Shooting Hearts

June12

Rationale

“Shooting Hearts” is a short story to explain how Juliet and Romeo fell in love with each other and why Paris and Romeo pursued Juliet at the same time. 

            The idea of Cupid and Psyche’s conversation surfaced when I thought about how most people believed Romeo and Juliet had a dumb love story, but what if their love was planned by Cupid, and he deliberately wanted the two youngsters from rival families to be together? Cupid had two types of arrows: the golden ones made people fall in love, while the leaden ones made people fall out of love. I found this myth intriguing, so I included Paris to incorporate both arrows into the story.

            The sky is mentioned repeatedly throughout my story, and the gloomy descriptions reflects the mood like “murkiness” and “stormy”. Characterization is focused on in my story, and Cupid is the playful and immature one, while Psyche is the wise and logical one. However, Cupid’s character is more developed and the descriptions of his actions all show his childishness and carefree nature, like “twirled” and “shaggy”. The third-person narrative provides a better insight of both characters because the thoughts of both characters are known, like how Cupid thought that Juliet’s beauty “failed to dull even in comparison with Psyche”and this gives the reader an image of how great Juliet’s beauty is. I incorporated humor into the piece, and Cupid uses colloquialism to show his easygoing nature.  “It’s not like they’ll die because of this” is dramatic ironyand alliteration and similes were used to create better imagery. The conflict in this story would be between Cupid and Psyche, who argue about pairing Romeo with Juliet. They have a “lover’s quarrel” and through their argument, the reason for Paris’ affection towards Juliet is also explained.

Shooting Hearts

 

“Look, a thick cloud of gloom encircles that lost soul.”

Under the dust-grey sky that seemed to spiral around Romeo’s mood, Cupid peered down lazily. “How could it not? The moon has vanished from his life, and he walks alone in the darkness.”

“Love is just like a bee. Its honey is sweet and brings you delight, but its sting can be deadly and brings agony,” Psyche remarked with a sigh. “Perhaps your arrows could be of assistance. Bees may be small, but their stings could bring the greatest pain.”

“It’s not that simple, love. There needs to be a compatible match, and as you can see, I didn’t do too well the first time.”

Psyche’s eyes swept the dim street and landed on a brunette wearing a silk cloak and heavy makeup. “That one looks promising.”

“Wealthy, but her beauty can’t compare with Rosaline’s. Romeo needs a beauty greater than Rosaline’s.” Cupid casually waved his hand, as if brushing away Psyche’s reprimanding look, and gestured down to the left. “That one looks more promising. Our young lad would be smitten.”

Psyche pinpointed a young girl with strikingly gorgeous features that shined among the murkiness, and Cupid noticed the girl’s attractiveness, which failed to dull even in comparison with Psyche’s flowing curly hair and tender chocolate eyes.

“You do know that’s Capulet’s daughter, right? Long-time rivals of Romeo’s family?” Psyche questioned and Cupid didn’t miss the side-eye she gave him.

“So? Her beauty can compete with that of Rosaline’s, and Rosaline will disappear into the shadows.” Cupid twirled a golden arrow around, nearly stabbing himself in the ear.

Psyche’s hand shot up, as if to stop Cupid’s reckless actions, and her tone softened. “Careful, it’s a golden arrow. Wouldn’t want youto fall for Romeo instead.”

Cupid huffed. “I’m always careful! I’d be an idiot to wound myself with my own arrows.”

Psyche shook her head and the defiance returned to her voice as she addressed Cupid’s previous words. “You can’t pair them up together. The lords won’t support this and you already shot the prince with the arrow for Juliet on a dare, remember?”

“Really? Well there’s nothing a leaden arrow can’t solve,” Cupid reassured and stretched out his shaggy snowy wings as if to remind Psyche of his power. “This potential marriage could end the feud between them since they’re the only child of each family, so Juliet’s definitely better with Romeo. The only benefit of pairing her with the prince is beautiful children.”

 “Cupid, stop treating this like a joke! Love isn’t one of your poker games!”

