Iris's Narrative Fiction

She becomes excited for the years to come and glad that the rest of her life will belong to her. She tells us her husband never looked at her except with love for her and then admits she had often not loved him. At the end of the story she dies when she realizes her husband is still alive. This is horrible. If she did not love him and was happier when she thought he was dead, she should not have married him.

"Like most – maybe all – writers, I learned to write by writing and, by example, by reading books” - Francine Prose, Reading Like A Writer.

It was in that specific second she realised this was exactly like the last part of her dream she had received, only this time it was real. Her dream always started in a forest then travelled into the black abyss as she followed the raven and now she would finally find out what happens next only this time it wasn't a dream, this time she wouldn't wake

When she wakes back up, she’s in a completely different setting. – She’s outside and theres a river nearby.

not impressed at all. She inscribes, “When the father visits, he climbs up the stairs muttering with

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Chica has a way of talking, Bonnie thinks, that makes everyone around stop and listen. Everything about her voice mesmerizes him: the lilts and lows of her voice that give everything she says a quality similar to Beethoven -- the way her lips curve around soft words and her teeth bear around the ones that get stuck in her throat -- the way she looks deep into his eyes to make sure he's understanding.

In the essay, “The Storyteller,” Sandra Cisneros discusses how she didn’t let her family's’ traditions interfere with her passion to become a writer. Despite the fact that her father loathed the idea of her moving out without being married, her desire for independance lead her to leave. She finally got her silent home to “listen to the voices inside herself” while becoming inspired by all of her trinkets. Every decision she makes revolves around her writing; it influences every aspect of her life. Cisneros emphasizes the role that family has on your dreams and her ambition to pursue them no matter what.

"Thanks. I'm living with Melody and her parents now, so it all worked out for the best."

he warmth of Arthur's embrace could not ease Gwen's trembling nor calm the torrent of emotions thundering through her head and heart. She felt the weight of betrayal by all she'd held dear, had forgiven them during her exile, her guilt absolving them for the choices they had made. She was a stuttering mess in his arms and Arthur placed a white handkerchief into her palm, the linen favor she had given him so many years ago once again coming to her aid. She took it gratefully, perhaps not even realizing what it was she held nor its significance to the king. He cherished it as much as her.

When they finally get to wake up of the limbo she isn’t the same as before. She get used to the reality of the dreams. In the movie also say the phrase “the limbo became her reality”. She got and awful attitude with life goals or she just show like a big depression. To the point that she truly believes that she got to return to her “reality”

Section M, row one, seat 16, floor. Stage to my left hundreds of fans around me. Sophie and I look around anticipation as the lights dim. The screaming starts but I can barely hear it over the pounding of my own heart. Then I hear it blazing in the speakers the opening song is playing and then there they are. Harry, Louis, Liam, and Nile I'll step out on stage. They all seem to glow a little due to the spotlights on them. It's all very surreal. "that's actually them!" I yell at Sofie. I couldn't believe they were actually right there in front of me and then the singing starts. Everyone in the crowd sings along, or at least the ones that aren't crying (me, I was crying). I see fireworks but I can't hear them over everything else going on but

saw their faces, his whole body shook as they slowly approached. Her skin changed from olive to red. They both had brownish black horns that protruded from their foreheads. Lilith had tears in her eyes as she raised her fist in the air, dropping it down on the top of his head. Isaac fell down almost instantly, his vision was blurred as Isabel crouched down to look at him. Her lips were moving, but Isaac couldn’t make out anything she was saying.

They had attempted to power down in their respective rooms, but Barry was far too wound up. He found himself in Iris' room, which was smaller and more spartan in decoration, as she didn't spend much time in there, between work at the restaurant and sports and school. The windows, which were large and faced the backyard, were always left with the blinds up and the curtains drawn back.

talked of "seeing" in her dreams much as she saw when she was awake (let it be