[ WP ] A coherent paragraph using nothing but writing cliches .

It was a dark and stormy night. The house was dead as a doornail, but I could n't imagine the stories it would tell if the walls could talk. I gazed around at the piles of books in my room, surrounded like a kid in a candy shop, all old poems and stories written by obscure authors that others of my generation did n't know. I picked the first book off a pile, the low hanging fruit, *The Fault in Our Stars* by John Green, it's a totally obscure book that you probably do n't know about. I looked at the pictures on the wall, my best friend who was dead and my parents who had died too. My tape deck ( I used a tape deck because it was so unique and i'm so weird and unique compared to other kids of my generation ) played David Bowie, an obscure 80s musician you've probably never heard of. And then I woke up and it turned out that it was all a dream. 
 
 I hope that felt as horrible to read as it did to write, *shudder*