 “Trust me, love, this’ll solve the issue between them and Romeo will love again. Double benefits! It’s not like they’ll die because of this,” Cupid scoffed light-heartedly and fished out a golden arrow engraved with a dolphin next to the sharp tip.

“You don’t know how deep this rivalry is! How serious do you think their quarrels would be if they knew that their only children were together when they get worked up over thumb-biting now?”

            “Not serious, because this will end their feud. They care too much about their own children to risk fighting each other if Romeo and Juliet date.”

“I’m not having this conversation anymore,” Psyche announced and stood up, her delicate butterfly wings shimmering.

Cupid’s childish face darkened when he realized Psyche was serious about leaving and he heaved his chubby figure upright. “Look, I don’t want to fight with you, but I feel Romeo’s heartbreak, and Juliet can solve that.”

“There’re plenty of fish out in the sea, don’t you want to-”

Cupid held up his golden arrow in front of Psyche’s eyes as if hypnotizing her with the golden glow and then, with the speed of light, shot it at Juliet. “Oops. That slipped. Looks like I have to shoot Romeo now.”

Anger instantly shot across Psyche’s face like lightning bolts and her venomous glare resembled that of a viper. However, before she could say anything, Cupid shot an arrow straight at Romeo’s heart with an innocent look on his face.

Annoyance and betrayal flared inside of Psyche, and she snatched up Cupid’s quiver before disappearing into the stormy clouds like a ball of thunder. Horror struck Cupid and he stared in a daze into the darkening sky, as if now it spiraled around his mood.

“You took my leaden arrows… What about Paris?” Cupid asked at the lingering ghost of Psyche, a coating of heavy dread lacing his weak words.

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6 Characters in The Perks of Being a Wallflower Who Walked Through Dark Times

February13

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a coming-of-age novel by Steven Chbosky and has been made into a movie! Of course, every good character has flaws and that’s what makes them realistic and relatable. Let’s take a look at each character and how they walked through their own problems:

1. Charlie’s sister

When she’s forbidden from seeing her boyfriend again after he hit her, she starts seeing him secretly, but it doesn’t last long after that either. At a dance, she tells him that she’s pregnant with his baby, but he denies and breaks up with her. Later on, she dates a junior named Erik and stays with him until graduation, thankfully not dwelling on the other boy.

2. Patrick

Being homosexual is never easy, but when Patrick’s boyfriend, Brad, is beaten by his father when he catches them together, Patrick is beyond devastated. To top it off, Brad ignores him after that and even calls him a “faggot,” which provokes Patrick into hitting him and starting a fight which causes him to be suspended for a week. He kisses Charlie as a consolation, but still talks about Brad and immerses himself with going to places he used to go with Brad. He finally gets over Brad when he sees him in a park with somebody else and decides to just focus on going to college.

3. Brad

How would it feel to still love someone, even though you’re not supposed to? Brad already has a girlfriend called Nancy, but he’s secretly in a relationship with Patrick and the relationship ends when his father finds out. Although Patrick started the fight, Brad’s buddies team up against him and there was nothing Brad could do about it. Later on in detention, he thanks Charlie for breaking up the fight and even asks Sam to tell Patrick sorry, but when Sam tells him to tell Patrick himself, he just walks away.  Although Brad’s attitude to Patrick is terrible, it’s hard not to feel some sympathy for him.

4. Mary Elizabeth

Imagine having a boyfriend who, a few days ago, had told you that you were very pretty. Now imagine him kissing another girl when he was dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room. Although Charlie called and apologized, nothing can ease the heartbreak of having feelings played and being lied to. However, she gets over it quickly and begins dating another boy called Peter. Charlie observes her as “looking happy” when she kisses Peter at a party and it’s great that she has moved on from Charlie!

5. Sam

This dark secret is revealed only to Mary Elizabeth, Patrick and Charlie: she was kissed when she was 7 by one of her dad’s friends. Her “dark time” is only mentioned twice in the whole book, but this secret still sticks to the readers. With her sunny exterior, it’s no wonder Charlie likes her so much and although she has to put up with some silly things that Charlie does like kiss her when he’s still dating Mary Elizabeth, she also likes Charlie and gets sad that Charlie wasn’t honest enough to ask her out.

