This paper presents five short creative writing pieces that demonstrate a range of literary forms and techniques. The collection includes two original poems — a free verse narrative about a biologist who suppresses his true passions, and a Shakespearean-style sonnet on the ephemeral nature of love — alongside two prose narrative monologues that reimagine perspectives from canonical works of American fiction. Jennie from Charlotte Perkins Gilman's "The Yellow Wallpaper" offers her sympathetic but limited view of her sister-in-law's decline, while "The Misfit" from Flannery O'Connor's "A Good Man Is Hard to Find" delivers a darkly comic self-justification. Together, the pieces showcase character voice, point of view, and the use of poetic form to convey theme.
He was born a normal, healthy boy, and he grew as little boys do,
with G.I. Joe dolls and plastic guns.
He seemed so normal through and through.
When he chose books over monkey bars, they thought him a little bit queer.
He didn't play sports like the others;
instead, he read all of Shakespeare.
Then they told him men did not write poems, but they loved working with numbers.
So he buried his inclinations and struggled with physics blunders.
The boy became a biologist — successful and smart, they all thought.
But in his heart he hated his life and the terrible lies he bought.
I feel so sorry for John's wife. Sometimes I just do not know what to think of their situation. On one hand, I understand that she is suffering from something dreadful and John is only trying to help her. On the other hand, I do not know how well John's prescription of isolation and rest is doing her. I only say this because I see a kind of pain and agony written all over her face. She is a new mother, and yet there is something totally detached about her.
When John first brought her to this old house, he had such high hopes — we all did. But as I keep an eye on her throughout the day, I have noticed that she has become more paranoid. She always acts as though she is hiding something whenever I come around her, but it is beyond me to discover what that is. John tells me to keep her from writing, should I ever catch her doing so. I have not caught her writing, but I wonder if it could truly be that harmful to her. Sometimes I think letting her express herself might give her some peace. It might also help take her mind off of the wallpaper.
She seems to have a strange obsession with the wallpaper in the bedroom upstairs. It is the most hideous color in the world, and I can certainly understand why she hates it. I have seen the places where she has torn it away and can make neither heads nor tails of her strange behavior. I also do not know why John simply does not replace the wallpaper. If it would help her, it seems like a good idea to me.
I have done everything John asks of me. I would love to see his wife get better, but I do not know what to do anymore. I even offered to sleep with her at night if it would make her feel better. She only dismissed my gesture with a strange look on her face. I am worried because I know that being here is not helping her, but John is a doctor and he knows best. Besides, I have no other ideas of how to help the poor little thing.
They say love is a many splendid thing,
but sometimes I have to disagree.
Love makes us sigh more often than it makes us sing,
or at least that is how it seems to me.
He loved her, then stopped loving her, you see,
or she loved him but her love flew away.
Too soon, love becomes the same old story —
a story of feelings that cannot stay.
"A formal poem argues love is fleeting"
"The Misfit justifies his violence with dark logic"
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