Kindred Dialectical Journal

It was a night like no other, the whole world asleep, and at peace. Little did Gabriel know, this was his last moments to see the world. For tomorrow, he would lose something he always held dear. As Gabriel lies in his bed, not knowing what tomorrow brings, he closes his eyes, and falls fast asleep. In the middle of the night, he hears a sound like no other, a strange ringing. The noise grows louder and louder, and a whisper saying, “Open your eyes.” When Gabriel tried to open his eyes, either his eyes were not cooperating, or its was just too dark; because all he saw was darkness.

The setting and time period of this story supports the adventurous innocence of its youthful characters, as well as enriching the story’s momentous and climactic confrontation between the forward-looking Mona, and her more traditional mother, Helen.

Thank you the M-1 Marvels for allowing me to be apart of the huddle this week!

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” “In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.” “All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be unhappy,” This significant quote from Brave New World had moved innumerable readers’ heart, so do I. Exaggeration? No. It’s the satire to the false meaning of the universal happiness, and it’s this quote which made me had rethink what do I really want and the way of living I want to choose. Because the deep influence and rumination brought by the book, I would like to say

There are multiple details that stood out as particularly true to life in my view. One was the nariartator that it is telling the story/ his view point main character mentions what check out aisle number. It mentions how the three girls looked. The character payed attention to how the girl that seem to be the leader was walking saying “she came down a little hard on her heels, as if she didn’t walk in her bare feet much” this quote helps you picture how the person and might help picture what the girl was walking like. He gave details to where he was and what he was doing when the three girls was doing. He mentions that “I’m in the third check-out slot with my back to the door so that I didn’t see them until they had reach the bread” this helps the reader to set up an mental image of the store as they are reading.

1) “They carried the soldier’s greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishonor. They died so as not to die of embarrassment” (O’Brien 20).

4. She went into the store and she didn’t find anything she wanted to buy.

Passage: “It was the meanest moment of eternity. A minute before she was just a scared human being fighting for its life. Now she was her sacrificing self with Tea Cake's head in her lap. She had wanted him to live so much and he was dead. No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep. Janie held his head tightly to her breast and wept and thanked him wordlessly for giving her the chance for loving service. She had to hug him tight for soon he would be gone, and she had to tell him for the last time. Then the grief of outer darkness descended”(Hurston 184).

“This is the moment between before and after, the pivot point upon which story, like a plate, spins.” “pg.1” Jude hasn’t been the same since his little sister, Lily, drowned seven years ago when she was four. Jude was supposed to be watching her, but he was playing his videogames. He found her at the bottom. Since the accident, he keeps more to himself, he doesn’t tell a lot of people his feelings and he doesn’t let people into his heart. His mom has been a wreck but his father has picked himself up a bit and goes running to clear his head.

Alma starts to slowly regain consciousness but abruptly starts to frantically looks side to side in confusion and realizes her perspective was looking down at the shop from the high shelf, as if she in the place of the replica doll. The surrounding doll’s eyes seemed to be fixated on her with looks of sympathy. Unexpectedly, a clicking sound began to fill the room and a figure begins to slowly come out from the table behind the window of the

Alma, a young girl, finds herself down a long, narrow snow-covered alleyway. Alma happily skips along until she found a wall with names of many children inscribed on it. She decided to join in and write her name on the wall as well, suddenly, Alma hears a noise similar to gears turning. She turns around to see a doll figure reflecting a very similar appearance to her own. Alma stares at the doll like it was her own reflection, looking down to check if they had similar clothes on, the doll disappeared when Alma looked back up. In a desperate attempt to find the doll again, Alma tugs at the door of the store where the doll was first found, but it seemed to be closed shut.

