cliché, cliché, cliché! yes, i know it's a cliché. it's intended to be. it's just a quick, half-hour or so flash fiction to help me ry and work on my writing. hence the cliché; i don't particularly need to worry about plot because it's already sorted.
Clean, College, Flash Fiction, No-Yiff, Short, cliché
If this all sounds so far so cliché, it's because the details in between are where _black dogs_really sings. the books share a lot in common with ursula vernon's other stories, especially _digger_ and her t. kingfisher books.
Black, Dog, Fantasy, Review
Taywin is the daughter of a queen, (yeah cheesy i know but it's not the disney cliché, work with me xd) which puts a lot of pressure on the teen.
ramble, work in progress
Hope and faith are words that get tossed around a lot, and things people tell you that are cliche. well theyre cliche because you hear them a lot and why do you hear them a lot? because theyre true. remembering that is is ok to fail but not ok to quit.
Couple, Love, No-Yiff, SFW, motivation
I hadn't been in denial, nothing that cliché. i just had gotten more and more open to the idea with less and less alcohol in my system, and that was that.
Fox, Male, No-Yiff, Wolf, WritingGroupChallenge
I know its cliché right."
"i'm sorry, do what? movie and dinner, cliché? what exactly are you asking?" demeter narrowed her eyes at him and placed her paws on her hips.
Clean, Date, Progressive story, Timber Wolf, Vixen
The bunny loved salad, perhaps cliché for rabbits. and even more cliché was his love of carrots. but, hey, what can you do? it was who he was. at least it wasn't something you could get killed over.
Bunny, Gay, Modern, No-Yiff, Realistic, Story Progression, Story Series, Wolf
I exclaimed to them and they nodded with grins upon their faces and leonar threw his claw up into the air shouting, "hope we do not bore the audience with a cliché old story!"
Comedy, Dragon, Dragoness
I stare out the large, lone window
always big enough
for that cliché jump
and splatter
without hitting the so few flowers at the entrance.
clever.
i swig down my last half-shot
while listening to the static of the t.v.
Night, Poem, Suicide