Cabral's Funeral: A Narrative Fiction

I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.

his pelvis at me in a vulgar way, and I can see my hand in an endless slow motion

He made an undignified noise, scrabbling at the man’s hand. “Let go of me,” he half-gasped in dread. “Get your filthy hands off me, don’t touch me, you’re disgusting—”

Angela has indeed pointed a finger at the alleged perpetrator with supposed certainty, “she only took the time necessary”, however we are presented with a fantastical and surreal version that does not evoke the clarity we are promised but not delivered.

By grabbing his little hands. I didn’t understand why he was screaming. It was my first experience ever touching someone for such a long period of time and I didn’t understand what was happening to me. The few times I’d ever accidentally put my hands on someone I’d always pulled away. I’d pull away as soon as I remembered I wasn’t supposed to be touching anyone. As soon as I heard the first scream escape their lips.

I need you to let me marry Pedro for he truly loves me instead of Rosaura. If you let me marry him, I promise that not only will I be there to take care of you, but with Pedro, I will make you live in the luxury that you deserve. Pedro could provide us with a greater salary for the family while Nacha and Me can make the wonderful entrees and perform the house chores in the house. We would create a legacy in honour of our family's history.

“Ya just can’t.” You sigh and try to wiggle around him but he grabs you by the shoulders and pins you down to your couch. His blue eyes pierce into you; they weren’t malicious or angry, they were desperate. You sit there, perplexed and a bit indignant,

I hit the wall, not exaggerating, a single centimeter above his petty head. He looks at me wide-eyed and pulls out a walkie-talkie in one hand and a gun in the other.

“What the hell! How did you do that!” He yelled while pointing at me. That immediately got everybody’s

In the novel, Chronicle of a Death Foretold, two of the main characters are Santiago Nasar and Bayardo San Roman. Santiago Nasar is introduced to the reader in chapter 1 of the novel and Bayardo San Roman is introduced to the reader in chapter 2. Santiago Nasar is described as being handsome and rich, and also displays a love of firearms and falconry. Bayardo San Roman is a mysterious man who enters into town looking for a bride, and is described as having the waist of a bullfighter. When scrutinized, the reader can ascertain the true importance of these characters and their impact on the story.

Lorenzo gazed at the architecture of the cathedral, once again wondering how people had managed to create a structure like this over four hundred years ago, when he suddenly realised the time and looked out over the courtyard. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he made out three men dressed mysteriously stumbling awkwardly over the beautifully paved tiles. He looked away towards Saint Mark’s Basilica, pretending not to know the near-identically dressed Italians walking towards him. Lorenzo glanced at the three men and then back at the church, before a small raspy voice broke the silence.

Gabriel García Márquez's novella Chronicle Of A Death Foretold set in a small Colombian town in 1950 has strong traditional cultural influence. The novel focuses on Santiago Nasar's foretold murder by the Vicario brothers which is initiated when their sister, Angela is returned for not being a virgin by her husband Bayardo San Roman. Every character in this novel is a victim of the traditional Colombian culture, especially from the discriminatory gender expectations and conformities. Bayardo's decision to return Angela is a product of their culture as the importance of a women's virginity for a man's pride and honour is ingrained into their societal beliefs. Angela is also a victim of her culture due to the double standards and feminal expectations

I wasn't expecting him to hug me, but that's exactly what he did. I hugged him back, and he whispered in my ear, “I'm going to kill his ass.” I started not to reply but couldn't resist and said, “At this point. I don't care. Just do me a favor and don't tell me where you put the

The novel “Chronicle of a Death Foretold” by Garcia Marquez recounts the story where Santiago Nasar was accused of taking the virginity of Angela Vicario and therefore killed. The society depicted in the novel is one where appearances are important to the townsmen regardless of the cost of it. Using symbolism, Garcia Marquez exposes the superficial nature of the town and their flaws.

This time Lorne obliged and rolled off me. I staggered to my feet, trying to catch my breath, and glared down at Lorne. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the fact he’d been trying to protect me; no I was glaring at him because he obviously felt that he needed to protect me. I