Task 39

A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary For Lovers by Xiaolu Guo:
This text was incredibly hilarious. I absolutely loved the way the writer made the characters personal mistakes really quite amusing. I also liked the way the writer added deliberate spelling mistakes, to really show that the characters first language is not English. I think this is a perfect way to start a story because it instantly catches the reader’s attention and makes them want to read more. I thought that it used the show and not tell technique incredibly well! Another technique used was to give less description but to keep it short, sophisticated and funny. The author also kept it to the point which didn’t make the story drag on. The writer didn’t keep suspense but it did keep me interested in a way that I wanted to know more about the character. I loved this excerpt it kept me entertained through-out!!! It was marvellously funny!

The Beginning
You start the competition by speedily swimming through the blood stream, competing with the millions of contenders. If victorious, you will win yourself life. You are in the lead. Life is in sight. A few more strokes and you will make it, you will win yourself life. You have to do it; you’ve made it so far, if you give up now, you will be losing a chance of existence. You have to make it to that finish line. You have been given this chance, don’t lose it.
You cross the finish line. Victory. Out four hundred million, you made it, you came out triumphant. That is an achievement in its self. In return you will be given the gift of life. You l find yourself in a luxurious hotel called the womb. You have found what is to be your home. This is where you are to eat, grow and become a human; this will be where you will stay for 9 months. But this is only the beginning, who knows where life will take you…

The End
You’re looking straight at death. Your eyes are pinned on death. You are looking at a pistol, a pistol aimed to eradicate you. You are standing completely motionless in this lonesome London night as if your feet were nailed down to the ground. In your heavy mind, you are constantly going over how you are going to be shot, “will they aim to my head and detonate my brain or will they cut corners and aim for my heart and snatch my existence.” Yet your heart feels fear, it’s pumping faster and faster, you begin to go tenser and tenser. Your eyes deep blue portrays an immense amount of panic. You never thought this is how you were to die.

The vile crook asks the same question you’ve heard 10 times in the longest 10 minutes of your life, “Give me your money, NOW, or I’ll blow up your brains.” You hesitantly take out your phone and place it on his grim, grubby hands. But that doesn’t seem enough, because now he’s declaring with his strong cockney drawl “Is that it!!! Is that all you have got to give! Well it’s not good enough.”

He smiles, Showing his crooked yellow teeth. You know what’s about to happen. He pulls the trigger. You fall to the ground. Everything starts to become unclear. You begin to feel weak as if life was being seized from you, as if life was a meaningless substance and it was being strained away. You see a hundred eyes, all fascinated by you. You stay sprawled on this cold damp concrete. Your heart feels nothing anymore; it’s pumping slower and slower. Your eyes deep blue but are now portraying an immense amount of pain and misery. Everything becomes black. You feel nothing anymore. You can only hear a distort sound of speaking; the sound of cars, you can hear sirens and most of all you hear the echoing BANG of the shot.
Your Sight turns from black to white to red to white and back to black….
All your senses have faded: Absolutely vanished.
You are dead.
This is where life took you. This is the end.