Sophia Feng, Period 7, 4/20/2023

 

Sophia Feng 

Period 7

4/20/23

Modern Mythology 2023

Creativity & Fiction

• Craft a piece of FAN fiction related to any of the reading we’ve done in class that addresses one or more of the following: 

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

• 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.

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This is Claudia’s diary. 

DO NOT OPEN!!!

Dear Diary,

Today is my sixth birthday! I’m going to eat cake with my dad and uncle in our pretty house. That’s what the other kids do, I think. 

Dear Diary,

Today is my seventh birthday! I think I’m going out with Uncle Lestat to eat like always. Dad never comes with us because he doesn’t like it, but I think blood tastes great. Uncle Lestat always tells me that we need to kill to live and that we could never die, but I don’t really understand what he means. Whenever we go to eat, the people that we talk to fall to the ground like they’re sleeping, but they never wake up. Is that what Uncle Lestat means by dying?

Dear Diary,

Today is my tenth birthday! Recently, Uncle Lestat has been bringing home paintings and sculptures from France and Spain. The carpets and vases are covered with beautiful birds painted by people from across the world. Uncle Lestat asked a painter to make the walls of my room covered with a forest of unicorns, golden birds, fruit trees, and shiny waterfalls. I absolutely love my room!! He also asked people who make dresses and shoes to come to our house. They came with fancy coats, gowns, gloves, and many more. I think Father and Uncle Lestat were having fun dressing me up. Maybe it’s like when I dress up my dolls. Pretty clothing and makeup make everyone happy I guess. Anyways, thank you so much Uncle Lestat! Best birthday ever!

Dear Diary, 

Today is my thirteenth birthday. Uncle Lestat has been bringing Father and me to the new French Opera House or the Théâtre d'Orléans. He likes Shakespeare, but most of the time he falls asleep to the sound of the opera and wakes up just to eat. But, I don’t mind. He gives me the diamond rings and jewelry when he does end up following some pretty lady for dinner. Although they fit quite loosely around my neck and fingers, diamonds make gorgeous room decorations.

Father, on the other hand, has been reading me books and poetry. He always tells me to admire the life and beauty around us and to ignore our eternal life. From Aristotle to Boethius, I slowly began to understand the meaning of creation or life as Father likes to call it. 

Dear Diary,

Today is my eighteenth birthday and I’ve decided that I want my own coffin to sleep in. Lestat and Father have their own, so why do I sleep with Father and not by myself?

Anyways, we’re planning to head to the coffin makers later this afternoon. Our story is that Father’s poor little five-year-old daughter is soon about to die from a heart illness. Cliche, but all the mortals believe it. 

Now that I can read on my own, I have been researching the origins of vampires. The origins of what keeps me in this five-year-old shell despite being eighteen. Growing up, I’ve always wondered how Lestat and Father manage to keep themselves looking so young. But, I eventually realized that it wasn’t only them who were young. My eighteen-year-old self wasn’t allowed to roam the streets of New Orleans and I had to stick with Lestat whenever I needed to feed. To every human that we passed, I was a beautiful child with long golden locks who didn’t look a day over five years old. It was annoying. Why did all the other girls grow up to be a lady while I was forever confined in my coffin of a five-year-old? Why was I, out of everyone, chosen to be this bloodsucker? Who turned me into this lifeless, immortal monster? I need answers. 

I know it has to be Lestat or Father, but it's impossible that it was Father. I sometimes see him looking at pictures of his sister in secret. As a vampire, he’s still hanging on to his mortal life. Lestat, however, never mentions his mortal life. 

Maybe if I ask Father, he’ll confess…