6. Charlie

Compared to the other characters, the main character, Charlie, is pretty optimistic, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have troubles of his own. Charlie is pure and innocent, hence his knack of making decisions that may not be the best. However, Charlie truly cares for everyone, and when his friends are ignoring him for kissing Sam in front of Mary Elizabeth, he talks about how much he misses them. However, these obstacles that Charlie encounter are what makes him an interesting protagonist and it’s comforting to watch him mature to the end of the book where he admits that he’s ready to move on to the next chapter of his life.

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Just One Day

January9

Just One Day is a novel by Gayle Forman which follows a college girl named Allyson “Lulu” and an actor called Willem on the one day trip in Paris. On the night of that day, Willem mysteriously disappears and Allyson spends the next year trying to find him.

Allyson is a unsatisfied college student who tries to live up to her parent’s standards as a “Happy College Student” and hides her disappointing grades from her parents. This reflects our generation’s role of living up to our parent’s expectations. Allyson’s mum expects her to take pre-med classes, and when Allyson had said pottery sounded cool, she “may as well have said [she] was planning on majoring in underwater basket weaving” (Forman, 193). It was Allyson’s mum who really wanted to go to medical school and so she saw it as a blessing that Allyson could go to college, but Allyson takes classes that her mum chose for her, so she isn’t content with the college experience.

A main conflict in this book is Allyson’s internal struggle with her identity. From the first person point of view, we know that Allyson is very torn and confused about who she actually is and she has to act like the person everyone expects her to be, as she says, “I’m so good at faking I don’t even know when I’m doing it” (Forman, 225). Many people pretend to be who they aren’t, whether it’s for popularity, money or simply because they don’t know the real them either. People pretend to be the person somebody else wants them to be, like how Allyson takes on the nickname “Lulu” and tries to be a more courageous, outgoing and exotic girl that she wants other people to see her as.

In Paris, Willem tells Allyson to “surrender [herself] to the accidents” (Forman, 47) which are the “little things that happen. Sometimes they’re insignificant; other times, they change everything” (Forman, 48). This relates to life in general because somethings are out of your control and things just happen. Sometimes people just need to go with the flow and improvise, or choose something different.

Throughout the novel, Allyson slowly shows herself to people by telling Dee, her friend, about Willem and Paris. She also admits to her parents that she dropped all her pre-med classes and although her mum is livid at first, her mum later accepts the fact and they reconcile. In the end, when she introduces herself again to Willem (who had a concussion, so he didn’t remember her), she introduces herself as Allyson, not Lulu, and so we can see that she has finally accepted herself as who she is and is trying to start over with Willem.

Paris is one of the settings in the book and the reason I think the author chose it is because Paris is seen as the “city of love.” Paris is where Allyson and Willem begin their story and even though they lose each other, they still try to find each other. I believe one of the reasons why Willem experienced a concussion is because the author is giving Allyson a chance to introduce herself to Willem as who is really is, and not Lulu.

He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found” (Forman, 367)

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Plot

November13

续 夏目友人帐:樱树林里的他

The episode I watched was Natsume’s Book of Friends, season 2, episode 9. In the exposition, the protagonist Takashi Natsume is introduced. After he takes home a painting, he finds out a female demon’s human lover willingly lives inside the painting and the painting can’t be taken off the wall for some reason. The demon hopes that the human will someday come out of the painting and travel the world with her. Natsume’s desire in this episode becomes apparent, which is to take the painting off the wall and reunite the demon with her lover. Natsume is conscious of this concrete desire, and two major dramatic questions that surface are “Will the human ever come back out of the painting?” And “Will the painting be taken off?”

In the rising action, the external conflict is the painting, which starts to absorb Natsume’s energy and leaves him fatigued. The internal conflict that Natsume has is if he should allow the painting to be burned.

