For this week's blog post, I have read What is Creative Nonfiction? By Lee Gutkind, Making Scenes in Memoir by Lee Martin, and My Name is Margaret by Maya Angelou in order to understand and write a scene that shows a moment in my life. Below is a scene describing time well spent with my two dogs!
Sitting on a heather grey couch in my living room, I look down at my phone, swiping through my emails for the day. Moments pass by when suddenly I hear a little low-pitched growl and a wagging white tail in the corner of my eye. I look up and see my jack russell; Clark, pleading for me to give him attention with his big brown eyes. In a high-pitched voice I exclaim, “hi Clark!”. Immediately, he rolls over on his back, expecting me to pet him. I scratch his side up and down, watching his white hair fall to the side of the couch cushion. I hear the footsteps of my brother coming up from the basement and he calls, “Clark”. Clarks ears raise to the sound of his voice, and he excitedly jumps off of the grey couch, leaving the living room. To the right of me, I see my dog Ella laying at the end of the couch. I call for here, “puppy!” She doesn’t flinch, so I snap my fingers a few times, hoping she will react. Eventually, she turns her head and looks at me upside down, exposing her small crooked teeth. I begin to stroke her soft feather-like black and white hair, closing her eyes after each stroke. Wiggling her nose, she lifts up her head to sniff me, and then rolls back to her original position. In the distance, I can hear both my brother and mom vocalizing, almost giving me a headache because of its consistency. Over the vocalizing, the rain outside of the window behind me taps to a beat. I can feel the humidity of the air. Again, I look over and see an overly excited havanese staring at me, wagging her long white tail. As I move closer to her, she falls back to her side, and paws her arms at me. I tease her by pretending to pick her up by grabbing her sides. Instantly, she wiggles her head to the left of her body, attempting to bite my hand. Ella widens her mouth and I can smell her hot breath as she pants in my face. Breaking away from my grasp, she turns around and begins to quickly dig into the couch. Before I can say anything, she leaps off of the couch and sprints into my bedroom. I follow her, and find her laying on her stomach with her legs sprawled out like a frog. “What are you doing fluffy?” I question. In a silent response, Ella moves her head, biting the air and exposes her pink tongue. She inches towards me by crawling, jingling her name tag. Unfortunately, I begin to feel the vibration of my phone, alarming me at 5:30 p.m. that it is time to leave for work. I rub Ella’s small head, and begin to stand up. “Ella, I have to leave”, I tell her. I give her one last pat on her white back, and leave for work.
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Nymahlee Zoryeah
9/23/2018 07:22:22 pm
I loved your story about your dog
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Chrissie FackenthallI will use this blog to write and post weekly assignments for my English Composition I course at Delaware County Community College Archives
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