Rewrite a common phrase, such as “It’s raining cats and dogs,” in the style of three famous authors.
What the heck? Of COURSE it would rain on the most important day of my life. Okay, so maybe not that important but it was a big enough deal. Why today?? And whoever thought of the phrase “raining cats and dogs?” As if cats and dogs have ANYTHING to do with the weather.”
The rain pounded against the roof. The literal sound of cats and dogs crashing against the top of the house. Jack could almost imagine Percy falling through the ceiling. Stupid cat. Stupid bastard who killed him.
“You’d better take an umbrella, Roo. It’s raining cats and dogs out there (1).”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I swear, sometimes I hated being an only child.
(1) A very old, very trite phrase used to describe an incredible amount of precipitation falling from the sky. Rumor has it that the cliche came from the olden days when cats and dogs would literally fall from the roof onto people’s heads or some such craziness like that.
Whew. That was tough. Fun, but tough. The last thing I want to do is insult anyone! What a mind stretching excercise–definitely outside of my comfort zone. I’m so busy trying to find my own voice that it’s weird to try to imitate another’s.
(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)