The Prompt: Take a cliché and rewrite it to make it fresh.
I am doing this exercise to several cliches then choosing one to form a story around in the next day.
- It made my blood boil~ It made me so mad that when I picked up the ear of corn, it turned into popcorn!
- My eyes were glazing over~ I was so entranced that I felt like my spirit went to another dimension and left my body still gawking in front of it.
- This pushes all my buttons~ This spun me around like a top.
- Don’t get bent out of shape.~ Don't make your hair turn white.
- The teacher chewed me out.~ The teacher rung me through an old-time wringing washing machine.
- It’s driving me up the wall.~ It's making me grow an extra set of fangs.
- He’s wound up tight.~ He's a cat crouched down with large, dark eyes and a raised tail.
- His goose was cooked. ~ It's like he had entered finals week without studying.
- That was easy as pie.~ That was as easy as walking, as smooth as breathing.
- That was pretty hard to swallow.~ That was difficult to accept, like having to sit down and do my taxes.
- My skin was crawling.~ My skin prickled like it was charged with electricity.
- There was a glimmer of hope in his eye.~ His eyes gave off a wisp of a smile.
- They couldn’t see eye to eye.~ Their opinions weren't standing on the same-sized hills.
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