...Characters in the Fictional Narratives The story of “The Song of a Faithful Wife, Ch’unhyang” is one of the popular stories in Korea. Therefore, from this story, the protagonist, Ch’unhyang often considered as an ideal woman because she is faithful to her lover. However, her character is portrayed not only by herself, but also with non-protagonists who built up the situation to make her and help her to bring out and show her characteristics stronger. In the story of “The Song of a Faithful Wife, Ch’unhyang”, there are many non-protagonist characters that were used to describe protagonist, Ch’unhyang’s character. They include Yi Mongnyong, Ch’unhyang’s lover, Walmae, Ch’unhyang’s mother, and Pyŏn Hakto, the new governor. However, among these non-protagonist characters, Pyŏn Hakto and Ch’unhyang is characteristically very similar but socially different, they were at the position where strongly facing against each other. Therefore, I believe that Pyŏn Hakto, played the most important roles in “The Song of a Faithful Wife, Ch’unhyang” to show Ch’unhyang’s faithfulness. This is because his characteristics of being selfish, cruel and stubborn, affected strongest for Ch’unhyang to show her strong faithfulness throughout the story. Ch’unhyang and Pyŏn Hakto view very different from each other in their society. Pyŏn Hakto’s position in their society is yangban. Ch’unhyang, however, was born between kisaeng mother and yangban father, therefore, she is not yangban. Therefore, Pyŏn...
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...Screams rolled across the sky like thunder during a storm. Churches were burnt to the ground. Monasteries were raided. Monks were slaughtered. Houses were destroyed. They hid in their churches and prayed to their god for forgiveness and to stop the ‘Barbarians’ from killing them. Alas, their prayers were left unanswered. Many were killed during the raid. And we Vikings were the cause of all of it. We stormed into the church and grabbed all the loot we could carry before heading back to the ships. As I grabbed the last of the loot from within the church, I noticed a flickering light out of the corner of my eye. Throwing the sack of gold over my shoulder, I made my way towards the source of the flickering light. I found a mother clutching a bundle of cloth, which I’m assuming is a child, close to her chest. The woman had been impaled and bled to death with the child still in her arms. The baby wasn’t making any noise so I assumed it was dead, thus I stepped closer to find the cause of the flickering light. As I knelt in front of the woman, I noticed the bundle moving and heard its steady breathing, signalling that the child was in fact alive. Hearing the sound of horns signalling that the ships are being loaded, I grabbed the child and ran out to the bays where our ships were docked. “Sven, what is that you have there in your arms?” Erik asked, gesturing to the bundle I was holding, “And why is it breathing?” I opened my mouth to tell him when I was rudely interrupted by a Viking...
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...Angela pressed her ear to the door and the sound was muffled but she heard Bianca clearly. “Didn’t you hear me, Donnie? I’m pregnant!” She pulled back at that and felt a sick heat in her stomach. She heard her father laugh and heard him slurring his words. “You stupid bitch. We’ll take care of that.” Angela heard a sound like a hard smack and what sounded like throwing up. She could hear Father chortling under his breath. I’ve gotta stop this, Angie thought. Facing her fears, Angela opened the door and stepped into the basement. She tiptoed down the steps, trying not to make a creak. Not that it mattered, by the beating it sounded like Bianca was getting. Angela neared the bottom just in time to see her father grab her babysitter by the back of her neck. He bent her roughly over the top of the washing machine. He flipped her dress up and tore at her panties, ripping them off right before he put his fingers inside the young girl. It looked as if she was bleeding around his fingers and he just kept his grip with one hand on the back of the girl’s neck, holding her there. Bianca was crying and Angie could see the bruising on her face and the blood pouring from her nose. Her father stood up, unbuckled himself, and put himself inside the babysitter. He reached around, grabbing the front of her throat and yanked her up to him so he could whisper in her ear as his big mustache brushed her neck. “We’re gonna make sure you never have a baby. You got that?” All Bianca could...