When looking closer, it became noticeable that the figurine looked identical to her. It contained long, bright red hair, as well as a duplicate of the outfit she wore that day. When attempting to open the door leading into the store, the doorknob would not turn and its hinges would not budge. After fumbling with the doorknob, she tried opening it again, and finally the door creaked open. The shop was dark, eerie, and dusty, and as a result of this, a chill traveled up her spine. Alice had a strange perception that she was being watched by someone from the inside of the shop. Looking around, she sees countless dolls sitting on shelves against the walls. Each doll was beautiful; each one had a different outfit and hair type than the other, but their eyes had a mysterious look to them. They looked too lifelike, and they seemed to follow her as she walked across the floor. A specific doll on the shelf, though, looked identical to Alma. She slowly walks towards it in order to get a better look. A thought crossed her mind that the doll could be a clue that leads her to her

My heart stutters in my chest. Mrs. Grier walks down my row, newspaper in hand. She kneels next to my desk. Her voice comes out too slow. ‘Eliza. Is this true?’ She holds up the paper. It’s turned to my paragraph and my stupid face. ‘Did...did you create Monstrous Sea?’”(Zappia, 273). Rather than being appreciative towards her parents for what they said and their praise, Eliza instantly shrinks away from it, her biggest secret having made its way into the real world. Had she not been anxious about getting such attention for it, she would’ve been okay with her identity being known, but all Eliza wanted was to live her life in the shadows, a dream that’s now been shattered. People acknowledging her isn’t something she normally experiences, and she doesn’t know how to handle all of the attention. After stumbling out of the room soon after being discovered, still disoriented from it, she manages makes her way to lunch. As she’s attempting to find one of her only friends, Wallace, the prying eyes and focus given to her by others who now know her true identity proves to be too much and ultimately fries her brain, with her thinking, “I am one hundred percent going to die. He’s supposed to be here so I can give him this drumstick. Jesus, I’m dying. My tray knocks off the edge of the table. Catches it, then catches my stomach. Crunches out of my hands. My legs buckle. Darkness slams down,”(Zappia, 276). The fear of discovery that built up inside her for so long proved to be

Looking around, she notices the whole room is filled with dolls. However, her eyes land on what matters the most, her look-a-like doll. As she walks closer to the doll, she steps on a wooden figure of a boy on a bicycle. When she sets it upright, it begins to peddle rapidly to the almost closed door. Just as the boy is close to reaching the outside, the door closes, and the peddling figure is left running into the closed door repeatedly. Alma smiles at the occurrence, taking her eyes off of her doll, and when she looks back the doll has vanished once again. Panicking and searching for her doll frantically, she searches underneath the table it was just on, only to find it placed in a shelf on the wall. Realizing the doll is too high for her to reach, she looks for an object to help her reach it. She climbs onto a sofa just below the shelf, not noticing the following eyes of the other dolls. Reaching to grab the doll, Alma takes off one of her gloves. Her hands inch closer to the doll, and she grabs it. Touching its nose, Alma is transported inside the

It was August and Gemini woke to the warm sensation of summer tickling her face. As she looked outside, she saw all the beautiful flowers growing in the garden. “Gemini, Gemini! Breakfast is ready!” called her aunt, Georgia as Gemini ran down the stairs. She was met with a scent that put a smile on her face. Her aunt had made her favorite, bacon and eggs. As Gemini was munching on her meal her sister came rushing down the stairs already dressed. “Gemini, why don’t you come to the market with me to get medicine for mother?” her sister said as she packed her bag with some money. “Of course!” Gemini said smiling as she sprinted up the stairs to get dressed. She pulled out a traditional blue village dress and tied her hair in a neat bun like all the other village girls. Before running back downstairs, Gemini went to her mother’s room and made her drink the soup aunt georgia had prepared. “Drink mother” Gemini said as she helped her mother up to drink from the wooden bowl. Her mother was very ill. She had an illness that Gemini’s father had passed away from. Most of the apothecaries thought it was impossible to to treat, but not Gemini. After saying bye to her mom and her aunt, she jumped into the carriage with her sister. “I can’t wait!” Gemini said. As they rode off into the marketplace, Gemini’s face flushed with excitement. She saw people big and small tall and short and even at and thin. Before her sister could even say a word, Gemini ran up to all the market stands where