had recovered from his two days of feasting the last remaining pig had finished his construction and had gotten a C.O. from the local building inspector. He felt pretty secure in his new brick house and decided to take a nap after all the work was done. About that time the big bad wolf came singing his now familiar I’ll huff and I’ll puff song, to which the third pig confidently replied: “In your ear with a quart of beer!” Understandably this ticked off the big bad wolf who begun to huff…
“Porphyria’s Lover” are dramatic monologues written by Robert Browning in 1842. Browning was a writer that knew little fame while he was alive, but has since become an important and influential author. The short stories were part of a collection of poems, Bells and Pomegranates No. III: Dramatic Lyrics, which were mostly ignored while Browning was alive due to previous failure earlier in his career. This collection, along with another Bells and Pomegranates No. VII: Dramatic Romances and Lyrics…
Prologue Unknown POV It happened so suddenly you know. My life wasn’t the best out there but it was something. I had friends even if it was just two people. I had a roof over my head, even when the people that I lived with hated me. I had food and a job as well, though the pay isn’t the best. I was thankful for the life that I had. I wasn’t bullied too much in school. In fact most people pretended that I wasn’t even in the same room as them. I was happy because my life could have been worse. I…
Dramatic music crescendoed in the background of a sweeping view of mountains. The camera zoomed in on the leading lady, her dress billowing around her. I watched this all unfold on my television comfortably, from my favorite chair in the living room. “Mom, why do we have to watch a boring old movie?” I whined. “It’s in black and white.” She shushed me, her eyes gluded to the screen. “Quiet, this is the best part!” I settled in to the chair and before I knew it, fell asleep. Some time later, I…
It knows!!! A Play by Thomas Moran Thomas Moran Mrs. Love Hilliard Creative Writing 29 January 2016 Characters MAX, A laptop that knows everything… or does it? ALEX, A 17 year-old in love with his laptop. JOHN, A 17 year old jealous of ALEX's new laptop. Setting ALEX's bedroom. 10:00 PM. Lights up to reveal ALEX in his room, on his bed marveling over his brand-new laptop. ALEX Wow! This laptop puts the A in Amazing! JOHN It’s just a regular old laptop……
begins to read T. S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” one gets the sense that Prufrock is having a dramatic monologue with someone else, which is based on the beginning sentence “Let us go then, you and I” (1). There are three characteristics of a dramatic monologue, one of which is the specific individual expressing thoughts at a specific point in time. Secondly, the monologue is directed to a listener who may not be specifically addressed. And, the third characteristic the…
Dearest Bilbo, How are you doing? I hope you are enjoying living in. Overall I am doing fine, however much has changed since I last wrote to you. Where to begin? I suppose I will start where I left off in the last letter. Lady Galadriel presented us each with a parting gift. For Aragorn,she gave a sheath etched with flowers and leaves of silver and gold, as well as a silver brooch called the Elfstone that once belonged to Celebrían. Both Merry and Pippin received “silver belts, each with a…
As I do every morning, I walk by the queue. Well-dressed gentlemen, hover over the shoe polishers, greed gleaming in their eyes as hunger in vultures. Their greasy skin, drips over collars, like oil from the bacon they had for breakfast, quivering at the boys beneath them. Their eyes are clouded, unaware, boredom and impatience evident. The young men at their feet swelter under the hot sun, beating onto them, wrinkling their dark skin. Sweat soaks through their thin garments, revealing their…
Alessio’s POV I blinked in surprise at the sight before me “M-Mother?” I slurred, stumbling towards her with open arms. “You’re drunk,” She said nonchalantly and scrunched up her nose in disgust as I enveloped her into a tight embrace. Way to state the obvious. “You reek of alcohol! Let’s get you cleaned up, figlio.” “Us Italians have huuuuge feet.” I hiccupped, examining the ginormous red sock in my hand. “Those are where we put your presents, love.” She let out a chuckle, which floated in the…
The characters portrayed by Browning in his dramatic monologues are various and often rise from the world of the Italian Renaissance. From the artist Fra Lippo Lippi who has become a monk without his will, to Andrea del Sarto, a great painter who has subordinated his art to the demands of an exploitative wife, Browning manages to reveal the true value of art. The pictures of great artists blended with historical detail are embodied in his poems. Vasari’s Lives of the artistsis the source of the…