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...It had been two months since Aria Davis told Bucky about her diagnosis. He tiptoed around her now as though she was fragile, and she hated it, but she understood why it was happening. She had a limited amount of time left to live, and he wanted to make sure that she lived it to the best of her ability, even if it was going to get bad. There were some days where she was so exhausted from her panic attacks, that she wanted nothing more than to sleep, but she physically could not. It wasn’t possible. It was frustrating to say the least. Bucky often had to slow down to walk in step with her now. The pair were spending the day together, in search of Steve, when they heard the familiar sounds of someone being beat up in a back alleyway. Despite her illness, Aria sped up, leaving James in the dust as she turned the corner to see Steve getting bullied by a man twice his size. Bucky followed, swooping past her as she slowly crept over to Steve. She watched Bucky yank the man away from Steve. “Pick on someone your own size!” He shouted, sending the man on his way with a strong right hook and a sharp kick to the butt as Aria knelt beside Steve, checking to make sure he was okay, trying her hardest to ignore the fear that was creeping into her mind. She was developing a phobia of alleyways and she knew it, because she could feel her heartbeat start to rise. She knew her breathing would soon get heavier, but she forced herself to stay concentrated on her best friend. “Sometimes I think you...
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...Just a imagine a frightened three year old girl walking into a courthouse clinging onto her foster mom’s side. As her feet are dragged into the building her thoughts scrambling, her fear to intensies. When her foster family and her finally enter panic starts to hit. Her thoughts rushing around her mind “Do I have to leave another home again?” “What’s going to happen?” “Do I finally get to have a real family?”. Her foster mom gazes down at her lovingly. “It is going to be okay do not be scared.” she says reassuring her. With a deep breathe she the little girl smiles and they start to the courtroom and wait for the judge to arrive. When the judge get to the room they all walk in and find a seat the little girl slugs into the seat next to her...
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...Calum was still drowsy on the plane but he didn't remember last night. He had pulled his hood over his head and plugged in his music. Calum didn’t say a word the entire ride which worried Louis. Calum stumbled past the paparazzi in the airport who probably now believed Calum was drunk. Harry was the one who had a nasty hangover not him. Calums head still hurt from his accident last night. The cameras began to click as Calum stumbled over his own feet. He clung onto Lukes arm like a child with the other boys on each side of him blocking the cameras. “Calum are you okay?” Luke asked quietly. Calum shook his head no. “Head hurts.” Calum mumbled. Luke hurried Calum along trying to get him to the car faster. The boys were pushed into random cars by security to get away from the crowds. Luke and Calum were pushed into separate cars by security, Calum was pushed into the last open seat of the black Range Rover which luckily happened to be beside Niall. His seat in the back allowed him to quickly see the other passengers in the car. Louis, Harry, and Zayn all sat in the row of seats in front of him. The only person Calum actually wanted to see was one of management's interns Billie. Calum liked Billie. She was very different compared to most who worked in the music industry. She was short and pudgy. She wasn’t fat she just wasn’t in tip top shape which oddly Calum though was cute. He liked her hair. It was short and dyed gray. She was quiet most of the time. Calum figured it was...
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...Armin held his hands out in front of him, staring at the sleeves of Jean's shirt in fascination. He was wearing an over-sized red sweater that slid off of his shoulders occasionally. He tugged the collar back over his clavicle for the fifth time and looked into the mirror on the bathroom wall. None of Jean's pants would actually fit him; Armin decided to sleep in his own black boxers. Luckily they had not gotten wet from the rain. He exited the bathroom to see Jean creating a pallet of blankets on the floor. "I'm sleeping on the floor tonight." Jean said, fluffing one of the pillows. "No," Armin objected, "you slept on the floor last time, it's only if-" "The guest gets the bed, no exceeptoins," Jean continued to lay out sheets of varying sizes and colors, "That's what my mom taught me." "Then there's only one way to settle this," The blonde declared, "We'll share the bed." "If that's..." Jean turned his head and made eye contact with the other teen, realizing Armin was only in his boxers and the sweater that he borrowed. "...okay with you?" Jean shook his head in disbelif. "Why arn't you wearing pants?" "Yours wouldn't fit me," Armin shrugged. Jean watched the red fabric slide down the boy's collarbone, exposing his shoulder. The brunette swallowed a ball of nerves as Armin pulled the shirt upwards covering himself once more. "You don't mind... do you?" "N-no." Jean coughed, "of course not." A bright smile took over Armin face as he bounded over to bed and jumped onto...
