For school, I am writting a short story. It starts out in the present where an older lady is cleaning her attic and finds her diary. I then italizise and write whats in the diary, making up the majority of the story. At the end i switch to present time to wrap the story up. For the story I need to say what setting is in both time and place. My question is, is the setting where she finds the diary, or is it the setting of the diary?
2007-04-03
10:33:21
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here is an exert to get you an idea of what I mean
It is spring time and I am in the attic doing my annual spring cleaning. The weather outside is warm and fresh, but indoors the flat dull odor of stale air fills my nose. A dull thump echoes from downstairs where the grandchildren are playing, shaking loose a swirl of dust and dirt from the old bookshelf in the corner. As I examine the collection of ancient books from my childhood, one book in particular catches my eye. I gently pull it out, fingering the worn leather cover. “1940-1943” is clearly printed on the first page in faded black ink. In-between the thick cover is stored my adolescent memories and feelings, scrawled out in thin black ink. Gently, I pry open the pages. A particular section dated May 13 catches my eye and nostalgically I begin to read...
“Today has been an emotional roller coaster for me.
2007-04-03
10:35:40 ·
update #1
. A surprising and significant occurrence, as my emotions and attitude doesn’t vary from ‘sarcastic and cynical, with the occasional flight of fantasy’ very often. It is spring time, my thirteenth birthday. Not that I have changed nor grown up and thus have no clue of the mysterious ways of the world, I mean, how could a naïve little girl like me possibly understand the ways of the world? That’s what I am told at least when I witness the ever changing world and bother to ask ‘why’. I suppose however, dear diary that any future readers are by now confused and I suppose it would be prudent to start from the beginning of my short tale.
2007-04-03
10:36:13 ·
update #2
I woke up this morning in my usual contemplative mood. Woken in part by the birds gentle melodic chirping outside my window sill, and in part by my mom’s not so calm and clear cry of, “wake up, honey don’t be late for school!”; the usual bright and feel good start to any morning. I had hurriedly pulled on my dress; the same one that my brother had made for me in fact (sewing was a not-so-manly hobby of his). The soft fabric had cascaded down enveloping my skinny body in a mass of frills and lace.
2007-04-03
10:36:39 ·
update #3