Zhu Liang Yan, Period 6, 5/31/23

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. Wickers are very common in nature, they are the creations of the all-seeing. Wickers bears pale skins, long limbs, and beautiful faces. They are omnivores, they enjoy vegetables and animals. Since the Great Collapse, Wickers have taken over the natural world. They have civilized most of the planet, whether it was the South Beam or Noviajar. In the town of Elsmere, a forest town resided in the west of Poli, a small civilization of Wickers resides. The town is bustling with activities and livelihood, the shepherds herds their sheeps across the town square, the ironsmith sturdy in his hammering, creating a loud melodic clinking noise that blends into the backdrop of the town along the merchants’ haggles. One day, the seamless flow of the town was suddenly disturbed. The bell tows loudly at the bell tower. “Quick! Quick! Someone’s at the door!” “What is that?!” “Call the defensive force! Quick!” The Wickers howl in simultaneous confusion. Below the bell tower, a stranger stands shrouded in capes. Unknowing of the ruckus he had caused, he stepped into the perimeter of the town. However, he is quickly stopped by a titanic wicker who was almost thrice his size. “Who.” He bellowed. The Stranger unhooded himself, staring at the curious wicker towering over himself. “Beowulf.” The stranger proclaimed with a hint of fear. Suddenly, a crowd of curious wickers surged behind the large wicker, amused at Beowulf’s presence. The large Wicker named Grendel suddenly took a aggressive stance as this creature in front of him is like nothing he had seen before. He doesn’t bear long limbs, pale skin nor a beautiful face. In fact, the first thing Grendel noticed about the stranger, was his hideous face. “Where to.” Grendel demanded. “I don’t know, I just want companionships.” “So you want to be let into the town, huh?” “Yes…I need food..” Beowulf spoke in a startled manner, his hand tremoring and his feet felt like they’re about to turn into rubbers. He was afraid, very afraid. Grendel pummels the visitor in the head with his worned fist and Beowulf fells to the floor bleeding from his skull. He looked up intensely and let out a cry “I MEANT NO HARM! PLEASE STOP.” “No, you are hideous. For all we know, you might be dangerous.” Grendel spoke calmly, then he proceed to throws his large feet straight at Beowulf’s chest as he attempts to get up. The impending forces crushed Beowulf’s ribs painfully as the blood gushs from Beowulf’s bleeding head and ribs. “PLEASE NO MORE!” Beowulf cried. “Get out of here, you saddening monster. I saw you this very day of every year, trying to steal our herd of sheeps.” Grendel spoke with a cold malice. The villagers cheers him on, “YEAH!!” “GET OUT OF HERE!” “MONSTER, GO FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE!” Beowulf got up on his knees and crawled away from the villagers’ protest. As the blood start gushing out from Beowulf’s head and ribs, he noticed his wounds became further infected. Beowulf cries in pain as he attempts to get up on his feets, but it no use. He wanted to live. But he knew he was going to die, alone. What did I do to derserve this? He wondered. Is it my skin color? Is it my size? Is it the way I looked? Why am I born this way? He begans to tear up silently. As the tear flow down his cheek, it merges with the blood that trickled down his cheeks. The blood and the tear created a very unique sort of taste, a salty drop and the heavy taste of iron with a hint of sweetness. He thought the mixture tasted weirdly good in that instance. He suddenly realizes he have trouble breathing. The shock he have received mentally and the physical trauma he have endured have rendered him with suffocation. He stares quietly at the town in the distance as he cries. And then, as if something cracked inside of him. He began screaming on the top of his lung. He screams in anguish as the stinging pain from his upper chest punish him further more. He felt as if no one else in the world understood him. As his voice became hoarse and his throats give up on him. Beowulf decided to lay his body down as the pain becomes unbearable. He wondered about his differences and his meanings. His pupil aims at the sky’s beautiful lushness as his body is ravished by pain, sadness, and hunger. This how he felt every second of his existence so he thought no different of it.