Creative Writing: Klara

“Creative Writing” by Etgar Keret, shows the struggles of the couple grieving a miscarriage, though their stories that they wrote in creative writing class. Maya the wife write three different stories, the first one showing how a loss of an unborn child can make someone feel like they have died, or lost a part of themselves. The second is about how a women a may go through a period where she feels detached from her husband. The third is about the journey of accepting a miscarriage and ready try again. Aviad’s story is about continuously adapting to change and always remembering where you came from.

Tim O’Brien has his friend, Norman Bowker, tell the story of his friend Kiowa dying because he was so astonished at what he just watched happen that words couldn’t come out of his mouth. One of Tim O’Brien and Norman Bowker’s friends’, Kiowa, was hit by a mortar and begin to sink in the quicksand-like mud of the battlefield. Tim O’Brien tried to hold on to his friends boot and pull him out of the muddy waters, but there was mud in his nose and eyes, the sounds of flares and explosions filled his head, and he couldn’t take it any longer so he let go. This man watched his friend sink into the battlefield, helpless. Tim feels guilty for letting his friend slip right through his hands and slowly sink beneath the mud. He knew that if the things going on around him weren’t there that he could’ve saved his friend, but he couldn’t. “In Vietnam, too, we had ways of making the dead seem not quite so dead, by acting, we pretended it was not the terrible thing it was, we kept the dead alive with stories” (O’Brien 225-226). Even though he felt guilt for letting his friend slip right through his hands and sink into the mud, he can still live on through stories. The memories that were kept and the stories told about Kiowa’s character and personality are what will keep his memory

A moment from this novel that lingered in my mind is when Kropp said this, '"I've made up my mind," he says after a while, "if they take off my leg, I'll put an end to it. I won't go through life as a cripple."' This lingered in my mind a lot. Kropp was no older then the age of twenty when this happened. It is sad that a young man like Kropp would even ever have to have thoughts of suicide because their leg was blown off. The war inflicted a lot of damage on the young soldiers lives and seemed to not benefit anyones life. Another thing that lingered in my head is this, "will make a grand feed. About twenty yards from our dug-out there is a small house that was used as an officers' billet. In the kitchen is an immense fireplace with two ranges,

“Shrugging, Kiowa pulled off his boots. He wanted to say more, just to lighten up his sleep, but instead he opened his New Testament and arranged it beneath his head as a pillow. The fog made things seem hollow and unattached. He tried not to think about Ted Lavender, but then he was thinking how fast it was, no drama, down and dead, and how it was hard to feel anything except surprise. It seemed unchristian. He wished he could find some great sadness, or even anger, but the emotion wasn’t there and he couldn’t make it happen. Mostly he felt pleased to be alive. He liked the smell of the New Testament under his cheek, the leather and ink and paper and glue, whatever the chemicals were. He liked hearing the sounds of night. Even his fatigue, it felt fine, the stiff muscles and the prickly awareness of his own body, a floating feeling. He enjoyed not being dead. Lying there, Kiowa admired Lieutenant Jimmy Cross’s capacity for grief. He wanted to share the man’s pain, he wanted to care as Jimmy Cross cared. And yet when he closed his eyes, all he could think was Boom-down, and all he could feel was the pleasure of having his boots off and the fog curling in around him and the damp soil and the Bible smells and the plush comfort of night. (O’Brien, 17-18)”

Krebs returns to his town far later than other men deployed as “There had been a great deal of hysteria. Now the reaction had set in. People seemed to think it was rather ridiculous for Krebs to be getting back so late, years after the war was over.” (Hemingway, 1). Krebs is immediately an outcast to his town and even to his fellow soldiers, as his late return does not mark a sign of sacrifice and hard work but one of disinterest. He feels alone and further excludes himself by no longer communicating his feelings to anyone. They fail to recognize his contribution to the war, although it greater than that many in his town. In Krebs' encounter with a soldier like himself, he "acquired the nausea in regard to experience that is the result of untruth or exaggeration….. he fell into the easy pose of the old soldier among other soldiers: that he had been badly, sickeningly frightened all the time."(Hemingway, 1). The descriptive language of the sickness that Krebs felt when reconnected with a man who faced the same trials as he, shows how easily the memories of the past could reconnect to the men and change their demeanor completely. Krebs for once connected to a piece of the world and it brought pain, therefore driving him away from all other connections and leading him