The conflict is restored when Natsume faints and in his dream, he sees the demon and the human reunited. When he wakes up, everything is back to normal and the demon nor the human is seen. The resolution may have been a deus ex machina, because fate intervened and solved the conflict. 

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Chequemate, Reinterpretation of “Ordeal by Cheque”

November7

Have you ever felt like life is just a giant chess game? One wrong move and you’re out. Suspense for long periods of time. Short-lived moments of victory.

In my reinterpretation of “Ordeal by Cheque,” the story starts off with the birth of Lawrence Exeter Jr. and progresses into his teenage years when he attends military academy for WWI. The story starts to build up when Daisy comes into the story and the wedding takes place. Lawrence Jr’s life starts filling up with drama after the wedding and although he tried to use money to solve all his problems, it was too late. SPOILER BELOW!

 

In the end, Lawrence Jr. resorts to alcohol and dies in a car crash that resulted from drinking heavily.

I chose to tell the story with some bits of dialogue because I personally like writing in a more casual way and that is why most of the conversations included are lighthearted but relevant.

 

Chequemate

“Quickly! Quickly!”

Two nurses rushed to the door to help the very pregnant woman to one of the rooms while the soon-to-be father trailed behind. Lawrence Exeter anxiously fiddled with his cap that he had bought when they went shopping for baby items three days ago, where they also made final decisions about the baby’s name. The couple had declined to know their baby’s gender, saying they wanted it to be a surprise, which meant they had the fun of thinking of names for both genders, but also meant they had to buy clothes that could be for both boys and girls.

“If it’s a girl, I want her to be named Skye. No arguments,” Lawrence’s wife had said while going through the pacifiers.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lawrence agreed tiredly. “But if it’s a boy, it’s going to be named after me.”

“So if I yell ‘Lawrence’ in the house, two people will come rushing? That’ll be entertaining,” his wife joked, which had earned her a light slap on the shoulder.

Lawrence smiled, reliving the enjoyable conversation. He hoped it was a boy, but a girl would be nice too, since it would make his wife happy.

At four in the afternoon on September 2nd, Lawrence Exeter Jr. was born.

A month later, the couple, along with the new member of the family, entered their house for the first time in four weeks. Lawrence Jr. immediately fit right in with the household and in December, a brown teddy bear was given to him as a Christmas present. The teddy bear never left his side, even when he started going to school.

At the age of six, the parents enrolled Lawrence Jr. in the Palisades School for Boys, a prestigious school that was just around the corner.

“Be a good boy and have fun, promise?” Mrs. Exeter said at the gate of the school. Crowds of boys hung out around the playground, the prefects striding around with their badges gleaming proudly on their chests. Lawrence Jr. held on tightly to his mother’s hand, afraid to walk into this unfamiliar environment filled with so much people.

“Okay,” Lawrence Jr. promised. He was scared, but decided to put on a smile when he waved goodbye to his mother. Later, he went home with a glimmer in his eyes while he told his mother the adventures he had at school on that first day.

“So you had fun?” His mother asked, pleased.

“Oh yes, a lot of fun,” Lawrence Jr. said with a grin. School was a new world for him where he could just learn all day.

Life was peaceful for a few years before the second big adventure of his lifetime greeted Lawrence Jr.

“This letter came in yesterday.” Lawrence Jr. stopped tying his tie and edged towards the doorway, listening to the conversation his parents were having in hushed voices. He glanced at the clock sitting on the windowsill, which indicated he still had fifteen minutes before his English test in his first lesson. Middle school was much harder and Lawrence Jr. now had to spend more hours at night studying and less hours sleeping.

“He’s only twelve. This is ridiculous! This bloody world war is tearing us apart!”

“He’s only going to the academy. They might not send him overseas.”

“Did you even look at the newspaper this morning? With so many people dying, they have to send everyone they have!”

Lawrence Jr. couldn’t stand the bickering anymore and emerged from behind the wall. The voices of his parents instantly hushed while they wondered how much he had heard.

