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Daily 22
Writers use a lot of figurative language, and today we're focusing on just one type: pathetic fallacy. Similar to personification, pathetic fallacy is when a story utilizes the environment to convey emotions by using typically human actions (ex: weeping raindrops, dancing leaves, etc). For 300 points, write a story of at least 250 words using pathetic fallacy to convey an emotion.
Notes: I have no idea what I'm doing, actually. If I missed the point of the daily entirely then no I didn't.
Word count: 285 words
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Jenna walks out of the doorway only to be met by a comically large bouquet of flowers. She has no idea what they are. Floriography evidently doesn’t run in the family.
She sighs. At least they’re nice to look at: cheerful blossoms arranged beautifully in simple rings. That’s the first thing that strikes her as odd—her mama doesn’t usually go for something that easy. No, madame Beth’s bouquets must always be as dramatic as possible. Even her more subtle arrangements are dramatic. You’d think her outgoing, extroverted, bold-patterned-wardrobe-only mom would be the one to go for that sort of thing, but nope. Mama’s as deceptive as a poisonous flower that way.
She takes a minute to linger in the doorway. The sun’s out today, its smiling beams wrapping around her like a warm hug. It’s the time of the day when it’s bright out and the initial morning rush has settled, leaving a quiet lull behind.
That’s when her eye catches on the card attached to the bouquet. Ah. She was right, then. Not a bouquet from her mama. Floriography might run in the family after all; just a little more selectively than she thought.
‘I know we’re not on the best terms right now,’ the card reads, and Jenna lets out a scoff at that, ‘but I think my favorite little sister deserves some flowers on her birthday. And a little more, too.’
There’s some cash taped onto the back of the card.
She huffs, and glances at the flowers again. They still seem as cheerful as ever, though there seems to be a shade of mocking to them now. She’ll never admit it, but they still make her crack a small smile.
Writers use a lot of figurative language, and today we're focusing on just one type: pathetic fallacy. Similar to personification, pathetic fallacy is when a story utilizes the environment to convey emotions by using typically human actions (ex: weeping raindrops, dancing leaves, etc). For 300 points, write a story of at least 250 words using pathetic fallacy to convey an emotion.
Notes: I have no idea what I'm doing, actually. If I missed the point of the daily entirely then no I didn't.
Word count: 285 words
❀ ✻ ⚘ ✻ ❀
Jenna walks out of the doorway only to be met by a comically large bouquet of flowers. She has no idea what they are. Floriography evidently doesn’t run in the family.
She sighs. At least they’re nice to look at: cheerful blossoms arranged beautifully in simple rings. That’s the first thing that strikes her as odd—her mama doesn’t usually go for something that easy. No, madame Beth’s bouquets must always be as dramatic as possible. Even her more subtle arrangements are dramatic. You’d think her outgoing, extroverted, bold-patterned-wardrobe-only mom would be the one to go for that sort of thing, but nope. Mama’s as deceptive as a poisonous flower that way.
She takes a minute to linger in the doorway. The sun’s out today, its smiling beams wrapping around her like a warm hug. It’s the time of the day when it’s bright out and the initial morning rush has settled, leaving a quiet lull behind.
That’s when her eye catches on the card attached to the bouquet. Ah. She was right, then. Not a bouquet from her mama. Floriography might run in the family after all; just a little more selectively than she thought.
‘I know we’re not on the best terms right now,’ the card reads, and Jenna lets out a scoff at that, ‘but I think my favorite little sister deserves some flowers on her birthday. And a little more, too.’
There’s some cash taped onto the back of the card.
She huffs, and glances at the flowers again. They still seem as cheerful as ever, though there seems to be a shade of mocking to them now. She’ll never admit it, but they still make her crack a small smile.