|The Abandoned Farmhouse--Assignment
|Using the description that appears
below* as inspiration, continue your experience at the farmhouse by
choosing ONE room (any room) inside the farmhouse to describe.
- Start by choosing a MOOD. How do you want your audience to feel
when they read your description? Possible moods include:
freaky, nightmarish, peaceful, nostalgic, or pick another of your choice.
Write your chosen mood at the top of your paper.
- Write in first person ("I"/"me").
- BE REALISTIC. This is an abandoned farmhouse. There
are no people there. No dead bodies. Etc. Also, avoid
the supernatural. No aliens, no vampires, no ghosts.
- Be extremely detailed and descriptive as you write. Use a
variety of imagery (descriptions of what you see, hear, smell, touch/feel,
taste) and vary your descriptions by using adjectives and similes.
Use your color list to include specific colors (remember to consider their
associations though; if you're going for a freaky mood, "baby chick
yellow" probably won't work well).
Click here for a sample paragraph with revision notes.
- Your description must be one written page (just one side), single
spaced. If you want, type your description for extra credit (3/4
page, double spaced, 1" margins, 12 pt. Times or Arial font). You
may write MORE than this if you so desire.
DUE MONDAY, SEPT. 22.
tomorrow morning you wake up, and it’s a beautiful day, probably one of the
last days like this before winter returns to Chicago. You pack a lunch, get
on your bike, and start traveling down the main street in your neighborhood,
away from the noise and bustle. The day is so beautiful and you’re feeling
so good that you keep going and going…. And going…. Pretty soon, you’ve left
the city behind. You know you’re not in the city anymore because the grey
and black paved streets have turned to dusty, gravely, tree-lined roads.
The gravel bits crunch when your tires turn over them. When you take a deep
breath, your lungs fill with clean, fresh air. It’s getting warmer and the
sun looks like a giant tangerine. The black sweatshirt you tossed on this
morning covers your skin like an oven, so you take it off and tie it around
your waist. In the distance, off to the right-hand-side of the road, you
spot some sort of building—it looks like an abandoned farmhouse. You decide
to check it out. You turn off the road. Tall, green weeds swish past you.
There are no sounds of machines or other cars. There are no human voices.
All you hear is the gurgle of running water—maybe a creek—and the high
pitched caw of a crow. You are moving slowly because the treads of your
tires are getting stuck in the chocolate-colored mud. Finally, you make
it. You get off your bike, stepping onto what must have been an old, gravel
driveway. You’re standing outside the farmhouse, looking up the six,
rickety, worn, wooden stairs that go up to the front porch. The white paint
on the house is weathered, cracked, and peeling off. You climb each stair
one at a time. You reach the front porch.
The front door
has a wooden frame and a wire mesh screen. The copper handle is crooked and
loose, but you notice that the door is slightly open. For some reason, you
decide that you must go inside this house and see what’s there. You
gently pull the handle with your left hand…