Today's topic: What's your favorite literary cliché?
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind ripped through the trees, and the rain pounded on the ground in a deafening roar. Stephan ran through the musical rain with the smell of grass dancing on the air. Something was after him -- a predator, a beast. The night was so dark it was like Stephen had been lowered into a vat of shiny, black ink. As he ran, his fear increased, his heart dancing in his chest. Then he was falling through the air, limbs flailing for purchase on something solid.
When he woke, he was in bed. Stephan yawned and stretched, not remembering what had brought him out of such a deep sleep.
Hehe. Can you find all the cliches?