Edison Pan, Period 2, 5/9/23

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.

I can feel the sweat falling across my forehead as I readied the rapier at my side with my equally sweaty hands. It was all or nothing, I said to myself. If I die here there would be no one to take of my sisters, no one to take care of the plantation. Deep down, I knew I should have never agreed to this duel, in fact, I should have never antagonized that Spaniard in the first place. Yet what's done is done. I can't run away from this fight, not when my honor is on the line. I looked towards my adversary. While it may not be on his face, I can feel that he too is afraid. But it's too late, the duel must be done. I heard the yell of a man behind me. "Lestat!! Give him his chance!" I simply ignored the noise. I had to focus on the task in front of me. "You ready?" I asked. My opposition merely nodded. Despite feeling like an eternity, the fight ended in only mere moments. All it took was a quick stab to the chest. As I stood there looking down at my victim's dead body swimming in a pool of his own blood, I tried searching for any hint of joy within me and found that there was no joy to be found. I was victorious, yet I felt nothing. No that wasn't it, I did feel something, yet that something wasn't anything nearly as warm as joy. It was a cold feeling, an indescribable feeling of dread. I realized what I had just done. I had just killed a man. I took the life of another, a life for a reason that was ultimately meaningless. I... BANG... A pistol shot off in the distance. I found myself lying on the ground without any recollection of how I got there. I weakly lifted my hand up and touched my neck. There was a feeling of wetness that quickly dried up. I slowly turned to my side and found myself lying in a pool of blood just like my poor victim did. I heard a sound above me. As I looked up, I saw myself staring into a pair of cold, unfeeling eyes right before my vision ultimately faded to black.