In this blog post, I will compose a present scene with dialogue and symbolism about having a fire outback of my house with friends. I will use Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) as an example of how to compose my scene. I will also use my background as a writer to compose my scene.
I sit on my basement couch excitedly as I wait for my friends to get here for a fire outback of my house for my birthday. All I’m thinking about is getting to be together just hanging out like old times. It’s hard to round up all the guys these days just simply because we are all getting older with more responsibilities and being away at college so only a few are coming but I’m okay with that. They get here one by one, each coming in my back door. “Jim, it’s only eight o’clock, I think we should wait a little longer to have the fire.” Nolan says. “I agree with Nol, hand me my forty.” Kyle says. Kyle took a sip of the 40 oz malt liquor and yells “This tastes like shit!” Then he puts it down. “I know it does Kyle but it’s cheap and gets the job done.” I reply. “So boys what did you do today before coming here?’’ Andrew asks. The rest of us reply simultaneously, “Work.” We drink the rest of what’s in our bottles and head towards the door. We exit the house and walk about thirty feet farther to the fire pit. I start the fire by lighting a duraflame log which went up in flames fairly quick and I put some birch wood on top to keep the flame going. “It’s already nine-thirty!” Andrew yells. “I know it’s crazy how time flies when you’re with your closest friends.” I reply and the fire starts to burn ferociously. “Some friends you guys are.” Nolan says smuggly. The fire dims. The rest of us look at each other and all turn to Nolan. I didn’t know how to respond to his smug remark but Kyle breaks the tension. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I live thirty minutes away and you guys hardly come up to see me!” Nolan yells with anger as a piece of wood made a popping sound in the very dim fire. “Nolan we’re all on our own wave now and sorry it’s not our first priority to drive up to valley forge every weekend.” He looks at me in an understanding way and the fire starts to flare up again. “I just wish we could go back to when we had our house down the shore.” Nolan says sadly. “I know bro we all do, and that’s why we gotta enjoy this moment here and not waste it away with arguing.” Andrew says in a soothing voice. The fire was raging and the tip of the flame was reaching above our heads. I crack open another forty and Kyle says “Aye! It’s twelve o’five Jim. Happy Birthday!” The rest of the guys wish me happy birthday too and I reply “Thanks guys, glad it was with all of you.” The fires blaze got to its highest point.
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andrew Moskowitz
9/24/2018 03:49:57 pm
Great use of sensory details. But it was a great and interesting night. Happy birthday my guy
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Qaadir.M
9/24/2018 07:30:45 pm
I could feel the excitement through the text as the boys showed up one by one. It sounded like it was a hype night with some realism! This was a great read and I hope the B'day was great too!
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Sabatino
9/25/2018 07:39:05 am
I agree with Andrew and Qaddir that this post provides sensory details and dialogue to bring this scene to life. I also appreciate the use of dialogue to characterize the people in this story.
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Taylor Kriebel
9/25/2018 09:37:41 am
This makes me miss my friends wtf... I felt like I was in the scene, great writing. That picture is tough too
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