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Idioms in Writing

Learn about using idioms in your writing.

What is an Idiom?

An Idiom is defined as an expression in the usage of a language that is peculiar to itself, either in having a meaning that cannot be derived from the conjoined meanings of its elements (such as up in the air for “undecided”) or in its grammatically atypical use of words (such as give way). In other words, an idiom is a phrase that means something completely different from what the individual words actually say.

Why do we use Idioms?

They are a common form of figurative language used to add creativity, vividness, and cultural flavor to speech and writing. Still, they require context to be understood and can be difficult to translate across languages. Writers use idioms to more effectively convey complex ideas or emotions concisely and to create a sense of familiarity and connection with their audience. Idioms are the products of a complex relationship between language, culture, and shared understanding. Structure-wise, idioms often follow standard grammar rules, but they twist meaning in the most unexpected ways. The twist is the essence of these grammar devices. Idioms rely less on logic and more on shared experience, and sometimes, they can be unique to particular cultures and regions

Use of Idioms in writing.

Idioms are a shortcut to communicate ideas that may be challenging to express directly. They serve as a linguistic bridge, enabling us to convey nuanced meanings in a concise and impactful manner. Such transition sentences enhance our ability to convey complex thoughts effortlessly.

Idioms can add color and creativity to language, making it more engaging and enjoyable. Due to their unusual or imaginative approach, they can captivate readers. When Idioms are shared, it creates an understanding of expressions with a sense of connection and mutual understanding. When an Idiom is humorous or used in a lighthearted manner, it can lighten the mood in your writing.

Here are a few examples of Idioms:

  • Break a leg: Meaning ‘Good luck’ used especially before a performance in the theater.
  • Kick the bucket or pop your clogs: Meaning ‘to die’ in a more colorful way of putting it.
  • Bite the bullet: means to face a difficult or unpleasant situation with courage.
  • Back and forth: means to move in a backward and forward motion.
  • Under the weather: means to be feeling unwell or sick.

Try incorporating Idioms into your writing. You’ll see how they enhance your stories.

Here is my attempt to write a story that incorporates idioms. Can you spot the Idioms? (Hint -There are at least four in the story.)

A Ride With My Dog

“Woof, Woof!” My dog stared at me as she sat impatiently in the shotgun seat of my car. She is anxious to get going. Her eyes say, Why am I in this car if not to go for a ride?

I was stuck in the drive-through lane after giving my order to the speaker. The car in front of me has not moved for at least five minutes. I turned to her and said, “Mini, we need to be patient. Rome was not built in a day.” Then I laughed at the look in her golden-brown eyes. She had no idea what I could be saying. I was barking up the wrong tree to think she could get the nuance of that saying.

We sat there in the car for what seemed like another five minutes. Periodically, Mini barked at me – urging me to move the car by first looking at me and then to the steering wheel as if she was saying, Mom, put your hands on the wheel and make this car move!”

She obviously thought that when my hands were on the wheel, the car would move magically. I thought to myself, Oh, that if this could be true!

As we crept closer to the drive-through window, I was aware of her excitement building. She knew that the people in the window gave us packages, and in those packages was food. If she could just make a wish, she would love to have some of the yummy treats that I would give to her.

She started to bark at me again. In response, I reached for the treat bag I kept on the dash and gave her a small milkbone. I was hoping that would appease her until we resumed our ride. Mini loved to ride in the car. In fact, those words ‘car’ and ‘ride’ were her most favorite words even above the word ‘treat.’

Mini was a rescue dog that I had acquired ten months before. The first time I took her on a ride, I was surprised that she jumped confidently into the front seat and waited patiently while I snapped her car harness into place. She must have done this with her former owner. There were many things she understood; the most surprising was the command, “Come.” Out of all the dogs I have owned in my life, she was the only one who responded consistently to the command ‘Come!” Recently, I discovered that she also understood the command “Sit!”  Amazing!

Someone had taken a great deal of time with this dog in her previous life. It was hard for me to imagine why they would have turned her into the pound to be adopted, but I had fallen in love with her the second I saw her picture on their website. I was ecstatic when I realized, upon visiting the pound, that she was still there and I could adopt her. That had been a fabulous decision.

 We had finally reached the take-out window. Mini was sitting up at attention, watching every movement of the lady in the window. Her ears were pricked upward, and she panted a little harder. When the package was handed to me, she automatically sniffed it as I set it on the floor in front of her.

Now was when the magic happened! My hands were on the wheel, and the car began to move. I put down the window on her side, and it was like the curtain on a stage opening. Mini knew the show was about to begin. Break a leg, Mini! I thought. She stood up with her feet on the window, taking in all the sights on our drive home. She sniffed the air, enjoying the many wonderful scents that wafted by us as I drove. The longer I made the ride, the happier she was.

When we pulled into the garage, I looked over at her. She had a sloppy smile on her face. She had enjoyed the ride, but was glad to be home where she could run about and chase her toys. A dog’s life was pretty good, indeed.

