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― Roger Zelazny
― Roger Zelazny
2/16/2020 3 Comments February 16th, 2020Composing an Emotional Scene with Dialogue and Symbolism
Welcome back everybody. For today’s blog post in my English Composition I course, I have to write about an emotional moment I have shared with someone in my life. We have to use these stories My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) and Hills Like White Elephants that connect the theme to our narrative scene. Hopefully, you enjoy it. When my Ex came to my house, I already knew something was up because ever since our breakup we didn’t really have a reason to talk.. It was really weird because we knew each other really well, had a relationship and weren’t talking for a long period of time so it made me very nervous seeing her unexpectedly. Then she dropped to her knees and started crying. I told her it would be fine, but she didn’t want to hear that. She was determined to give something to me. The way that she looked at me, with her eyes tearing up and her hands trembling, I could tell that she was more nervous than me. Then I saw that she went into her back pocket and pulled out wrapping paper. I was about to laugh, because it seemed like nothing. But I kept a straight face, and she gave it to me, she told me how much she loved me and gave me a kiss. Then she left. The minute I received it, I realized that it would give me good motivation. And it did. I still use it today to remember what we had, how much we felt for each other, although so young. It shows that material objects do not impress me that much. I do like material objects, but although this is cheap I still kept it because of the emotional value. Every time I look at this band, I remember how much she meant to me. And how sad it made me, when she came crying. It was noon and my father was asleep, and she decided to come to my place because I told her the day before that I would be leaving the country pretty soon. And she knows that I was born there and it was inevitable so I couldn’t grasp why she was being so emotional. Nevertheless, I heard her banging on the door, and calling me. My father woke up, yelled at me, and went back to sleep. When I went outside, she knelt down, and looked at me with tears dripping on the ground, it also made me sad, so I grabbed her. I looked her in the eye and said it was all going to be okay. Then she kissed me and pulled a gift from her back pocket. It seemed small so this made me feel like laughing. But I didn’t, I held it in. She handed it to me; so I kissed her and that she left. She even walked like she was about to fall. So I opened the gift. There it was, plain black, cheap, no design; I tried it on, and there was an unusual grip on the hair on my risk it was uncomfortable at first. But eventually I warmed up to it.
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Sabatino
2/18/2020 08:27:29 am
CIF
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Daniel
2/20/2020 09:13:58 am
I love the way the whole piece really flows well together.
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Coaltn
2/20/2020 09:14:35 am
Man that's a tear jerker. But I'm happy that it all worked out well.
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