Extra Credit Blog: Death Through An Unexpected Lens

Bizarre Take #6 - Death Through An Unexpected Lens




One foot after the after, I began running as fast as I possibly could. The wind rushed through my hair and ears, and a wave of panic washed over me as I got further and further away from that place. Whatever that was. Hell, you could call it. For years, I felt trapped and lonely, stuck in this endless eternity of poverty. I was trapped in the Valley of Ashes for all of my life; Will I ever be able to get out? That question was one I had kept on asking myself for days, months, even years now. My unfortunate husband had found out about my infidelity, although I myself think I did a good job with hiding it. How did these hard-headed fool not realize where I went every day for like 10 hours? I’d say that was suspicious on my part, but hey, whatever floats the boat. A’las, he found out, and now I'm on the loose. A mix of fear and panic kept hitting me as my mind ran through all the things Wilson would probably do to me. Shoot me? Maybe not. Send me away? Most likely.




As I kept running, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the end of the Valley of Ashes. This doomed place has been my home for almost forever, and I absolutely hate it. All my life, I have been trying to escape this place, and I’m determined to make it out.


Out of the side of my eye, I see lights flashing. Is that a car? Bright yellow, that's odd. Wait, is that getting closer? It comes zooming towards me, and in the blink of an eye, I feel myself being thrown across the ground, scraping my hands and knees. Pain swells up inside of me, and then everything goes dark. Pitch black. I feel myself…falling? I guess this is the end. I never made it out.

  • Fanfic writer,

  • Prisha

Comments

  1. Luan BerishajOctober 22, 2023 at 7:08 PM

    I liked how you took on Myrtle’s perspective, showing how she was so desperate to get out of the Valley of Ashes.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 22, 2023 at 7:43 PM

    Wow! Did she die?!?!??!

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  3. AnonymousOctober 22, 2023 at 7:46 PM

    I enjoyed reading this fan fic as it shows the thoughts of a minor character in the story, who usually doesn’t get much attention.

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  4. AnonymousOctober 23, 2023 at 6:22 AM

    I love how you portray Myrtle’s inner thinking and her desperation. It’s very realistic and overall very intriguing!

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  5. VandyaOctober 23, 2023 at 9:12 AM

    I love how descriptive this fan fiction is and how you used the perspective of Myrtle. It really captures her desperation to escape the Valley of Ashes.

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  6. Avee LambaOctober 23, 2023 at 10:42 AM

    I like how you took an existing scene and retold it from a new perspective. Also, you conveyed her internal monologue really well.

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  7. AnonymousOctober 24, 2023 at 12:41 PM

    This was such a creative way to write the fanfic, I loved the death POV it's impossible to know what happens afterwards, it leaves an open ending in a nice way :)

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