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Imagine yourself as the narrator of the story. Write paragraphs to continue the story by using both of the plot developing techniques: Twist-in-the-tale and flashback.
Just then, I walked into an unfamiliar room and saw an old dresser with deep drawers, in the corner. I pulled out the first drawer, nearly choking when my tugging released a cloud of anicent dust into the air. I got it out. It was filled with piles of knick-knacks. It certainly does not take a lifetime to accumulate so many unwanted things, I thought.
All the items are covered with a thick jacket of dust, it seemed like no one had touch them for a long while. I spotted a crystal shaped like a star. I gently brushed a facet of the pale yellow crystal, removing the thick layer of dust, emitting a luminous bright light, which glared my eyes. The crystal rested on my palms and my fingers wrapped around it perfectly. I felt a connection with this particular crystal, strange yet comfortable. Somehow, this crystal feels so familiar, so comfortable, like I have held it before. But how is that possible, when I have never been to this place before and this crystal have not been touched by a long time?
Then, it hit me. This crystal was given by her when I was young. The Angel, was what I named her. In my memories, I could only see the blurred image of her. I could not make out the details of her. However, I remember something about her vividly. The last memory I had of her. She said to me, "In my eyes, you're the brightest star, you will achieve great things in life. Follow your path of destiny and never give up. Just know that I will be with you through thick and thin, my love. As long as the skies are blue, the fields are green, I will see you once again. This crystal is in remembrance of me. Don't forget about the good times we had and the memories we created. Just remember that wherever I may be, no matter how far I am, you will be in my heart. Forever. Goodbye, my little one." I watched her walked away, watched her walked out of my life.
Imagine yourself as the narrator of the story. Write paragraphs to continue the story by using both of the plot developing techniques: Twist-in-the-tale and flashback.
Just then, I walked into an unfamiliar room and saw an old dresser with deep drawers, in the corner. I pulled out the first drawer, nearly choking when my tugging released a cloud of anicent dust into the air. I got it out. It was filled with piles of knick-knacks. It certainly does not take a lifetime to accumulate so many unwanted things, I thought.
All the items are covered with a thick jacket of dust, it seemed like no one had touch them for a long while. I spotted a crystal shaped like a star. I gently brushed a facet of the pale yellow crystal, removing the thick layer of dust, emitting a luminous bright light, which glared my eyes. The crystal rested on my palms and my fingers wrapped around it perfectly. I felt a connection with this particular crystal, strange yet comfortable. Somehow, this crystal feels so familiar, so comfortable, like I have held it before. But how is that possible, when I have never been to this place before and this crystal have not been touched by a long time?
Then, it hit me. This crystal was given by her when I was young. The Angel, was what I named her. In my memories, I could only see the blurred image of her. I could not make out the details of her. However, I remember something about her vividly. The last memory I had of her. She said to me, "In my eyes, you're the brightest star, you will achieve great things in life. Follow your path of destiny and never give up. Just know that I will be with you through thick and thin, my love. As long as the skies are blue, the fields are green, I will see you once again. This crystal is in remembrance of me. Don't forget about the good times we had and the memories we created. Just remember that wherever I may be, no matter how far I am, you will be in my heart. Forever. Goodbye, my little one." I watched her walked away, watched her walked out of my life.