What am I

Author's Note: I wrote this to demonstrate my understanding of a metaphor.

I am a dog

Here to listen

Never to judge

Always here

Never to let my problems come before yours 

Always will I have your back 

Never will I let you fall

I am a dog, a best friend

Wealth

Author’s Note: I wrote this to demonstrate my knowledge of conflict resolution. This essay talks about the main conflict in the short story, “The Necklace” along with the resolution to the conflict.

Some people are born wanting and wishing to have nice things, although for a lot of people it’s not in the cards for them. The main character, Mathilde, says how she wishes to have nice clothes and feel beautiful, but she was born poor and most likely will always be poor. And when she is invited to a fancy party her husband gives her the money to buy a beautiful dress like all the other women there will have, so she can feel beautiful for one night. Once she has the gown, she still feels like she it doesn’t look complete. Because of this she borrows a necklace from her rich friend and after the night is over she realizes she’d lost. She never does find the necklace, so she ends up working for ten years to pay the bank back for the money she borrowed to replace the necklace. The main conflict of “The Necklace,” by Guy De Maupassant is person verses self.

The reason the main conflict is person verses self, is because the conflict was that Mathilde wants to have nice things and feel young and beautiful like all of the other women in her community that are rich and have many nice clothes and jewelry. So really, Mathilde is just making herself feel out of place because she feels like she has to be like all the rich women. The quote, “All those things, of which another woman of her rank would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her angry,” really describes how Mathilde is torturing herself for not being rich and not having beautiful clothes.

Though, Mathilde has a huge conflict with herself, as you may think it would get resolved, it doesn’t. Mathilde never really does get over the fact that she desires to be like all the rich beautiful women. The quote, “Oh, my poor Mathilde! How you are changed,” shows how her friend reacted when she saw Mathilde after she had worked for ten years to pay off the money she borrowed for the necklaces replacement. She reacted this way because Mathilde, lost her youth and beauty which was one thing she could’ve had without being wealthy. There would have been a resolution in this story if instead of how it did end, is if somehow Mathilde got wealthy and got everything she ever wanted. This is why the conflict has no resolution.

The short , “All Summer In a Day,” by Ray Bradbury and “The Necklace” may not have the same person verses person conflict, but they share the same ending without a resolution. “All Summer In a Day,” has a person verses society conflict, because the main character, Margot was bullied and not excepted by her classmates because she was different, and all she wanted was to get to see the sun for that glorious one hour every seven years. But, because she was different her classmates locked her in the closet so she would miss her one chance to see the sun for seven years. The quote, “They unlocked the door, even more slowly, and let Margot out,”  shows the similar resolution between the two stories. It shows how there was no resolution, Margot never got to see the sun that she had missed so much since she had moved to Venus.

Person verses self is the main conflict of the short story, “The Necklace,” by Guy De Maupassant. Not only is the main conflict person verses self, but it also doesn’t get resolved within the story. The next time you read a story just think about what the conflict is and does it ever even get resolved.

Cold

Author’s Note: I wrote this as a creative piece, for an assignment. It was a requirement to be creative, so I tried to show my creativity and word choice in this piece. I also demonstrated my knowledge of figurative language in this piece.

My ears were pounding, I could feel my adrenaline surging as he took eerily, slow steps towards me. In one swift movement he reached out and bashed my head full force into the counter. Like a deer in the headlights I stood there shocked for a moment. Then I felt the warm flow of blood begin to slither down my face and it started  to pour into my eyes. There was something different about how he was acting today, it almost felt like he was preparing for some horrible new punishment he had up his sleeve. I couldn’t calm down while this crazy monster had such a horrifyingly happy look in his eyes as he watched me lay there with blood running from my head. Slowly, my vision started to blur and all I wanted to do was sleep.

The slam of the door woke me from my deep sleep. I could feel the hard jaggedness of the ground pushing into my back. Unsure of where I was I slowly began to sit up, but the throbbing of my head kept me from reaching a full sitting up position. With a clump my body slammed itself right back into the cold hard ground. I laid there for a while before I regained the strength to try and pull myself back up again. Successfully, I managed to pull myself up to an upright position. With slow, smooth movements, careful not to send a sharp shooting pain through my head, I found myself in a enclosed shed. I kept thinking to myself, where am I, and why am I here?

Once I gained all the power I could, I pushed through the sickening pain in my right temple where that horrible monster plunged my head into the side of the countertop, I was able to somehow stagger to my feet and cling to the walls to keep myself from toppling right over like a baby taking its first steps. The worst part about this whole thing is that that terribly cruel person who found it necessary to cause me pain and humiliation day after day was my own father. How sick and twisted is that?

Steadily, I made my way to this blur of a shadow, which I was assuming must be the door to this old shack. It smelled of rotted wood and mold. My mind was crowded with so many thoughts, but there was one in particular that kept racing through my mind. Is this another awful punishment he has decided to torture me with, leaving me in the shed to freeze? As I finally made it to the door I felt around for the handle and when I found it, I gave it a pull but nothing. Once again I pulled on the cold metal handle, but the door didn’t budge.

My heart started pounding. Did he lock me in? It was January and I could see the shed getting darker as the sun began to set. If he left me in here all night I would freeze to death before he would come get me in the morning. That is if he even planned on coming for me at all. I know I must find a way out of here or I’m as good alive, as dead. The crisp air felt as though it was at most 10 degrees.  At the top of the shed I could hear the wind whispering through the boards in the rooftop.

After at least an hour of useless tugging and pounding for help, I couldn’t do a single thing.  I finally gave up and sat curled up on the freezing ground. My consciousness was a blur for a long time. Some points I’d be shaking ferociously on the ground trying to preserve whatever body heat I had left and other times I’d be unconscious laying on the ground.  Suddenly, I woke once more only to find myself whimpering in pain from the frostbite.

I forced myself to stay awake, by sitting up as best I could, worried I wouldn’t wake up the next time I closed my eyes.  After  waiting this long I knew he wasn’t coming back for me, He just left me here to die in the bitter cold of the night. Slowly I laid myself back down to the frosty ground and I felt myself drift away never to wake up again.