Have fun writing!

Marie

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ON THE SUBJECT OF FLOWERS

I thought I would come to my blog to express my feelings about what is going on in these times – specifically April of 2025. I do not agree with what is going on in the far reaches of the American Government. The draconian changes will soon come to my doorstep. I am just a regular citizen who has put her faith in the American Stock market, the Social Security System, and Medicare to live out my retirement years. For unknown reasons the powers that be are diddling about and tearing down and de-funding this social network that I depend on for “Life, Liberty, and and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

I’ve chosen to write about the Flower of Democracy. My hope is this will bring comfort to those of you who are in a similar situation.

The Flower of Democracy
By Marie Staight

Democracy is like a flower.
It’s seeds thirst
For freedom
For Choice
For Justice
For everyone.

These seeds fall onto fertile ground.
They ripen with courage
And Persistence.

The roots of Democracy
Are Strong
And cling to the ground
With tenacity.

The sturdy stems reach upward
Democracy reaches for the light
Of Truth
Of choice
Of Liberty.

Democracy’s flowers bloom,
Spreading out its petals
Into beautiful flowers.
And the petals are nourished
by the light
of Truth
And the rain
of Liberty.

But if these petals of Democracy
Are not nourished.
If they are damaged
Or broken away.

The petals will curl and die
And there will be
No Choice
No Freedom
No Justice.

But the seeds of Democracy
are strong.
They will grow again.
And again.
Ever reaching for the light.

Until next time, keep the faith and Keep Writing!

Marie

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GROUND HOG DAY POEM

Hello All!

I know I have not been around in a while. What can I say? Life happens, but even so, I have not given up on writing and working with the senior writing group. I thought you might enjoy my latest poem written for the Ink & Quill group. It is written in the Haiku format; five syllables are in the first and last line, and seven are in the middle line. Usually, the Haiku is only one stanza. They don’t rhyme, and they are often about nature.

The Ground Hog Haiku

By Marie Staight

The day is Cloudy

Up the Ground Hog pops his head.

No shadow, Spring comes!

The day is sunny

From the burrow, he pops.

A shadow, winter stays.

I hope you enjoyed this poem. Why don’t you try your own hand at writing a Haiku? I’m sure you will enjoy authoring one.

Marie

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I Want You To Be Happy Day is March 3rd!

March 3 is upon us! What is the significance of March 3rd? Why it’s I Want You To Be Happy Day!

Chase’s Calendar of Events recognizes I Want You To Be Happy Day to be March 3rd. It was brought about in 1990 by the request of Harriet Grimes, one of the original members of The Ink & Quill Writing Group I facilitate in Winter Garden, Florida. This request came about due to an incident where her young grandson, distressed by the crying of his younger brother, gave him a sticker and told his brother that “I Just want you to be happy.” His unselfish act of love, expecting nothing in return, touched her heart. Harriet described the holiday as a day to show love, care, and concern for others.

Five Things You Can Do to Celebrate I Want You To Be Happy Day:

  1. Greet strangers on the street with a smile and a Good Morning!
  2. Open a door or hold open the elevator door for strangers.
  3. Give a lollipop or piece of candy to a cashier or waitress and thank them for their service.
  4. Email or text friends wishing them a wonderful I Want You To Be Happy Day!
  5. Write a blog/ story/ poem about the day and put it on your Facebook Page.

Whatever you do to brighten someone’s day, do it with the knowledge that your effort might not be reciprocated, but then again, you may just make that person’s day!

I wish you to be Happy Today!

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Timmy’s Day of Christmas Shopping

A Christmas Story About Giving

“Mom, do you think $8.17 is enough to buy Susie a bicycle?”

Timmy looked over the breakfast table at his Mother, anxiously awaiting an answer. Mrs. Thomas was a bit flustered by this request. Timmy was protective of his little sister, Susie. Yesterday Susie had tried to ride Timmy’s bike, but it was a little too tall for her. She had fallen off and scraped her knee. This had upset Timmy – perhaps more than Mrs. Thomas had realized.

“Timmy, Christmas is coming. I think Santa Claus will bring Susie her very own bike. It’s on his list.”

“Really?” said Timmy. “Do you know what’s on Santa’s list for me?

“Actually, I do.” Timmy’s eyes lit up. “But,” said Mrs. Thomas, grinning as she put her finger to her lips, “it’s a surprise.”

“Oh,” said Timmy with disappointment in his voice. He hesitated, then said, “I counted out my money in my piggy bank. It was $8.17. Do you think I could buy Susie and Billy presents with that much?”

Mrs. Thomas thought before she answered. “Timmy, I think it’s very sweet of you to think about buying presents for your sister and brother. However, I don’t think your $8.17 will go very far for presents.” Timmy’s face fell. Mrs. Thomas continued. “How about if I give you a little extra to help your kindness out? Say $20.00? We could go shopping tomorrow – just you and me so your presents will be a surprise for Susie and Billy.”

