Journal 28: My tell-tale ending

...louder! louder! louder! louder! It’s real! I’m not crazy, I heard the sound--clear and loud! I clamped the teeth together hardly to suppress my impulse to scream out loud. I noticed the officers stopped drinking the tea I gave them earlier and starred at me with the most strangest face. Was it the time? They were ready to reveal what I have done, and they were going to mock at me: “ You thought you were genius, didn’t you?” They would point their fingers at me, I knew that, I just knew! “ Haha! How deplorable you are!” They despised me! No! No! I can’t that it happen! The sound shouldn’t turned up! Then, I saw the officers all fell down from, they tried to gasped for breath but they couldn’t. One of them grasped the rung then release. They died! I was laughing. It was me! I put the poison in the tea before I gave them, how come I forgot! No matter what, it just proved I’m wise. Oh! How wise I am! The sound was getting smaller and smaller...ha! Now all the problems solved! I deal with the officers’ copses. After these, I sit on the chair, enjoyed the victory. The sound appear, louder then before! Nobody was there, nobody... I guess, I could never get rid of the sound. Don’t get me wrong! I know how to deal with, I do. That is wise people always do.

Journal 27: Hints and Foreshadowing

“ True! I had been very, very nervous, and I still am. But why do you call me insane?” Said the narrotor of the story “ The Tell-Tale Heart”. At the beginning of the story, the narrotor told the reader that he was not crazy and actually really calm. But we all know the truth is opposite. The calm person won’t mention himself or herself is calm. And what kind of the situation would a normal person kill another person because of vulture-eye? After the narrotor did, he started feel the sense became acute, he thought he could hear everything, but that was because he was crazy. Another evidence for he was crazy, it’s when the polices came to his house. He did a good job on convince them that everything is okay, just a moment he was going to escaped-- He asked the police men to sit in the room which hid a corpse! Also the tone of grammer of speaking for the narrator, the exclamation marks, and the feeling of the whole story, the author used the first person point of view to makes the readers know more about the narrotor( who is also the main character of the story.) in the narrotor’s words, which is more natural and easier.

Journal 26: Unreliable Narrator

In the story “ The Tell-Tale Heart”, the author used a mad man’s point of view to tell the story. At the beginning of the story, the mad man who is also the narrator, told the readers that how calm he is, but the readers know that is not true because the calm people somehow wouldn’t mention themselves are calm. Especially the narrator just killed an old man who loved him just because of his one eye looked like vulture’s. However, create a unreliable narrator makes the story more interesting. We can understand the narrator’s personality or condition through his or her words. The amusing part is, since the narrator is unreliable, the readers could try to find out the truth of the whole story, it must be some details hide in the word that both the narrator and the readers didn’t notice, but the author know there are! A famous Japaness movie called “ Rashomon”, based on a murder and rape in the forest happened to different characters. The movie is famous for having an unusual type of story. The same event was described by four different people who were involved in it, and they all said different things. At the end of the movie, it still didn’t tell the truth of the whole story, the audiences have to fing out by themselves. 

Journal 25: Scary stories

Usually if the stories are scary, they mostly include darkness, ghost, dead bodies...but I think the most scary stories are the stories that happen at similar place where common people often been in. That’s how people afraid of the scary movies and stories. For me, I used to use bedquilt to wrap my feet because I’m afraid that the ghost, zombie of anything likes that will clutch my feet and pull me to the hell of the place that is scary. Even though if the things truly happen, the bedquilt might not really help, the action still brings me a sense of security because if I don’t do this, I always feel that something is going to do with my feet. When I was little, I was afraid of escalator which was silly but I don’t know why. I think it is also a kind of phobia. The most weird thing is, I could use the escalator to go up but I couldn’t go down. I even had dreadful dreams about the escalator. I remember I cried because my nursemaid brought me to the department store and wanted to go down by the escalator, she couldn’t figure out why I was crying and refused to move. Every time I tell people about how I was afraid of escalator, they thought it was funny. So am I. But I believe it was very scary to me before, just when the feeling is gone, you don’t even care about it anymore.

Journal 24" Suspicion

When the creepy music start, the light is getting dark, you feel something is behind you and some terrible things is going to happen. That feeling is suspicion. My friend and I was walking on the street, then a lady stopped me with her arm. She asked us some questions about preserving maintenance. We tried to be patient and answered all the questions she asked. After we finished the questions, the lady told us to go to somewhere with her. We didn’t even got the time to reject her or consider on account of the lady already seized my friend’s wrist and pull my friend away. I have no choice, I thought if there was anything going to happen, I could call someone for help. So I followed the old lady and my friend to a old building with dark light--didn’t look like a place for preserving maintenance. While we are waiting the elevator, my friend and I look at each other, we exchange the wink, both of us didn’t think there is a safe place. God knows what would happen in the elevator, though the person who brought us there was a middle-age lady.  Then the elevator came, just about the moment the old lady got into the elevator, we saw a man was in the elevator and about to coming out, he looked at us in a strange way then “fake” a smile. Isn’t  he supposed to come out of the elevator? Unless there was some bad thing really going to happened. My friend said sorry to her, then we ran away. We could hear she was calling us, and that make us more suspense.

Journal 23: What Worth the Effort?

Raymond is Squeaky’s elder brother, even though Raymond is older then Squeaky, Raymond is the one who need to be take care of. Since to take care of Raymond is the order from Squeaky’s parents, Squeaky and Raymond spent almost every time together. Raymond is special, often cause trouble, of course the one who has to clean up all the mess is Squeaky. Squeaky loves her brother for sure, but is taking care of him it’s worth to Squeaky?  I think even though taking care of Raymonds is tired and not easy, the extra duty sometimes let Squeaky get punishment, Squeaky still think take care of him is worth. Squeaky is a straightforward girl, I bet if she really think Raymond is a encumbrance, she would tell the readers about that. I have a younger brother and younger sister, they sometimes don’t know how to conduct themselves, so I have to stand out to help them, which is usually okay because they were little. But now they are almost 12 they still don’t really know how to behave themselves in front of the elders, especially my brother. Anyway I still help them, sometimes it’s tired, sometimes I got punishment, and sometimes...I enjoy it. And for Squeaky, she found out Raymond’s ability at the end, and finally sure that every effort worth, just if you can see the value or not.

Journal 22: Resolution

Adria couldn’t believe remember anything after the surgery. But when she saw the children and their parents were playing through the window, she still could find a special feeling from the deep of her heart, and just like before, she loved reading and listening to the happy laughing from those innocent children. She have been told she could finally have her own life one day. She was hoping that the day would be coming soon. She couldn’t wait to stand in the middle of the world and feel the wind from the freedom by her skin. She was so glad. She did not know that she had been locked in the basement for many years, she just wanted to leave. The time she stay in the psychiatric hospital she read all the books and tried to learned all the useful things from them. She was preparing to start a new life. The day finally came, she thanked all the people who took care about her in the hospital. The sky was blue, she could feel the warm sunshine on her face. These were just like what she excepted. She took a deep breath, the first time in her life she felt to cry because she was touched. She’s free now. She’s the part of the world now.