Distillation

Assuming a negative tone in the excerpt, the narrator incorporates shifts in point of view, uses smart diction and thoughtful syntax. The narrator changes point of view from first person to second person, uses words like Gentelfolks, intellectual, and victual to add a sense of intellectualness, and lists to make it sound like the narrator is even more annoyed. The narrator portrays the people in a negative way in order to prove his point of shifting from boredom to evilness. This excerpt shows how intellectual people choose evil as a result of boredom and how this isn’t right, how you should be lucky to have something for your mind or hands to be doing.  

200 word sentence

200 words, 200 words, 200 words... I just kept repeating this to myself over and over again because I don't know how I'm supposed to come up with 200 words, while my brain is screaming at me, "get your shit together," and while I am still screaming at myself , "get your shit together," and while what seems like everyone else is screaming at me, "GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER," because I can't even think straight anymore; between homework, and actual school work, and going to the gym, and shooting 6 days a week for 3 hours every day, and trying to get enough sleep, plus I have to shower, and eat and get ready and babysit, and walk my dog, then I have to get yelled at again to get my shit together; I don't know for sure, dear reader, but if you were me, I'm pretty sure you would have lost it by now, it is a miracle I haven't and frankly I have no clue how I manage it; maybe it's archery that keeps me sane or having time to sleep, when no one is yelling at me, whatever it is I'll just be happy it's there and be grateful that I'm still sane; that's what we're supposed to do, keep your shit together when it seems impossible and have no one fell your pain; WRONG, you’re supposed to let it out, which is exactly what I'm not doing.

Angry Letter

Dear vexatious parents,
I wouldn't even know where to begin with this letter. I feel as though we have been fighting and feuding for most of my life. But, none the less, I am upset about one thing in particular, the fact that you give me so many responsibilities, and think that I am so much more mature than I actually am, but then again I also get babied. It's whatever works best for you really. What about me? What about how I feel? Does that even matter? I mean I know that I'm the child which means the parents are always right, but still, can't the child be right once in a while? You tell me I need to start thinking about my future. That I need to get serious and get a job, that I need to manage my expenses. I don't even have any expenses. You made me this spreadsheet of everything I'll need to buy in the next eight years. How do you know what's gonna happen? I don't even know what's gonna happen tomorrow, and it's my life. How could you possibly know what's gonna happen in my life in eight years, if you aren't living it? Then there's the fact that you trust me with all that and even got me a debit card, but you won't let me buy anything without asking you. Why do I even have this plastic thing if I can't use it without your permission. What kind of sense does that make? You don't even know what it's like to be me. How could you? But I'm just fed up with all of this nonsense. Sometimes I just want to scream at you, "Pull it together people. Don't you see how I can't deal with all of this?" ️️But of course I don't because I am a good child. Although you wouldn't say that most of the time. Pick one or the other, maturity or babying me. So? Which will it be???
                                                                                Love Sometimes,
                                                                                          Your fed up daughter

Apostrophe

How could I ever be so stupid to think he might actually like me. ME of all people. Now I've screwed up our chances of being together and our friendship. The one person i could tell anything to. How did this happen? Why did this happen to me? It's not like you could ever feel this way anyway. Your just someone in my mind who isn't even real. Ugh, how could I ever think it would have worked anyway. Now listen to me, I'm talking to myself.

Synecdoche/ Metonymy

The suits walked into Time. The building was light and air. Very modern. There were screens everywhere, showing different cover photos from the past issues. Some were of old bones, others of breathtaking pictures of the mountains. Some even of exotic fish. All of the suits walked toward the elevators and went their separate ways. At the end of the day they walked back out the same door they had come in that morning.

What does the future hold?

To whoever may be in the future,
I now am in the struggle of a lifetime, I feel torn about everything. I don't know where to go or who to turn to. There are some times of happiness in my time of despair but it's still not enough. I hope that by the time you receive this everything has worked itself out and there is no more despair but until that point just remember It will all be O.K. in the end. Mom and Dad have turned against me, at least that's how it feels, which mean they've turned against you too, but maybe that has changed by the time you get this. It feels like I can never do anything right, and when I try it just gets ten times worse. Is it still like that? How could I possibly know if it is. Its like when you look to the horizon to see when the storm clouds stop but it looks like they will just keep coming, with no end even visible. It's a terrible feeling. John and I aren't getting along either. It's all about him nowadays, and even though I am struggling with EVERYTHING, no one seems to care because he is losing his job which makes it 10 times more important. I understand that but sometimes it would be nice to have Mom and Dad see how much I'm struggling and ease up on me. It's the same thing at archery. I don't work well under pressure, has that changed yet? I hope it has because where you're going (or where I'm going and you'll end up) there is so much more pressure put on you everyday for everything you do. Coach David seems to think that I can handle all of this stress after everything that has been going on at home, and I try to be brave and suck it up, so no one knows, but it's getting harder and harder to keep in. I've started to question whether or not I've made the right decision. Have I? Have I made the right decision? You are the only one who truly knows, but I guess there isn't anything anyone can do about it, unless there is better technology, and someone has made a time machine. In that case if I have made a bad decision, please go back and tell me, It will help you too you know. The only times I'm truly happy are when I am with my second family. I know what you must be thinking. What? You already have two families. How can you possibly have another family? But you already know the answer because I know the answer. The answer is my archery family. All of the people who support me and make me happy. But as soon as I step out of that old factory building, into the street, and then into the car to go home it just disappears, like it never happened, until at 3:00 I go back the next day. Mondays are the hardest because I don't get that happiness from them. But then it comes right back on Tuesday and doesn't stop until next Monday. You already know all of this, but as bad as everything is I keep on pushing through because I know somewhere deep down that everything will get better. Has it gotten better yet? If it hasn't just remember it always gets better in the end. If not forever then just look forward to those little bits of happiness you get in the never ending times of despair.
                                                                                   From,
                                                                                       the person you used to be


I sealed the envelope feeling better for a little while because I had put down everything I needed to to feel like I had said everything for that moment. On the envelope I wrote, to be opened in 5 years, when everything has hopefully gotten better. I stood up from my desk and went to the closet in the corner of my room. I opened the door and found the shoebox on the top shelf. I took it down, opened the lid and put the envelope inside. What does the future hold? I guess we'll never know until we get there.