“So I’m going to military academy? I knew it would’ve happened sooner or later, you can just tell me.”

His dad cleared his throat. “Son, we were going to tell you soon.”

“I really don’t mind, but can we talk about this later? I have a test first block.” With that said, Lawrence Jr. ran out the door after waving bye and mounted his bicycle that his dad passed down to him after buying a new bike for himself five years ago, leaving behind his confused parents that were surprised he took the news so easily.

A few weeks later, after Lawrence Sr. had paid the fee to the Columbia Military Academy, the Exeter couple watched their son leave the comfort of his house with tearful eyes.

Years passed, Lawrence Jr. came back in one piece and unscathed, during which his father bought  him a Cadillac as a welcome-back present. Unfortunately, Lawrence Jr. scratched the corner of the car during one of the practice driving sessions which meant it had to be repaired for a few days, but nobody minded. Lawrence Jr. got accepted into Stanford University, which earned him hugs and compliments from his family and friends. For two years, Lawrence Jr. worked hard until he was given the opportunity of a lifetime to visit France in the summer after his second year at Stanford. Amidst the celebrations , Lawrence Jr., being the clumsy person, accidentally dented his fellow classmate Daisy Windsor’s car when he was messing around with his friends. Luckily, everything was sorted out after Lawrence’s father paid the money required to fix Daisy’s car.

Lawrence Jr. travelled to France on the Ile de France, which he was absolutely amazed by. He marveled about the numerous fascinating sights he saw in France to his parents, who laughed at his accounts of his experiences in France.

“You know, I lived in France for a while,” Lawrence Sr. told his son over the phone one day.

“Really?” Lawrence Jr. asked, surprised.

“Yes. That was when I first started looking for a job. I actually owe the bank a lot of money because I had to borrow money for some time,” his father confessed.

“You should return it soon. I’m serious, father,” Lawrence Jr. suggested, concerned.

“I know, I know.”

Less than a month later, the money was returned to the bank.

Over the next three years, Lawrence Jr. found himself being drawn to Daisy, the very same girl whose car he had accidentally dented. He would get that “weird twisted stomach” feeling whenever other boys flirted with her and would purposely walk the same routes she took to classes just to run into her. When he finally found the courage to buy flowers to win her heart, Daisy’s feelings for him started to grow and they became an official item after approval from parents. Soon, they moved in together in a house Lawrence Sr. bought for them as an early birthday present for Lawrence Jr. The following two months, the father and son picked out interior decorations that filled the house with the warmth and glow of happiness.

One late night dinner between parents and son, Lawrence Jr. asked for advice on something that had been bothering him.

“Hey mother and father, do you know what, um, jewelry shop is nice?” Lawrence would’ve used a different adjective other than “nice,” but he was nervous and couldn’t think of a larger range of vocabulary.

His mother raised an eyebrow. “Is this for that charming young lady?”

Lawrence smiled sheepishly. “Yeah… I’ve been thinking a lot and I think I want to do it. But if you two think it’s not the time yet, then I’ll wait.”

“No, no, we’ll totally support you, whatever choice you make,” Lawrence Sr. reassured. Deep down, the parents were gleeful, for they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

“Hm… Jewelry shop, you say?” The mother tapped her chin, recalling all the jewelry shops she knew. “There’s the Beverly Diamond & Gift Shoppe a few minutes car drive from here. They have nice rings, I’m sure you’ll find one.”

“Thanks, mother. I’ll check it out this week.”

Lawrence Jr. did find a beautiful diamond ring, which he admired for a few moments through the glass as the diamond sparkled with blinding light before he asked for the ring. That very night, he took Daisy out for a romantic candlelight dinner, where he proposed and earned an ecstatic smile and the words of “I do.”

The wedding frenzy started, during which Lawrence Sr. ordered some special treats from Hawaii, delivered by the Hawaii Steamship Co. For easier management, Lawrence Sr. transferred a large sum of money to Lawrence Jr. so that he could rent wedding arrangements easily. The same time, Lawrence Sr. took his wife on an anniversary trip that his wife had been nagging about the whole year.