My Big Madea was a pistol. She was as resilient as the steel covering and dangerous if messed with.Nevertheless,she was filled with bullets of love. She might not be in a history book,but she should be in my eyes. If I had an hour more to talk to her I would ask how she did it all?, What drove her to be so resilient?, and How she feels about living in a country for a 101 years without equality? The fact that she never saw equality fuels me to be an activist and reminds me to be leader and a marcher in whatever capacity I can. Rachel Cleveland was born of a slave in 1914 in Montgomery Texas. She received a sixth grade education from an all black school and never left her town. She faced the oppression of the Deep South from birth to 2017. Rebelling

The fact that Kiowa died on his watch still messes up his thoughts of living and life today. In like manner, the chapter ,“Ghost Soldiers”, is about guilt as well. During this chapter, the new medic, Jorgenson, fails to help O’Brien in his time of need. O’Brien tries to get revenge for his near death experience until O’Brien gets shot again.

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He woke up sweating and breathing roughly; it has been forty-eight years since the war, but every night, his nightmares take him back to the forest again. He’s scared of closing his eyes, because the darkness allows the images of bloody limbs, empty eye sockets, of death to fill his mind. I’ve never seen my father as helpless as he looks after waking up screaming, and to help ease his suffering, I decided to read the entries of a diary that he kept during and after the war:

Personally, I feel like the line that separates media from art is a very tricky and obscure one. It’s relatively easy to differentiate between media and multimedia, however when the term art is brought in, classification becomes difficult. Everyone has varied ideas of what art is and what should be considered art but I believe that art causes the viewer to conjure up some form of human idea, emotion or thought.

When passing on foot through the village of My Khe, soldier O 'Brien instinctively threw a grenade and killed a young Vietnamese soldier. Taken back by the event, his character is isolated in still time, entangled in a state of shock. Through his confusion and guilt, O 'Brien 's strong narrative and protagonist presence fades to the background as he fixates on the life of his victim. He vividly describes the dead soldier, focusing on his physical characteristics and the wounds that were inflicted upon him. O 'Brien 's way of describing the young man, “His clean black hair was swept up into a cowlick, his forehead was lightly freckled, his finger nails clean, his right cheek was smooth and hairless” (139), makes the anonymous soldier more personal. His choice of descriptive words help to view the soldier as a real person not simply a defeated enemy. As another way of coping with his feelings, O 'Brien imagines

In war, a soldier's entire future is unpredictable. This unpredictability leads to the constant fear that the things closest to them will be gone in any second. Many soldiers lose the comraderies they cherish the most. As a result, it is common that a soldier will not want to attach himself to anything or anyone due to the scaring images of soldiers dying one by one. After the war Krebs found being compassionate and

Kien’s post war experiences can be compared to any other veterans post war experiences with PTSD. It can be assumed that war veterans do not consider war a place of happiness, but rather a terrible place. The Sorrow of War says that war is a place of sorrow, depression, and horror, but also a place of change and maturity. This is conveyed through Kien’s flashbacks and

Different experiences affect people in different ways. They can make great memories that put a smile on your face or, sometimes, they can lead you down the wrong road of despair, loneliness, and heartbreak. But it all depends on a person’s way of handling the situation given to them, and those who don’t fare so well sometimes need a boost in the right direction. A war veteran, Tayo, is one example of a man stuck living in the past, unable to find peace to move on. In ceremony, Silko uses the rhetorical devices of flashbacks, symbolism, and story telling to reveal the healing process occurring within the characters throughout their journey of finding balance between his past and present.

Today after dinner Nyasha and I had decided to go on a walk since the weather was really nice. I ended up asking her about her mother's education and she stopped me “Tambu my mother does not want respect if she did she would stand her ground and not let my dad have the amount of control he has on her now”. I was shocked by her answer but was not surprised because it did come from her. But she was not done “Even when she goes back to the homestead it gets even worse. It is like she bows down to him like he is her master or something. I just do not get how she could be my mother because if that was me I would have been gone a long time ago.” After her rant, I just looked at her stunned I looked at her straight in her eyes and she looked