my boys disarm you or…” he waved his free hand. “throat-cutting and all that.” the captain gazed around at his men, and then tossed down his sword.
I Believe Its Time To Wake Up
Nonsense... such a cliche has been thrown around more times than an experienced pipeman, no... i'd like to believe that there is no perfect story. there is no perfect ending.
Bunkhouse Stories
The stallion actually enacted the cliché of rubbing the back of his long neck. "high school is its own morass of class systems. in fact..." he paused and shook his head. "remind me later.
The Stone- Chapter 2
The thought of "great power comes great responsibility" popped into my head but it was much too cliché for my situation. i then looked at him and nodded confidently, smiling a bit. the man smiled too and then looked serious again.
Tuesday spar
Ben got up from his chair and went towards the door “as cliché as this may seem, don't judge a book by it's cover, miss jones.
Transitioning
Those cliched lines were cliche for a reason. might as well give the standard response. "dad, it's not something i'm doing, it's just...the way things are." his mom looked horrified, and began quietly crying.
Chasing Pavements.
How cliche." reg said as he picked up his drumsticks. reg was the oldest, a large muscled bull that talked with a accent that sounded straight out of the ozarks. "and when will i get to be the guitarist, i can play just as good as you!"