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Clichés can be annoying or comforting. In some parts of a book they slip by as being normal to the story. Just for fun tonight, let’s see who can write the worst paragraph with glorious clichés on display.
My examples: (I am sure you can do better).
Clouds piled up in towers of dark swirls above the marina as sailboats fought the winds to re-enter the harbor. A few less hardy souls took down their sails and motored in to their berth shaking their heads at the insanity of those who thought they could fight the winds and prevail. The Coastguard boats prepared for rescue, shaking out their ropes and flags like bulldogs rattling a fence, ready to do their job. The waves grew white caps, and doors and windows in the seaside restaurant shuddered. Diners stopped eating to watch the deadly game and bet on which sails would shred and which would slide sideways into the water before the tiny boats dipped like swallows and turned upside down. Surfers churned into the beach and waved at the window in triumph while debating about one more run. Dabney shook his head. Would the daredevils never learn?
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Debra walked through the night woods wailing like a wolf, calling for her long lost friends and lovers who she still dreamed might join her at the dark well in the clearing. The orange moon rising above the skeletal trees held her focus as her voice rose and warbled. Night birds went silent, an owl swooped low, and still she cried aloud to the shades of the night world she had once known so well. Life without them was too painful. Surely they would come out of the shadows to play one more time. She stopped to draw up some cold water from the well and listened to the silence. The silence was both as hot as her beating heart and as cold and disappointing as her bare feet on the mossy stones. She was patient and she would wait while calling like a rooster at dawn to waken the weavers of the loom of life and when they came, she would embrace them and make them daisy chain necklaces.
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Babes waved at Stern as he skated by them in the park to the top of the hill named Dangerous. The downhill run was curved and he leaned left and right hoping no naïve tourist would step out of the woods into his path as his momentum grew. His knees bent like a skier and he kept his arms low. His jaw jutted out like a kite straining to break its ties to earth. He wanted to fly and this was as close as he could get. Here came the jump at the bottom over the tiny creek. He tensed his muscles and leaped like a sturgeon breaching the waves of the ocean. Up and over the thread of water, and then down to the final approach to the parking lot. The cement path leveled out and he slowed, disappointed that the ride was over and hoping for one more chance to rise above his fears, one more challenge to the masked skater, Pan of Pineview Park.
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By the end of the week, Thomas’s feet twitched to hit the disco scene. He wanted the glittering ball twirling lights on the floor, the blaring music digging into his brain like worms in an apple core. His feet would take him out of himself, the lights would disengage his frantic work day brain, and he would twirl and shake and stomp without inhibition. He would be a different person from the uptight realtor in suit and vest who showed homes he could not afford himself to people who cooed about the gold flecked walls of the bathrooms and who secretly wanted to change the whole décor.
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Now, it is your turn!!
I have to add xaxnar's entry from the comments.
It was a dark and stormy night, and the ship's captain was ready to seek any port in a storm, while below in the liner's bar room, those passengers not green to the gills from the rolling of the ship were depleting the barman's stock even to the last bottle of any remaining Port in the storm. The ship's wheel spun madly as the tide turned, the waves foamed, and both the seas and the passengers stomachs churned with the violence of the weather. However, the ill wind did blow some good at last, and safe harbor was found.
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