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Eng340 Creative Writing
Imaginative Writing
ENG340/Creative Writing
May 16, 2011

Imaginative Writing
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Wondering the day to day lives of people, the kid’s thoughts and feelings to see their father walk out the door. Do they ever wonder is this the last time I am going to see him. Mammie and Daddy have been fighting every day, no more smiles, no more family time, all you hear fighting words of anger no expression of love. Where did it all good. Mammie and Daddy only say don’t worry about it just go to your room everything is ok, but I’m little and I understand and wonder is it really ok?
What story comes to mind? What images come to mind?
There is no life, in this house anymore there is only silence, you can hear a pin drop. Not one clear indication
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As a young girl time has passed and I am forced to live a double life. A thought of being that happy little girl to everyone around me and in the world, while I am drowning inside because it isn’t a nightmare Daddy is gone. Mommy tells me his decisions were not wise, and he chose things that were everything but what he should have considered priority and now here we are alone in this house, my Daddies voice can only be heard as the day that he said “I’ll see you later” and later never came.
He’s gone, the time we used to spend together has disappeared, who do I turn to, how do I figure out a way to fix what has happened, and is it because of me? Is it because I didn’t listen? Why did I have to break that plate that meant so much to Daddy to make him mad? Is that the reason why he left? Did he leave because he felt I wasn’t worthy of his recognition? Did he leave because I mommy told him I didn’t listen? Did Mommy really tell daddy, that the stains on the wall came from me because I was mad that daddy and mommy were always
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I don’t want to grow up without you. Please Daddy, please, do not be a memory. Be my future, be my daddy, to see me graduate from kindergarten, from high school. Take me to my prom, daddy please come back please… I don’t want to share these moments without you. Daddy, I miss you. I love you ….Mommy please, talk to him convince him to come home. Explain to him how much I love him, how much I miss him. Mommy you love me right? You said you would always protect me. That you would never let anything or anyone hurt me. Mommy please, you don’t understand I miss my daddy. Please don’t make me grow up without him in my life….
What dialogue is taking place in the story among the characters?
The dialogue taking place around story is the day to day life of so many young children, regardless of biological, adoptive or stepparent. The feelings and emotions of children regardless of age, the time that has passed. No one can really express what a child really is feeling but the child in the situation. Child expression regardless of age and encountering the separation of their parents, the feeling of guilt a child feels when they feel as if the situation is their fault based on an incorrect action.
Consider what might have happened before or what might have happened


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