What a Cliché.

Hello, I’ve returned.

Today, I have another short story to share–this one all about clichés.  I don’t have much of anything to say about the clichés themselves, but I’m sure that the following will provide a good example.  (Though I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not … depends on how the individual views clichés I guess.)

The following was both frustrating and fun to write, mostly it was me being obnoxious. Enjoy the following:



What a Cliché

            There wasn’t much left for Nina to do but wait in the silence that lasted an eternity.  It was merely a matter of time before, Nancy, her sister, came home from work, if she could wait that long in the hard backed chair.  Nina had been needing to tell Nancy something … but it seemed a cat had her tongue every time she went to speak.  It was hard to get Nancy to read between the lines when Nina was plagued with constant gut-wrenching pain and heart-stopping fear.

On this morning in particular, Nina had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.  Apparently, when life gave you lemons, you were supposed to make lemonade, but when you felt as sour as the lemons you never got, it complicated the quiet before the storm.

Of course, this morning, dreary as it was, just had to come with a storm that rained cats and dogs.  The thunder scared the cat out of its wits, the poor creature acting as if it had been frightened to death at a simple grumble from the clouds.  It took the phrase weak as a kitten to a literal meaning.  The dog however, though as old as the hills, was still fit as a fiddle and as brave as a lion.  She protected her friend from the storm by barking with gusto.  The two animals were so different from each other … Nina decided that opposite truly do attract.

Nina was looking for a waste of time.  She promised her pets, “I’ll be back in a jiffy, I just need to go get some coffee.  After all, this storm and a quarter will get me a cup of coffee.”  She titled her head back and laughed.  Laughter was the best medicine, and it helped her to avoid thinking about the news she had yet to share with Nancy.

The cat meowed after Nina as her back retreated into the kitchen.  The dog, though she and the cat were thick as thieves, refrained from barking for once.

Nina had returned to her chair, and resolved to wait a few hours longer.  It was expected that Nancy had lost track of time at the office, though she worked with the speed of light at all times.  Her sister acted as if there wasn’t a care in the world to be concerned about, but Nina knew the truth.  Nancy was a diamond in the ruff–yet another loyal employee head over heels in love with her own work.

“If only walls could talk,” Nina sighed, “Then Nancy would already know.”  When the animals didn’t respond to Nina’s distress, due to their own fear of the storm, she continued, “Well, I suppose every cloud has a silver lining.”

It was another two hours before Nancy burst into the door with the energy of a kid in a candy store.  “I caught that bus in the nick of time!” she explained, “Otherwise I would have been even later.”  She noticed her sister siting in the dark, staring at the wall.  “What’s the matter, Nina?”

Nina smiled, “Haste makes waste, you know.  You didn’t have to rush home.”

“I was already late,” Nancy protested, “And it wasn’t like I was completely rushed for time.”

“Alright,” Nina agreed, mostly to avoid further conversation on the topic of lateness.  There were more important things to discuss.  “Nancy …”

Her sister turned to look at Nina, “Yes?”

“You know I love you more than life itself,” Nina said hesitantly.

The lifeless tone in Nina’s voice sent a chill down Nancy’s spine.  “Yes.”

“And you know how they say time heals all wounds?”


“Well … sometimes it doesn’t, and I wanted you to know that I’m—”

“Nina,” Nancy interrupted her, “What goes around comes around.  You snooped on me, and I read your diary.  I already know what you’re going to tell me.”

Nina seemed to be frozen into shock, looking nearly as dead as a doornail.  “So you already know that—”

Nancy interrupted again, “Yes, that’s why I’ve been taking those extra shifts … it’s been far from the time of my life, but I suppose everything happens for a reason.”

“Only time will tell the writing on the wall,” Nina agreed.

“We’re going to get through this okay?” Nancy kneeled before her sister’s chair and grabbed her hand.  “We’re not going to be clichés.  We can do this.  We’ll take the tiger by the tail.”

Nina nodded with tears in her eyes.  “This is going to be hard.”

“I know,” Nancy said softly, “But we’re family.”

The two sisters sat together in silence in that room dark as night.  They didn’t talk—they didn’t need to, they just sat enjoying the other’s company before this new problem they had took over their lives with doctor’s visits and strained phone calls.  Somehow though, at the end of the day, the two knew they were going to live happily ever after as long as they had each other to depend on.




Haha, you actually read to the bottom of this.  Good job, I am proud of you.

There’s a thing that I found the other day–the beginning of a story that I considered making into something longer.  It was a little while ago, but I think it’s time to dust off the project.  If I’m happy with it, it has the potential to end up here on the blog.  We’ll see … regardless, I do plan on doing more story work alongside the poetry on Thursday.  Yet, I digress.

I hope you enjoyed reading my over the top example on clichés!  Have a lovely remainder of your day!

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