1. Add audio of you reading your short story / flash fiction

After finishing the Self-Portrait unit, we were introduced to the Narrative unit in English! In order to be prepared, we read tons upon tons of stories, analyzing their qualties. These qualties ranged from their great word choice, to relatable characters, to a very well connected story. From there we spent time watching professional animations, albeit only ones that were a few minutes long, but detailed stories effectively and deeply engaged the watcher.

Once we spent all this time gathering resources, we were sent out to write our stories and through many peer reviews, I finally reached my final product for my flash fiction. To enhance our stories, we created screenplays of our flash fictions. For those who don't know, a screen play is a write up of the story that gives basic details like time, place, actions of characters, and the things they say. In stead of narration of each scene, dialogue was the driving force to tell the story.

Finally, after completing both the Flash Fiction and the Screenplay, we turned our stories into real life. Well, maybe not REAL life, but comic life! We spent several weeks discovering the hidden art of graphic novels, especially through reading a book titled Persepolis. The assignmnet was to create a Graphic Novel, using our own personal drawing skills and the story from our Flash Fiction!

While this all was a lot of work, almost over whelming at times, the final rest was very worth it! Being able to see a story from three different perspectives shows you how many mediums a single story can be seen from, and how all of these have their own individual touch to it! Seeing all these different perspectives helped to give me a much stronger idea of what I was making! Below is my Flash Fiction write up, I hope you spend the time to read it through to see how it changed through the different steps of the process!

The Shroud

The investigator, James, drove through the night, his old, black convertible blended into the twilight. His skin covered in goose bumps, his feeble body weak to the cold exterior. He stared at his dashboard, the picture his girlfriend staring him down, he needed to end it. Even today, he still felt remorse about her death, he could’ve saved her, he should’ve saved her, but it was too late now. He drove down the pitch black alleyway, covering his car to shroud himself. James walked up to the back door and attempted to pick it open. The handle was rusted a brick red, and each turn gave a loud screech, breaking his shroud. Nevertheless, he snapped the grip of it and swooshed the door open, the hot air rushed out and stung his face due t o the cold gust outside.

He tip-toed through the doorway and the door shut close, creating an echoing thud throughout the building. He scavenged around the small displays, all holding memories of others he once knew. A shadowy figure skittered through the night, gliding across the floor as if a master of the night, using each and every shadow to their advantage.

James cautiously followed it to front entrance, knowing his case was near its end. The figure was gone, but he still heard the footsteps jumping from one wall to the other, and he finally knew he was trapped. The figure fell to the floor, James thought it was his finale, and all he could think about was all the regrets he had, especially his old relationship.

The mysterious person spoke with a feminine tone. He recognized the voice, but wasn’t certain who, and then it hit him, it was her. She, the one he should’ve saved. But then it hit him, she had turned to the dark, the evil he tried so hard to prevent. As she came closer and closer, he pulled his dull shiv out of his back pocket and clenched it, his hands shaking unscrupulously. The two of them, their relationship, lost to the darkness.