Creative Writing: False Diaries

Brainstorming Thesis: “The Chrysanthemums” points out the flaws society has concerning gender inequality, specifically the oppression and underestimating of women. This is clear in the characterization of Elisa, Henry, and the Tinker, the symbolism of the chrysanthemums, and the motif of clothing. Modern version Elisa tends to her chrysanthemums Henry is a

“I am not gonna die like this.” She thought “No gorram way.” She felt a sharp pain in her right foreleg as the hoof struck the door at an uncomfortable angle. She recoiled at the impact.

Her lips formed strange and unusual sounds, her eyes closed softly and her cheeks paled. From her side belt she withdrew a small knife, a dagger. With a quick movement she cut her left hand with the dagger. As the drops of blood hit the cold marble floor the knife also clattered to the ground. The girl remained speaking her foreign tongue and let her life's blood run down her outstretched arm.

Claire’s arrival in Gullen was a great deal to all the townspeople. As the years went by Gullen slowly started to fall into debt and poverty leaving them to look up to Claire Zachanassian for hope. When Claire stepped off of the train she had several bags, a black panther in a cage, her butler, husband, two men, and a coffin. After listening to a speech by the major welcoming

The car pulled in behind the hotel, and the group of friends got out. Clawd walked around to the front, seeing the door was chained shut. “Well, they’ve learned,” he mumbled, looking for a way to get in. Jackson showed up, and gently pushed Clawd aside.

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

“What happened?” the doctor asked. In response, she motioned her hand back and forth. Nodding, the doctor gently examined the wound, careful to not induce additional pain.

“I’ll leave this right here. Just dive in, you two,” she said. She put the tray down

Stay away from me.” Yells Aaron as he ran into the arms of Jasmine, squeezing her tight and not letting her go. Sophie is speechless. Does Aaron know the truth of Katrina’s death,? Sophie wondered. Jasmine looked away and looked around the house that had once been a bright happy family home, all the experiences are now faded memories. “Why don’t we go get some fresh air,” Sophie asked Aaron. They both walk outside and sit down the lushes green grass. Sophie still holding Jasmine’s diary holded it tight in her hands staring deeply into thick brown cover, but she wasn’t just captivated by the book she was overtaken by the red blood finger prints that laid on the bottom left hand corner of the diary. Aaron looks at Sophie, then at the house and then back at Sophie. He grabbed the diary from Sophie and opened it. He flicked through a few pages till he reached the exact page that Sophie had read earlier, grabed a pen out of his pocket, took a deep breath and started to write something “I know you killed my

“Lemme outta here!” Lennie paced around the room, pounding his fists on any wall he could find. With a sour face, he checked every nook and cranny between the page and the text for something taking on the form of a door. A way to escape.

"Ow! The little mutt bit me!" he cried pulling his hand to his chest, his face scrunched up in pain while I spat his blood out of my mouth.

"I'm so glad your okay" Elaine spoke wrapping up the things from the first aid kit.

He heard Sterling slam the door to the room and begin to talk to someone outside. After a moment of so the door opened again. There was a brief pause before the door slammed shut again and footsteps began to approach.

"Stay right here," the queen told the child. The queen stepped forward, holding a glowing key and opened the door. Black smoke filled the air, "I'll be right back, stay outside of the door." The child watched her mother step through the door, fear crawling up her spine.

“WayWay!,” Jesse said loud, trying to not shout in case he woke the residents up. He scuttled down the path after his brother, who was determined to knock on this door. Up the rickety porch steps he went, it creaked and crackled under his weight.