Today, I post different type story that have in my blog before.
This is title of story critique “The Wreath” written by Christine Manara.
I hope, if you read this post you can give your comment by answer that I give below.
And thanks of your kindness, give the comment of this story.
Story begins….
Ms. Tika’s mind was still fixed on the unpleasant incidents that had happened that day: breaking up with Harun after he had accused her of being unfaithful, finding out that her boss was involved in money laundering and deciding to quit her job immediately.
She walked aimlessly hoping for a good rest to clear her mind. But when she arrived home, another surprised disturbed her peace of mind. She found a strange wreath leaning against her front door. Pine leaves were tied together neatly with a black ribbon. Some rare black orchids that decorated the wreath made it seem even more bizarre. She suddenly felt scared. She hesitated to pick up the wreath. Who was it from? What did it mean? She looked around her to see whether anyone was watching her, but there was no one in sight. Her heart was pounding like a her hammer in her chest and her hands were sweating. She finally picked the wreath up nervously, hoping that it was address to someone else. However, there was no card with a name on it and no message. She took out her keys from her bag and opened he door. Then suddenly she stopped.
“What if someone is waiting for me inside?”
She pushed the door wide open so that it hit the wall. When she heard, the door slam against the wall, she was relieved. There was no one behind the door. She found the light switch to the living room and turned it on. She peeped into her living room, scanning every corner. She didn’t close the front door immediately. Instead, she went to check behind the sofa and other places where someone might be hiding. When she was sure that the house was safe, she closed the front door.
She sat on the sofa and examined the strange wreath that she had put on the table.
“What is this scary looking wreath? Who is teasing me?
After an hour of puzzlement, she got tired of her own guessing game and turned off the light and went into her bedroom. She woke to the sound of her bedroom door being locked. She realized that she was not alone. As she turned to get out of bed, two enormous hands closed around her neck.
“NO!!!” she screamed …and woke up, opened her eyes and found she was on her own, safe in her own bed.
“Ooof!” Thank goodness, it was just a dream,” she said to herself: the wreath, the bedroom door, those terrible hands…all of part of her dream.
She looked at the alarm clock on the table next to her bed and saw it was 6.30 a.m.. Time to get up. She got up and walked slowly to the kitchen. As she crossed her living room, she saw the wreath lying on the table in the exact position where she had left in her dream. Before she could make a sound, the hand were already closing tightly around her throat….
Question
How do you feel about the story? Try write about Miss Tika (character) and why she is dealing with the wreath? How do you think the story ends?
This is title of story critique “The Wreath” written by Christine Manara.
I hope, if you read this post you can give your comment by answer that I give below.
And thanks of your kindness, give the comment of this story.
Story begins….
Ms. Tika’s mind was still fixed on the unpleasant incidents that had happened that day: breaking up with Harun after he had accused her of being unfaithful, finding out that her boss was involved in money laundering and deciding to quit her job immediately.
She walked aimlessly hoping for a good rest to clear her mind. But when she arrived home, another surprised disturbed her peace of mind. She found a strange wreath leaning against her front door. Pine leaves were tied together neatly with a black ribbon. Some rare black orchids that decorated the wreath made it seem even more bizarre. She suddenly felt scared. She hesitated to pick up the wreath. Who was it from? What did it mean? She looked around her to see whether anyone was watching her, but there was no one in sight. Her heart was pounding like a her hammer in her chest and her hands were sweating. She finally picked the wreath up nervously, hoping that it was address to someone else. However, there was no card with a name on it and no message. She took out her keys from her bag and opened he door. Then suddenly she stopped.
“What if someone is waiting for me inside?”
She pushed the door wide open so that it hit the wall. When she heard, the door slam against the wall, she was relieved. There was no one behind the door. She found the light switch to the living room and turned it on. She peeped into her living room, scanning every corner. She didn’t close the front door immediately. Instead, she went to check behind the sofa and other places where someone might be hiding. When she was sure that the house was safe, she closed the front door.
She sat on the sofa and examined the strange wreath that she had put on the table.
“What is this scary looking wreath? Who is teasing me?
After an hour of puzzlement, she got tired of her own guessing game and turned off the light and went into her bedroom. She woke to the sound of her bedroom door being locked. She realized that she was not alone. As she turned to get out of bed, two enormous hands closed around her neck.
“NO!!!” she screamed …and woke up, opened her eyes and found she was on her own, safe in her own bed.
“Ooof!” Thank goodness, it was just a dream,” she said to herself: the wreath, the bedroom door, those terrible hands…all of part of her dream.
She looked at the alarm clock on the table next to her bed and saw it was 6.30 a.m.. Time to get up. She got up and walked slowly to the kitchen. As she crossed her living room, she saw the wreath lying on the table in the exact position where she had left in her dream. Before she could make a sound, the hand were already closing tightly around her throat….
Question
How do you feel about the story? Try write about Miss Tika (character) and why she is dealing with the wreath? How do you think the story ends?
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