Love could be overwhelming, as the main character struggles to let go of the love of his life. I shows understanding of the english standard by created a creative story from scratch. I used hyperbole to give a sad mood and a warm mood for the reader. Like for example “I hid under my blanket suffocating but it still couldn’t distract me from the excruciating pain the fills my heart.” This shows the reader the pain he’s going through. I also have the correct punctuation in my writing. I also used figurative language in my writing for example: “crowding together like a college party”. This shows how noisy and wild the crowd was after the performance.
Here is the story:
After performing for 30 minutes, my chair started to heat up like a furnace, and people stared as we prepared for the grand finale. I’m the first chair of the orchestra, I can’t fail now, I think to myself, the nerves taking its toll on my brain as sweat started to pour down my face like a waterfall. The conductor strolled onto the stage, and was welcomed by thunderous applause. I watched intently as he raised his arms and the quiet conversations hushed: the last piece was about to begin.
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What keeps you up at night, the creaking sound of the door, or the light that flickers in your living room. In my short story the main character faces himself with a power son that’s possessed. He checks the nursery for what’s going on only to find his son giving him his worst nightmare. This short story was supposed to be a narrative inspired by “The Veldt,” by Ray Bradbury, but for my CREATE project, I developed it into a short story. Through this short story, I showed my understanding in the English Standards, using connotation and my understanding of mood.
My usage of connation throughout the short story conveys a creepy mood of the setting. For example, the phrases “Mental Asylum” and “…was so harsh it can make a grown man have tears”, the word harsh also gives a negative connotation of the setting.
The phrase “Come, Yessss come,” The voice had a ghostly voice of a ghost bride, this gives the reader a creepy mood.
In conclusion, my usage of connotation and mood shows my understanding in the English standards and the English Curriculum
This is the story ENJOY!:
White walls decorate the hallway of Happy Life Homes. The light on the ceiling turned on and off every second. Making the middle of the hallway pitch black. Only one single light bulb lit the end of the hallway. The air was thick and cold. Mists were forming under my feet.
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White walls decorate the hallway of Happy Life Homes. The light on the ceiling turned on and off every second. Making the middle of the hallway pitch black. Only one single light bulb lit the end of the hallway. The air was thick and cold. Mists were forming under your feet. The air was below zero. Then there was door. Black door covered with old paint. Spiders and other bugs were crawling all over the surface of the door. It was wooden with the word “nursery” pasted onto the wooden door. The sign had rust covered all over it. Something was off, the walls were brand new, the smell of still fills the hallway. But the door, just something about that door that’s off. It was old. Not any kind of old. It was ancient, disgusting, and worn out. Whispers echo through the hallway. Whatever that’s whispering kept repeating “Come, Yessss come”. The voice had a ghostly voice of a dead lady.
The door opened to the nursery. It was pitch black, then the dim light switched on that only lit the middle of the nursery. Surrounding the nursery were walls that have many cracks and scratches. There were tally marks covering the walls. The only light source the illuminates the room is the little crack on the left side of the wall. The light source was coming from the moon. It shined onto a little girl sitting in the corner with a patients clothes on. Scratches and bruises covered her legs and arms. The girl made faint cries every 2 seconds. Her skin was ice cold, the word Nexcare Mental Asylum was written on the top of the wall. It had a huge black “X” over the Nexcare Mental Asylum. Beside the “X” writes “Nexcare doesn’t care”. Spiders and centipedes were crawling on the floor and the wall. The whispers were gone but the little girl kept repeating “NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!”. The only furniture in the room was a metal bed with no sheets. It was all rusty and old. The air was harsh, hard to breathe in. The room was incredibly cold. The door closed behind. Screams started echoing the hallway. The howls of wolves were echoing outside. Mists filled the room. The atmosphere was so harsh it can make a grown man have tears in his eyes. The air could make anyone burn their lungs. The floor had rotten bones and flesh. The smell was disgusting. The flesh made a nasty odor that could poison an elephant. Then your son looked at you, everything disappeared. The asylum, everything.
“Nothing is going on here dad” said your son with a large grin on his face
Turquoise decorates the cracked walls in the gym. Badminton nets were put next to each other like soldiers when they march side by side. He was so sweaty that if you compared him to a swimmer that just finished swimming, you wouldn’t tell the difference. Andrew held his badminton racquet tightly. He thought to himself “I’m not going to lose, not today”. He glared at his opponent. His opponent was tall and skinny with a 35 year old’s face. A few wrinkles on his face. Andrew drank the last sip of water in his water bottle, and put it next to his mom. She smiled, hoping that she could encourage him not to get angry on how bad he was playing. He got ready for his opponent to serve. The opponent served the ball with the middle of his racquet. It went soaring high in the air. While it was in the air, Andrew was processing his next move. He dropped in the front left corner on the other side of the net. It skimmed the net, slowing the birdie down. But it was fast enough for his opponent to clear it into the air. Andrew didn’t need to process his next move. All hours spent practicing this could be it. He was going to smash it. He jumped into the air. His arm above his head ready to smash the birdie. He tightened his muscle. Adrenaline was surging through his body. He is positive he could win this point. He finally found the right timing and smashed the ball. But something went wrong. The sound of the ball hitting the strings on the racquet was unpleasant to hear. The ball went straight down as expected. It shot into the floor like a bullet. But Andrew got onto his knees with his hand covering his face. All the adrenaline was replaced with the aching in his arm. The birdie landed, but it was out. The small bit of hope in his body was gone. He lost 22/20. He shook his opponent’s sweaty hands. He was exhausted. But all he could think of was the fact that he just failed a perfect shot. Andrew tossed his racquet onto the side and strolled into the dark and deserted part of the gym.