My neighbor is usually pretty friendly, but for some reason, he's been acting really out of character. Halloween was a few days ago, and my family invited him to the pumpkin patch like we always do, but he looked like the idea was poison in his mouth that he wanted to spit out. So, we went without him. I always used to order a pumpkin spice latte with him and split it. It made me sad when I saw it on the menu, so I didn't order it. It just wouldn't have been the same. When we got back, He was standing on our front doorstep with a plate full of muffins, just like he did when we first moved in. He had clearly baked them himself, because he still had his apron on. He looked back to normal, like nothing had happened to him. We never asked him what was wrong, and he never told us. But, if he's better now, I suppose it doesn't really matter who or what hurt whom. I'm just glad he's okay.
((I hope that's okay. I wasn't sure if you were supposed to use all of them or what so I just used as many as I could while still making the story make sense))
I smile at the baker. I'm a regular at his cafe by now, so it only makes sense that he knows what I usually order; however, today, I'm feeling adventurous.
"Tropical surprise, please," I correct. "And...a carton of milk."
The baker chuckles, a friendly glint in his eye. "Trying something new, I see!" Despite being a quirky man, he had good character, and made an effort to connect with each of his customers.
"Yup," I respond. As I pay, I glance behind me at the semi-filled room; small clusters of people dot the array of tables, but there are still a plethora of empty seats.
"Thank you!"
I glance back, smiling when I catch sight of the flour smeared both on his apron and his beard. I gesture towards his chin, and he catches on, dabbing at his peach fuzz. With that, I turn and make my way towards an empty table.
As I walk, conversation drifts through the room. I catch bits and pieces; one student frantically mutters about composite functions and prime numbers, no doubt cramming for a math test. Two others discuss the wildfire at the basin located on a landform.
I take my usual seat, grab my laptop, and gently pry it open. My document is still there, blinking at me. I take a deep breath, take a quick bite of my fruity pastry, and begin typing. <em> </em><em>"For whom is the poison, sir?" </em><em>"'Tis your duty to deposit it in the drink of the fair maiden when the cannon is fired thrice. Do not fail me."</em>
My latest story slowly grows as my fingers fly across the keyboard. In the newest chapter, the villain, Sir Cot, has decided to prey on the brave hero of the story. It's a little silly, but writing is an escape, a whole new world through which I can escape.
The background noise slowly vanishes as I concentrate on one thing and one thing alone: the whole new world I've created. Even my pastry remains uneaten as I work. Nothing matters now but the words on the page.
(Just a drabble, but every word should be included. Hope this is sufficient!)
By analyzing a short story or novel, you gain a better understanding of the story. You also acquire a better appreciation of fiction and literature. And, you can learn how the writer used the elements of fiction and various literary techniques, such as simile, metaphor, and imagery to create a memorable story. Analyzing fiction will also help you learn how to write your own stories.Here is how to analyze a work of fiction:Plot. Setting. It refers to the time, place, and social and historical context.Characters. It refers to the protagonist, villain, and secondary characters in the story.Theme. It refers to the main idea of the story. Sensory images are word pictures that appeal to one or more of the senses, such as sight, taste, smell, touch, and hearing.What Symbolism. The author uses a symbol to mean something other than its literal meaning.Style and Tone. Style refers to the writer’s choice of language and the sentence types and structures. The tone refers to writer’s attitude toward the subject and readers. Figurative Language. The writer uses language to mean something other than its literal meaning, in order to produce a special effect or new meaning. Popular types of figurative language are simile, metaphor, and personification.
The <span>lines from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" that most likely influenced Sandburg’s poem are the following: "</span><span>The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,"</span>
