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22.01.2021 •
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In this task, you will write a fictional or nonfiction narrative of about 750 to 1000 words on a theme that is present in some of the selections from Victorian literature that you read in this unit. Below are a few themes involving difficult childhood circumstances and ill-fated love, both of which figured in this unit’s readings. In developing your own narrative, you can choose one of these themes, create a variation on one of them, or use another theme in consultation with your teacher:
a child who does not fit well into his or her social circumstances
a child who is perceived as bad when he or she is actually good, or vice versa
an orphan or displaced child who faces struggles similar to those of Oliver Twist, Kim, or Heathcliff
two people who are attracted to one another but are prevented from uniting due to social norms or related personal conflicts
You can write your narrative in any style. For example, you could write in a modern style or imitate the style of one of the authors whose works you examined in this unit. Your narrative can be about real events and people, it can be fictionalized, or it can be a mix of real and fictional events and people.
A narrative can be a full-fledged story or an anecdote that mainly conveys key events and conflicts. Some narratives take the form of a case study that describes the circumstances of a person's situation from a sociological point of view.
Regardless of what type of narrative you are writing, it will be richer and more enjoyable to read if it includes many of the elements of fiction. Before writing, you should decide which literary elements to develop most fully.
Theme
Themes are rarely stated explicitly in a narrative; they are usually conveyed through a narrative’s characters and the plot.
Setting
Setting includes the time, geographical region, and social context in which the events of the narrative take place. In addition to visual descriptions, the setting also includes tastes, smells, sensations, and sounds. Details of the setting may be important in building the atmosphere and mood of your narrative. For example, you can use a wild, windswept landscape to create mystery or a sense of foreboding.
Characters
Think about your characters' motives, their strengths, and their flaws, and what might make readers able to identify with them. Think about how you want your characters to develop. Do they change in response to changed circumstances, or are they the same at the end of the narrative as they were in the beginning?
Tone
Tone is your attitude toward the subject of your narrative, and it is reflected in the style you adopt and the details of the narration. Consider if you want to use a detached tone, an ironic tone, or a tone that is openly sympathetic to the protagonist.
Point of view
You will need to choose a type of narrator. If you write your narrative from the third person point of view, the narrator will not be a character in the story and can have deep or limited ability to see into the thoughts of others. If the narrative is written in the first person, he or she will by definition have limited awareness of events and thoughts outside his or her own awareness or experience. But this narrator can describe personal impressions in great detail.
Plot
A basic plot will have a beginning, middle, and end. It also contains an engaging central conflict. As you are writing a short narrative, it's best to concentrate on one plot instead of interweaving plots and subplots, as some longer narratives do.
Once you have planned the main elements of your narrative in sufficient detail, you can write it.
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It was a Saturday. Whether it was sunny or cloudy, hot or cold, I cannot remember, but I do remember it was a Saturday because the mall was packed with people.
I was with my mom.
Mom is short. Skinny. It is easy to overlook her in a crowd simply because she is nothing extraordinary to see.
On that day we strolled down the slippery-slick tiles with soft, inconspicuous steps, peeking at window boutiques in fleeting glances because we both knew we wouldn’t be buying much, like always.
I remember I was looking up at the people we passed as we walked — at first apathetically, but then more attentively.
Ladies wore five-inch heels that clicked importantly on the floor and bright, elaborate clothing. Men strode by smelling of sharp cologne, faces clear of wrinkles — wiped away with expensive creams.
An uneasy feeling started to settle in my chest. I tried to push it out, but once it took root it refused to be yanked up and tossed away. It got more unbearable with every second until I could deny it no longer; I was ashamed of my mother.
We were in a high-class neighborhood, I knew that. We lived in a small, overpriced apartment building that hung on to the edge of our county that Mom chose to move to because she knew the schools were good.
We were in a high-class neighborhood, but as I scrutinized the passers-by and then turned accusing eyes on Mom, I realized for the first time that we didn’t belong there.
I could see the heavy lines around Mom’s eyes and mouth, etched deep into her skin without luxurious lotions to ease them away. She wore cheap, ragged clothes with the seams torn, shoes with the soles worn down. Her eyes were tired from working long hours to make ends meet and her hair too gray for her age.
I looked at her, and I was ashamed.
My mom is nothing extraordinary, yet at that moment she stood out because she was just so plain.
Mumbling I’d meet her at the clothes outlet around the corner, I hurried away to the bathroom. I didn’t want to be seen with her, although there was no one important around to see me anyway.
When I finally made my way to the outlet with grudging steps, I found that Mom wasn’t there.
With no other options, I had to scour the other stores in the area for her. I was dreading returning to her side, already feeling the secondhand embarrassment that I’d recently discovered came with being with her.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. Mom was standing in the middle of a high-end store, holding a sweater that looked much too expensive.
She said, “This will look good on you. Do you want it?”
It was much too expensive. And I almost agreed, carelessly, thoughtlessly.
Then I took a closer look at the small, weary woman with a big smile stretching across her narrow face and a sweater in her hands, happy to be giving me something so nice, and my words died in my throat.
I felt like I’d been dropped into a cold lake.
Her clothes were tattered and old because she spent her money buying me new ones. She looked so tired and ragged all the time because she was busy working to provide for me. She didn’t wear jewelry or scented perfumes because she was just content with me.
Suddenly, Mother was beautiful and extraordinarily wonderful in my eyes.
I was no longer ashamed of her, but of myself.
“Do you want it?” My mom repeated.
“No thanks.”
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