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Tatiana Omari
English 510
Professor McDermott
10/31/2023
Module 7 Journal
Creative Work
Prologue:
It was just another languid morning with Azania laying across her queen-size Victorian-
style bed. When she saw him, he was tall, dark, and mysterious. Moving swiftly from room to
room knocking down everything in his path like a hurricane. Azania stepped on her clammy feet
on the cold marble floor. Slipping behind his lingering shadow, following the sweet scent of
morning dew and roses that she smelt every time he was near. Everyone told her about him, the
fathomless creature who lived in the alcove chained in the back of their rose garden. She thought
they we all crazy, there was no way that a person lived in a place that seemed to have been
chained for centuries, there was no way they were right about his existence. Is what she thought
as she hid behind the walls of her old house, hoping to get close enough to see if he was real, but
not so close that he would know that she was watching him. He stopped and stood in her kitchen,
panting, out of breath, in front of her ceiling high windows, peering out at the rose garden. The
light of the moon bounced off him like a natural illuminator outlining his features. Making them
look as if they were chiseled out by one of the Geefs brothers who made the devil himself
uncomfortably attractive.
"Haven't anyone told you not to explore unknown things" His baritone voice cracked the
silence making Azania jump back in shock.
Although, she shouldn’t have been. If he was the creature that the others said he was then
he probably heard her the moment her silk gown touched the floor. She stood speechless, she
couldn’t find the words of reasoning behind the excavation that took place earlier that day, the
excavation around what is presumed to be his home, but she morbidly wanted to see if the story
was true, if in fact the creatures she heard about her entire life actually existed. Although she
fantasized about seeing a glimpse of him, she never thought about him being so beautiful. Nor,
did she think of him having feelings upon the realization that his personal heirlooms had been
tampered with, his personal space had been invaded, that his boundaries where had been crossed.
Azania, use to joke about doing stuff like that saying “Only people in the movies would
mess with some foreign, forbidden entity” but here she was swallowing spit, as a way of keeping
herself from coughing, or breathing to loud. If this being was anything like the one’s from the
imagination of Anne Rice or Bram Stoker, the wrong move or word could have her at his mercy
hanging on to the hope of being changed into one of them. Instead, of being drained and
immortalized as another victim of that old countryside estate.
As a dreamer, stemming from ancestral lineage of magical women. She started pinching
herself. Maybe, she was stuck in another vivid dreamland and soon she’ll wake up to the fact that
it was another illusion. That she had psyched herself out so much about taking the necklace from
the hidden chest and now she was hallucinating what she saw in front of her.
“LEAVE, DON’T COME NEAR ME”! He barked solidifying her current reality, as she
unconsciously stepped closer and closer, entranced by the sight of him.
There was something about his presence, something that appealed to her nature. She
feared him, but she wanted to embrace him. Maybe it was her pain seeking nativity, that fueled
her empathy since childhood, the need to see the light in darkness, the protection intertwined in
danger, the good in the inherit evil, and the normality in the abnormal. It was the very thing that
her mother always warned her about saying “The stubborn spirit is going to get you into trouble
one day” Azania, no longer cared as she began stepping closer and closer.
“I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE” he hissed turning his face towards her. Eyes shifting from those that
scoured with anger to those that sparkled with child likeness. As he widened their slighted
corners revealing and amber like iris.
He eyed her in amazement, with the stolen necklace around her neck, she reminded him
of a time when he felt alive. Her full figure, long wavy hair, and high cheek bones, she stood
there as if she was painted by Botticelli himself. She looked like a Goddess, worthy of worship,
maybe she was his Persephone, his Ala, his Isis.
Whoever she was he wanted to feel her forever
and she wanted to do the same. As she touched his icy skin and submitted to his embrace in that
moment, with broken skin she felt herself changing, she felt them changing into one.
Words Choice Explanation
Dreamers
Fathomless
Excavation
Hurricane
Languid
These words stuck to me for two reasons, the first reason being the context surrounding the
words. In the story “The Days of Afrekete” by Asali Solomon words like dreamer, excavation,
and hurricane where used in a context to describe emotion or the messiness of a situation. I found
this technique to be very interesting as these words applied movement and description that went
beyond the actually meaning of those words.
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On the other hand, Languid and Fathomless aren’t typical words in my vocabulary and I wanted
to experiment with using both words in a descriptive way. Mainly, how the use of this word
would add to or minimize my tone. I really wanted to see what would come out of this mix of
words, how would I craft the story around them and utilize the technique I’ve studied in
Solomon’s work. I also felt that this was a unique mix of words that were a bit random. Overall,
it was a fun journey crafting this week’s creative work.
Attempted Tone/Voice
In this piece I was aiming for a mysterious tone. I wanted to focus on establishing the
scene, and characters, through the use of descriptive words, and notable mentions and avoid
saying things out right.
I also wanted to avoid leaning too much on dialogue to highlight the
character’s feelings or personality traits.
In my writing, I don’t believe I have a solid voice, or use of words, but this attempt is an example
of what I would like to achieve in my body of work. I would like to be more mindful of the
words that I use or when to draw on other resources to add to a scene or character-building
narrative. I believe that word choice is something that I definitely need to work on some more as
I establish my own voice as a writer.