Eric Nguyen Lin, Period 7, 5/24/2022

 Eric Nguyen Lin

Period 7

5/24/2022

Modern Mythology 2022

 

Creativity & Fiction

• Craft a piece of fiction that addresses one or more of the following: 

• Literary elements (i.e. structure, tone, diction, mood, irony, and figurative language) to craft a narrative and/or poetry.

• Structural features of drama (stage directions, character attributions/tags, dialogue, monologues, and/or soliloquies) to craft a script.

• Multidimensional characters to develop themes and create socio-political metaphors.

The sound of everyone’s feet filled Sofia’s ears as the runners paced around the track. Every step taken slowly wore down their shoes. The finish line was just an arm's length away. Everyone’s engines started to expel the remaining gas they had stored. Sofia felt something in her shoe and looked down to discover a new small rip had formed in her shoes. It wasn’t significant enough to make a difference so she would just run it off like she always did. She eventually made it past the finish line, unsurprisingly, before everyone else. Her speed had always been unmatched but this time, the gap was not as prominent. Everyone gathered around the finish line to celebrate but Sofia’s phone rang and the edges of her mouth dropped. “What’s wrong,” her friend asked. She replied, “Nothing. Everything’s fine,” and promptly left the track. 

She went home to just find everything in disarray. Broken glass covered the floor and the smell of alcohol filled her nose. She ran to her brother‘s room but he was nowhere to be found. As Sofia was about to leave, a slight whimpering came from under the bed. Her brother, John, crawled out facing the ground. Blue and purple patches covered his limbs but it was unclear whether they were recent wounds or from previous altercations. But as John slowly stood up, he raised his head revealing a river of blood gushing out a split in his cheek. Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t handle it anymore; that was it. Sofia hurriedly grabbed some sanitizing alcohol and bandaids. Both seemed to be expired and practically useless, but what else did they have? She stormed off to find her mom. As she approached her mom’s room each step got heavier and heavier while her shoes accumulated more and more glass. Sofia pushed their door open to uncover a lady sitting in a ring of trash varying from crushed cans to half-drunk bottles. “How could you call yourself a mother?!? Who would ever do that to their child!!!”, Sofia screamed with tears welling up in her eyes. The woman on the ground seemed to start slurring something out but Sofia had already run away to grab her brother.

They grabbed everything they could and got out of the house as quickly as possible. They were spotted by a neighbor who asked, “Is everything ok?” But like always, Sofia responded with, “Everything’s fine.” They began running with nowhere to go but with the goal of getting as far as possible. This was what she was always good at - running away. The glass from the house dug deeper and deeper into the soles, and the gravel pavement ripped away at the rubber soles. Minute tears previously on the shoes began opening up exposing the true state of her feet. She tripped on a pebble and her shoes finally gave in. The trusty shoes that once kept her safe and hid the years of running were finally exhausted. She couldn’t run away anymore.