“Does Daisy have her dress yet?” Lawrence Jr.’s mother asked one night over the phone during the trip.

“Mother, you’re on your anniversary trip! Why are you worrying about my wedding?”

“Oh son, you know I’m just making sure. You’ve always been so forgetful and clumsy. Remember that time you scratched her car?”

“Mother, I-”

“Oh, and that time you dropped your teddy bear in the trash bin because you were trying to hold your bear and throw away the paper plate at the same time? You cried for weeks until the bear was washed and cleaned.”

“Mother! I know! I’ll take Daisy dress shopping soon.”

“Lawrence, I don’t trust your judgements because “soon” in your world apparently means half a year later.”

“Mother! I’ll do it soon, okay? Bye!”

As expected, Lawrence left the dress shopping until half a year later, but only because they had decided to push the wedding back during one of their dates at the dessert shop in February. At the end of that year, wedding plans were finalized and Lawrence Jr. even took Daisy to the salon just to try out a new hairstyle in preparation for the wedding. To spoil Daisy, Lawrence once again takes her to the gown shop to get an evening gown for the day of the wedding, which left Daisy delighted and excited for the wedding.

A few weeks later, Lawrence Jr. and Daisy finally get married while Lawrence Sr. watched proudly and his wife wiped her eyes from time to time, crying tears of happiness for her son. The marriage was off to a great start, and Lawrence Jr. bought the best sports clothing for his wife when she decided to start going to the gym and also bought expensive leather boots when she lost her old ones.

However, like most good times in Lawrence Jr.’s life, the happiness soon came to an end when a rival of Lawrence Jr.’s company started spreading rumors concerning Lawrence Jr.’s private life. Tony Spagoni was, much to his delight, paid by Lawrence Jr. to keep his mouth shut and Lawrence Jr. managed to avoid serious trouble from the rumors.

Half a year later, disaster struck again.

“What’s this news about? You cheated on me?” Daisy accused one night.

“What?” Lawrence Jr. asked, his heartbeat instantly speeding up. “No! Why would I do that?”

Lawrence explained everything that had happened, and although Daisy still had doubts, she begrudgingly accepted his explanation. The next few days, he bought Daisy flowers and a diamond ring to convince her of his devotion to her.

Soon after, a woman named Flossie Wentworth, started telling everyone Lawrence Jr. had slept with her, which caused a wave of commotion across the town. Lawrence Jr. agreed to pay Flossie Wentworth a huge amount of money just to get her to stop talking, but it was too late. The damage was already done.

Lawrence Jr. and Daisy’s marriage reached a rocky road, and soon it became apparent that they couldn’t be together anymore. Lawrence Jr. hired a lawyer for the divorce and gave five thousand dollars to Daisy right before the divorce was finalized.

Lawrence Jr. reached a hole in his life and resorted to drinking. One night, on his way to a bar, he rammed the car into a fence, but luckily it was only a minor accident. The municipal court got involved, but matters were sorted after explanations and agreements, thanks to Lawrence Jr.’s aunt, whom they gave a lot of money to as a thank you.

Lawrence Sr. was agitated at his son’s recklessness, but his wife was only concerned. They made appointments with four different therapists, one of which was Tony Spagoni, who had changed for the better and really helped Lawrence Jr. talk about his feelings, but none really made a large impact in Lawrence Jr.’s mind.

“Are you okay now?” Mrs. Exeter asked after they had seen the last therapist.

“I’m fine, mother, really,” Lawrence Jr. reassured. He was really craving for a drink and just wanted to get away from his parents. “I’ll just go now. Thanks for everything.”

His parents watched him hop into his car and speed away, both hoping he really meant his words when he said he was fine. Two days hadn’t even passed yet when they received the dreadful news, all because Lawrence Jr. had played the wrong move by drinking.

“Sir? Do you know Lawrence Jr. Exeter? He has been in an accident at Brentford’s Street and is on his way to the Hollywood Hospital.”

