After the reading-time

After reading "The Phoenix" of Sylvia Townsend Warner we made a presentation to analise it, talking about its author, characters and the characteristics of the story itself.

Story

To finish with our topic about the Stories we were asked to make our own narration. We invented a setting, characters, the plot and extras to place them afterwards in a pretty story.

Where they angels?

   I woke up immediately, my body was trembling and my hands were sweaty. I was dreaming about them again, it was the fourth time this week, and it was getting stranger.

   We can say I'm practically a normal person, calm, not too warried about problems... Or at least I was until that day.

   My parents were finally getting divorced and I was in my room trying not to cry. The door was locked while the fresh air entered through the window shaking the white curtains, the lights were off and the silence was annoying. Everything looked very gloomy and that didn't help me at all.
   Many times I asked myself how the feeling of lonelyness felt. I was lucky, I didn't know it. My family and friends had always been there. But then it happened, the most weird thing happened. Two bright shapes appeared in my room , I watched seriously, trying to get to know what it was. They seemed to be... girls. Yes, two girls that were kindly staring at me, hiding some kind of compassion in their eyes
   -Who are you?- I couln't avoid asking
   -Moonlight
   -ShootingStar
   My heart started beating faster and faster, their voices were soft, cute, eventhough they gave me shivers. They smiled and looked at the door, some seconds later, my mother was calling me.
   -Tyler!- I opened it
   -Boy, come here!- my eyes opened with surprise -Dinner's ready!
   <<Was my father really here?>> Yes, he was. My parents were again at home! But... How?
   Those girls.
   It was too late when I turned down. They'd gone, leaving me there happy, amazed, confused, so many feelings together. <<Were they angels?>>
   That was the first and last time I ever saw them.
   -Thank you- I whispered -This is a family again...

Diary Entry

We read one of Liz Lochhead´s poems: "For my grand mother knitting". Considering the content of the poem, we made an activity that consisted on writing a diary entry of between 200 and 240 words pretending we were the grandmother from the poem.

"December 20th,

   New day, new piece of knitting. As any other day I have the needles in my hands. It isn´t difficult at all, or at least it´s easier than I used to think when I was young.

   I knit for my grandchildren, my children and their couples. But I think they don´t really appreciate it now, they may think that it´s a habit from the past and are tired of it. And although they try not to show it, I allways realise. I really don´t care about it, because I want to be sure I take advantage of every day I´m living before I die.

   My house´s so silent, the needles follow the tic-tac from the clock and makes me feel I´m not alone. In every moment of my fingers I think I can smile, because it´s funny: The wool has become my best friend. It´s incredible how something material can make me so happy. I´m not in conditions of doing any sports, but when i knit, I feel I´m active, that my heart goes on thanks to this. 

   Last month one of my sons and his wife had their first child. As everyone expected I knitted him a sweatter, but as I didn´t knew him, I didn´t realise that the one I was making was too big for him. So now I´m here with wool in my chair, and as I said before: 

New piece of knitting!