The author my group and I chose for our writing seminar is Khaled Hosseini. We all were inspired by him when reading his novels and we decided to share that inspiration with our classmates. To view our presentation, click here.
MY EMULATION(S) FROM MY WRITING SEMINAR:
- This following emulation was inspired by an excerpt pulled from A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini on page 329.
my mother, she left me.
my father, he was embarrassed by me.
my husband, he beat me.
i was told that i was never meant to be born,
that i was a mistake God had made.
i was told that i was never meant to be loved,
that i was a girl with no future.
and now, as i lay here
waiting for my last heart beat to come,
i realize the words that were fed to me,
the words i have swallowed,
the words i believed that were true.
these words are nothing but lies.
i have been loved,
i have had a companion by my side through the darkest days.
i have shared my wisdom with my children.
and now, as i lay here,
listening to my slow heart beat,
i remind myself that i am leaving this world
as a friend.
i am leaving this world
and i will be missed.
2. This following emulation was inspired by an excerpt pulled from The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini on page 1.
i was young and naive, i couldn’t differentiate significance from insignificance.
i never knew it would come back and haunt me for the last twenty-six years.
it was that one moment,
that one moment that changed my life forever.
all my decisions are based off of that one moment,
that one moment changed me forever.
MY EMULATION(S) FROM MY CLASSMATES WRITING SEMINARS:
- This following emulation was inspired by an excerpt pulled from The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls on page 164.
We fought a lot at first. Not because we wanted to, but because we had our differences. Maybe it was because we were two completely different people; maybe it was because we started to learn more about one another: maybe it was because he made so many wrong assumptions about me and I believed he lived a dangerous past. Whatever the reason, it seemed that just we just cared so much for one another.
2. This following emulation was inspired by an excerpt pulled from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith on page 1.
A block before she got to their house, her eyes were tearing up by the thought of her arrival. It was the kind of feeling you’d get when you know something bad is bound to happen. The house, it had blood smeared on the walls the last time I was there. There was blood stained on the furniture. The smell of metal lingers throughout the house, it must be from the blood that is never cleaned up. The steps at the front door has a small child’s foot that is rotting and there are flies surrounding it.
3. This following emulation was inspired by an excerpt pulled from Artemis by Clark Ashton Smith.
In the green and flowerless garden is where I lay
dreaming about when life meant something to me.
Beneath the starless sky is where I lay
dreaming about when I was a believer.
In the dark, rotting cemetary is where I lay
dreaming about when I was loved.
Beneath the vibrant spring trees that bear no spring blossom is where I lay
dreaming about when it wasn’t too late to kiss those soft tender lips.
4. This following emulation was inspired by an excerpt pulled from The Nightingale by Kristen Hannah.
A girl,
this is all I am.
A girl,
with no mother.
It hasn’t been long since mother left us.
It was so sudden,
so unexpected.
It happened right in front of my eyes.
I saw the pain in her eyes,
she was pleading God to take give her peace.
Her face, it was so sunken in.
Her hands, they were struggling to stay still.
Her body, it looked like one of an 80 year old woman though she was only 35.
The moment she passed on was the moment I became the adult of the house.
Dad had given up.
My shoulders weighed me down and
the tears never left.