Mrs. Exeter immediately burst into tears and Lawrence Sr. comforted her while driving to the hospital. Coincidentally, the doctor treating Lawrence Jr. was the very same doctor that had witnessed his birth. He tried his very best to save Lawrence Jr., but perhaps Lawrence had already given up trying to fix his complicated life, for he passed away on July 15th after ten days of worrying and anticipation from his parents.

The day following Lawrence Jr.’s death, hundreds of people came to pay their respect at Hollywood Mortuary, where Lawrence was buried, resting peacefully. He had played his last move in his game of life, for the king had been captured and the game was over.

 

 

 

 

The Tell-Tale Heart, a Reinterpretation From a Different POV

October20

In my piece, I rewrote this section in the point of view of third person limited because it still leaves some room for suspense and wonder for not every character’s feelings and thoughts are known. The crow was added in because I wanted to explore how the scene would look to an outsider, one that does not know the backstory behind the scene nor the thoughts going through the heads of the madman and old man. In the reinterpretation, the word “madman” does not appear once and instead the madman is simply referred as “man” because in the crow’s eyes, the madman seems completely normal and sane on the surface.

 

Upon the eighth night, a movement through the window caught the eye of a crow flying past and it swiftly landed on the windowsill, peeking curiously through the window. A hand rested on the doorknob, unmoving, just holding it. The minute hand on the clock hanging next to the window moved quicker than the man’s. A minute passed, ten minutes, perhaps twenty, or maybe even thirty and still there was no movement by the man, who simply stood in front of the door like a petrified statue. The black crow found the situation tedious and lifted its wings for flight, but a sudden chuckle startled it and it froze, for it was a chuckle of pure malice and coldness that pierced through the silent air like a needle. However, the crow wasn’t the only creature startled, for in the room of pitch black darkness, the old man stirred. The crow edged towards the window of the room in hopes of catching a glimpse of the stirring old man, but the closed shutters shut out the unwelcome eyes. Intrigued, the crow looked back at the tall figure standing outside the door, his hand steadily pushing the door open. His head disappeared into the darkness and his hand lifted up to the lantern, about to open the tin fastening until… “Who’s there?” The old man bellowed as he sprang up in the bed — a movement that surprised the crow but had no effect whatsoever on the man who was now standing motionless in the doorway. The figure at the door stayed frozen, the old man stayed upright in the bed, and the only sound in the house was the sound of the clock echoing through the corridors. Tick-tock, tick-tock. For a whole hour, the man did not move a muscle, an amazing feat, and before long, the crow grew bored of the motionless scene beyond the window. It turned away from the window just in time to see the crescent moon being swallowed by clouds and flew off into the dark sky with only the streetlights below illuminating the darkness.

Beyond the Door, a found poem

September13

Sometimes life gets a bit too heated and you just need to escape. How? What if there was a door that led to somewhere different? What if the door could lead to a place where none of your troubles would show up? But here’s the catch: it could lead to any place. A horrifying mental asylum, or a never-ending cave, or a monster-filled place. Anything.

In the short story “The Veldt”, Ray Bradbury creates a setting that affects the characters. The room creates an imagery corresponding to the character’s thoughts and the room is what changes the characters. The advanced technology separates people from the real world and leaves them wishing to stay in a perfect world forever. Later, the children learn to use the technology to their advantage and successfully murder their parents in order to keep the technology in their lives because they have become so dependent on it, hence Bradbury writes, “You’ve let this room and this house replace you and your wife in your children’s affections.” My poem narrates a story of an African veldt beyond a door and it was meant to invoke fear or mystery. Phrases like “Death chewed on thoughts” and “The long, awful death” was meant to describe what was happening in the African scenery the children created. The room is addictive because it can “fill every desire” and the narrator of my poem says “it won’t hurt for awhile” to show that the room wasn’t meant to influence people negatively, but technology is in fact, powerful enough to do that. The fantasies created by the children are broken when the parents threaten to turn the room off and the last few phrases are meant to show that the veldt is actually real even though it didn’t seem to be: “The lions remained”

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