No outside reference book other than the given reference book i give above.
the first attached file is the assignment it self and second attached file is the sample, you can reference it and the third file is also sample for this project that is made before for the whole 7 characters I give you this time you need to choose only 4 characters from the given.
Reference book, The Norton Anthology world literature: volume 2 shorter third edition. No outside reference book other than the given reference book i give above The characters have to be among these seven characters; choose 4 characters from the following seven characters below. 1. Wu chengen (page 120) 2. Sor juana ines de la cruz (page 68) 3. Voltaire (page 97) 4. Candide (page 103) 5. James Baldwin (page 1493) 6. Albert camus (page 1509) 7. Rainer maria rilke (page 1378) Creative Paper Criteria Objective: To demonstrate an intimate, critical understanding of authors and their texts as well as to argue a specific issue through the mouthpieces of others, with your “mouthpiece” (point of view) being predominant. And to do this all in a “creative story.” Writing Assignment: You will create a setting and use authors, historical figures, and/or characters from the “texts” you have read this semester in this class. In literature we say “texts” as a general term. That can mean short stories, longer works, poems, and essays. Think carefully about what “topic” will take place; this should help you make your list. Choose people (or characters) that will make the discourse interesting, lively, and—most importantly—thought–provoking. Don’t worry about anachronisms; for example, you can have Voltaire meet Allende even though it’s centuries later. You may want to choose Akhmatova, let’s say, if feminist rights were to be the focus of your “topic.” If you discuss something about depression then Kafka and Rolf (from Allende’s story) may be other suitable people to choose. The choices are limitless . . . Be clever! Be creative! (Allende is not assigned until after the paper is due, but she is amazing; if you want to read ahead, you can choose to include her or the people she writes about. Her short "story" is beyond tragic, based on a real event of a young girl who is trapped in mud. Isabel Allende-- pages 1734 - 1742) Requirements: *YOU are the focus of this paper and you want to educate your reader about your “topic”; thus, the essay must be written in first person (“I”). You can change who you are, but keep it close to reality. (For example, you can be a future version of yourself--a biologist, professor, scientist, etc.) *Choose no fewer than four and no more than six guests. CANNOT use Douglass, Ichiyo and Ghalib as one of your four main ones again. You can add them as one of the two extras if you want to go to six. Some may have small roles. They need to be from four different texts minimum. *Set up the context of the “topic.” Where is it happening? Why are these “people” there? Is it a meet-up group? A therapy session? A party? A walk in the park? *Think critically about the surroundings. There should be symbolic reasons for the choice of place; it should relate to the topic at hand. Other Requirements: *Very important** The lengthier part of the “essay” needs to deal with a specific issue, theme, or concept—research is optional. Use what you need. The topic may be philosophical in nature (life, death, morality, religion, happiness etc.!) or a concrete topic (racism, voting, rights, climate, masks, etc.!) Cite your textbook, and if you use any outside information—you must CITE it. Length of topic—around 60% approximately of your paper’s length needs to be focused on the “topic.” The “I” narrator should represent your real feelings and your point of view should ultimately be the strongest position of the “topic” for your essay to be successful. By page two or so of the essay, the focus of the “topic” needs to be clear. Creative License and Limitations: *Student sample paper does the following really well-- *Cannot change the character’s personality *Need to stay within the page limitations 5-7 pages double spaced ("a bit"--50 words-- over is fine, not more) (1,250 -1,750 words) use 12-point font. ADA recommends Calibri or Arial (avoid Times New Roman, not ADA accessible). QUOTES included in Word Count, so make them count. *Need to use proper grammar. *Use language appropriate for the character. You can use slang and colloquialisms ONLY when using dialogue. The prose portion needs to be very formal. Think about the rhetoric behind your choices—don’t write anything “just because”; KNOW why you’re using a certain image, symbol, allusion, or word choice. *Use COLORFUL, sensory, unique language and descriptions. Invent fresh similes and metaphors. Play with language. Have fun. Be creative. *Approximately 5-7 pages. For workshop credit, needs to complete with a Works Cited page *This “essay”—if prepared with savvy critical thinking—should allow you to be creative while expressing a particular view on an issue that you may be passionate about. Required Sources: Quotes from all the original stories, poems, and/or essays. All the works listed from your textbook. There will be five minimum. Four—one for each person/character and one for Puchner for biographical and contextual information. Rubric Checklist: · There needs to be quotes from the original works, from four different stories, works, etc.Use in-text/parenthetical citations. That’s how I will distinguish between made up dialogue and when you are using the original works. · If you want to use your made up dialogue and real sources do it like this—Here’s an example from the student sample paper “I once had a nightmare, or better yet, lived a nightmare where I woke up as a roach. Could you imagine that? I kept trying to give myself hope by saying ‘what if I went back to sleep for a while, and forgot about all this nonsense?’ but that never happened” (Kafka 1205). The single quote is the original quote and the double quote is the made up dialogue. · Four to six characters from different works · Clear “topic” mentioned by end of page two (latest) · Clean grammar, syntax · Correct MLA—including in-text citations as well as Works Cited page · Uses all required sources—Five minimum Microsoft Word - Sample Student Essay. Brian.V..docx Brian V. Professor Robeson English 204 26 November 2017 The Road I Took “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference” (Frost). I thought about these words as I took step after step. My road has made a difference, but not the kind I prayed for. In fact, the road I’ve chosen has made matters worse for me. I feel even more lost then ever in “[this] wild and mighty and unfriendly forest” that I remember Dante was all too familiar with (Alighieri 3). By myself, I walk through this forest at night. Dusk is still a long way off and only moonlight gleams through the thick canopy, sucking the life out of the wilderness with its silvery hue. What sends shivers down my spine is the utter silence here. Only the quiet sneaky whispers of a night breeze waltz its way into my ears. They’re tricky; I’ll give you that. One gentle gust of wind prompts me to rest by a leafless magnolia tree in a little clearing. All I can remember is the world around me slowly fading away as my eyes closed to the primordial darkness shared by all humans past and present. A single voice breaks the gentle silence, “We cannot go to sleep [here],” (Blake 95). I jolt awake to an ethereal image of an old bard. He speaks again, “To sleep here is to remain trapped here in this vale eternally. There’s many dangers unique in this particular forest.” Meekly, I ask, “Who are you?” Quickly he replies, “‘I have no name.’ Not in this state. But in a previous life, I was known as William Blake, the engraver and poet” (Blake 96). “Why are you here?” I ask as I recover my bearings. I see behind him are two other people: two men and a woman dressed very elegantly. “I [sleep] in the dark, in the silent night. And when night comes, [I] go to places fit for woe, walking along the darken’d valley with silent Melancholy,” (Blake 68, 131). He takes my arm and lifts me off the tree. “You’ve entered the Barren Vale, home to the Forest of Melancholy. Why are you here Little Lamb?” Naturally, it takes me moment to respond. After a few seconds, air finally returns to my lungs, “I got lost wandering through here. I remember coming to a fork in the road and rather than going with the safe choice, I decided to go down the other path. What could I lose? I said to myself. Better than turning around and going back. I can’t go back. Nothing, but misery if I go back. Life is utterly unhappy and filled with misery. I’m not a religious man, but I know it’s because God has abandoned us. Nobody said it better than Robert Frost, ‘I turned to speak to God, about the world’s despair; but to make bad matters worse, I found God wasn’t there’ (Frost). So why not? Why not just wander through this forest and completely lose myself in it?” A smile breaks the confused look on Blake’s face when he says, “There is always happiness in this world; you simply have forgotten where to look. As for this forest, you’ve picked the worst forest to lose yourself in. There are many other lost souls like yours who are also trapped in this vale, but there are some special souls whose existence is deeply intertwined with this valley. I am one of those very special souls. Come, I’ll take you to another such spirit. Combined together, we may yet find your way out.” Walking through this forest now with this small laconic group, one of the two men approaches me, “You said that there is no happiness in this world. I think I can share that sentiment. Please, call me Gregor Samsa.” After a small exchange of handshakes and how do you do’s, he continues, “although, rather than God abandoning us, I think we did this to ourselves. Some of us slave away and spend our entire lives trying to do our duty and support our ungrateful families. We hardly have the time or the energy to pursue what we like to do.” I nod my head. Taking a moment to admire the forest around us, he returns to his thought, “I once had a nightmare, or better yet, lived a nightmare where I woke up as a roach. Could you imagine that? I kept trying to give myself hope by saying ‘what if I went back to sleep for a while, and forgot about all this nonsense?’ but that never happened (Kafka 1205). No, I lived that nightmare for months, in fear as a cockroach, hated by my family. Finally, after a small altercation where I was hit with an apple that lodge itself in my abdomen, did I finally escape. One the world around faded away, I found myself wandering these same forests for a long time. This place has made me think; which was worse? My life as a slave to my family before or my lonely life as a cockroach?” Blake stops walking, turns to us and says, “Are any of you hungry? We can rest for a moment.” We all agree and we rest in small rose patch. Blake picks one off the ground and examines the delicate little flower. Gregor passes out some small provisions: an apple, some wild berries—they tasted like grapes to me—and a piece of bread to each of us. The woman and the other man sit nearby introduce themselves to me. The woman’s name is Virginia Woolf and the man was a senator from some country in South America—I’d forgotten which. His name was Onesimo Sanchez. They said that they had overheard Gregor and I talking earlier and would like to contribute to the conversation. Sanchez goes first, “To me, all the misery in life comes from love. Or rather the lack of it. ‘No one loves us,’ (Marquez 1657). Love is deceitful. It makes you want it, crave it. At first, I thought ambition would be the death of me. You see, I knew I was a dead man. I don’t mean that in the traditional sense, I was foretold I would die early, but that didn’t deter me from going on my campaign. Instead, a young woman killed my heart. She was the only comfort I had, more than I ever got from my wife and children. I wanted that warmth, needed that comfort because I ‘remember that whether it’s you or someone else, it won’t be long before you’ll be dead and it won’t be long before your name