Timmy’s face brightened, “Oh, Mom, you’re the best! I can’t wait!” With that, he ran off into the playroom.

All the rest of the day, Mrs. Thomas noticed Timmy carefully observing Billy playing with his train set and Susie playing with her dolls and toy animals.

The next day, Timmy and his Mother set off for the local store. Under the watchful eye of Mrs. Thomas, Timmy roamed the shelves of the toy department. First, picking out an expensive train set for Billy. Then, his Mother had to tell him the disappointing news that the present would take much more money than he had. 

He picked out a chemistry set next, then a toy robot. Each time he would look at his Mother, and she would shake her head and mouth, “Too much money.”

At this point, Mrs. Thomas heard her name and turned to see Reverend Piper. “Hello there, are you shopping for toys, too, Rev. Piper?”

The Reverend was the pastor of their church. “Yes, I was trying to find some toys for the children on our Angel tree. So many little boys and girls will not get any toys this Christmas if we don’t help Santa out, you know.” He winked at Mrs. Thomas as he nodded toward Timmy.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you. May I give you some extra money to help you pay for those purchases?” She ruffled through her purse and found a twenty-dollar bill, which she gave to Rev. Piper. She looked carefully in her wallet to find two ten-dollar bills. She bit her lip and whispered something to Rev. Piper, and they exchanged the twenty-dollar bill for the two ten-dollar bills.

Rev. Piper approached Timmy. “Are you looking for something in particular, Timmy?”

Timmy nodded and told Rev. Piper his plan to get his sister and brother gifts with his $28.17, but so far found everything very expensive – more than he could afford.

Rev. Piper told Timmy he was planning to get gifts for children that would otherwise not get gifts at Christmas.

Timmy looked at Rev. Piper with big eyes. “Have they been bad all year long? Is that why they are not getting presents?”

Rev. Piper hesitated, then, with his hands held behind his back, crossed his fingers, and said. “No, no, it’s just that some children’s families aren’t as blessed as your family Timmy. So Santa has asked that I provide them with some toys.” He quickly changed the subject. “What are you giving to Susie and Billy?”

Timmy sighed, “Well, Susie like dolls and stuffed animals. Yesterday she said she wanted to become a vet … vet-train-e-um when she grows up.”

“Oh, a veterinarian? An animal doctor?”

With tears in his eyes, Timmy nodded his head and said, “And Billy loves trains, but everything is too expensive.”

Rev. Piper placed his finger alongside his nose and said. “Oh, come with me. I think I saw something that might work, and they weren’t very expensive.”  Rev. Piper led Timmy down the aisle to a bin of toys. It was marked $8.99. He rummaged around and found just what he wanted – a brightly colored, red, blue, and black train engine that was a wind-up toy! “Here, try it out and see if Billy would like it.”

Timmy placed it on the floor and wound the big metal key. The train chugged along on the floor and went all the way to where Timmy’s Mother stood!

Timmy clapped his hands and said, “Oh, Mommy! Won’t Billy like this? And it’s just $8.99!”

“I think it’s wonderful, Timmy. Of course, Billy would be pleased with that! Have you found anything for Susie yet?”

“Not yet, but we are still looking.” Timmy took Rev. Piper’s hand, and together they walked over to the girl’s toys and began looking. Timmy spied a small basket with a pretend cat lying inside and many extra toys for the cat wrapped in cellophane, but it was too expensive. Finally, they came across a shelf marked half-price. There sat the perfect gift for Susie – a Pet Care set with a plush dog and accessories like a play stethoscope, bandages, and several other things to take care of a sick pet friend. The cute set was just $10.99.

Rev. Piper took out his phone and added how much it would cost Timmy to purchase both the train and the pet set. “Let’s see, $8.99 plus 10.99 equals …” He punched a button. “Just $19.98 and seven cents percent tax would be $1.40. That would equal $21.39, and you have how much to spend?”

“$28.17”, Said Timmy and his Mother simultaneously.

“Ah, that leaves you $6.78, just enough to get wrapping paper and ribbon to wrap the toys.” Rev. Piper said.

Timmy pulled at Rev. Piper’s coat. “I think we have those things at home. Instead, will you take the rest of my money to buy presents for the children that aren’t as blessed as me?”

Rev. Piper’s face broke into a wide smile. “…Out of the mouth of babes … Timmy, I think you have found the true meaning of Christmas – that giving is a whole lot more fun than receiving. If we give freely – and with love – our gifts are readily appreciated. When we give to others, we pay tribute to the gift of the Baby Jesus to mankind.”

Rev. Piper looked up at Mrs. Thomas. “I think I have found the makings of a good Christmas sermon. Thank you, Timmy!”

Timmy blushed, and his cheeks shone as red as Christmas cranberries!