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...Soft sounds came from outside the window in the woods, Sabo growled lightly at the sensation as he leaned up on the tree; of all times to fall even deeper into this season, it had to be now... and he felt so full with those eggs inside him, only driving his lust higher, "S-Shit... hah, I guess I couldn't h-hold through... ooh..." seeing a blue blur in the corner of your eye you turned to the window "sabo" you called positive that blue blur you saw was him you squint trying to see into the dark wooded area "where are you" you murmur. turning away from the window you go out the front door in nothing but your pj's and slippers Sabo grunted and felt that heat rise up inside him, causing him to groan a little more and lean up awkwardly on the...
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...There once was a kid named Tommy and he came home from school, did his homework and then he played Fortnite. Then he heard a weird noise so he went to see what it was and he screamed because there was a goblin that was trying to trade him something and the trade and the goblin said “ If you give me a box of ice cream then I will let you play Fortnite forever.” Tommy being anxious he said yes right away but he didn’t ask what the catch was so he learned his lesson. He went to sleep that night and then he woke up and he was Trapped in Fortnite so he sees a bunch of people with pickaxes and then he looked down and he had one so he saw that he all of the sudden went onto the Battle Bus and he jumped and he landed at salty springs and he saw that one other person landed with him so he went to the person and he got a weapon and killed him and he was traumatized because he killed someone but later he calmed down. He saw another person but this time this person started doing the floss so he started doing the best mates dance and he made a friend so they killed people together until he and his partner had to kill each other. Tommy didn’t want to but his friend started shooting at him so he had to kill him and Tommy got a #1 Victory Royale. Tommy then added his friend from the lobby menu so they played duos, so they landed at Shifty Shafts and they both saw that there was another team there with them so they both got a weapon and Tommy killed one of them but his partner got down but luckily...
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...crooked smile on his face. I stared up at him. “I know what you’re doing Carter Greenspan,” I told him. “You want me to stand up so you can open my closet door and see my dress.” “No!” Carter said sarcastically. “Why would you accuse me of such a thing?” he asked, reaching down and grabbing my arm. I tried shaking him off, but was unsuccessful. He pulled on my arm forcefully and dragged me across the carpet. My pants were slippery enough that they slid easily. As he reached for the doorknob I shouted “Wait!” He paused and looked at me. “Yes?” he asked. “If you see my dress before prom I’m not going to go!” I threatened. “Oh, so you’re going to tell your mother and Trudi that you’re not going to prom after they took you dress shopping?” he asked. “Yes,” I said confidently. Carter sighed and dropped his hand from the doorknob. “Fine,” he conceded. I won’t look at it. But it better be worth the wait.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “It will be,” I promised. He extended his hand toward me to help me up. I grabbed it as I began to pull myself up; Carter tried to pull me up, which caused me to slam hard into his chest, knocking the wind out of me. “Ouch,” I said breathlessly, taking a step back. “I’m sorry,” Carter muttered, looking away and rubbing the spot where I had hit his chest. “It’s okay,” I said. Just then, I heard the doorknob turn and the door crack open. “Vi,” Trudi’s voice came through the crack. “Dinner is almost ready.” “Okay,” I said. I looked...
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...Malia knew the scene all to well, it was etched in her memory like a scar upon skin. It left a horrible gory mark where happiness once dwelled. Anything she did could ever change or rescue what this moment had taken from her. Malia wallowed in her own pain, it was what she deserved right? She begged the still corpse of her brother to wake, but as always nothing ever happened. Silly foolish girl, no one's faith could bring him back. She rocked him, tears running down her cheeks. Tracing the well worn lines they had left there countless times before. Malia had relented to being stuck there, her soul simply trapped by the pain when suddenly a voice broke through. She blinked and slowly looked up, the red of her brothers blood a stark contrast to her now pale skin. "You...you set the nightmares free." she accused in a broken voice as Dominic reached for her. Malia struggled at first, desperate to hang onto her little brother, 'I can't leave him again, I can't...Pl..." she spoke as her legs felt to weak to hold her up and her body pressed against Dominic's as the scene shifted and her brother vanished from her sight. The dream shifted and changed, swirling around them with colors she couldn't even name anymore. She wanted to run, but before Malia could act Dominic grabbed her hand and pulled her close. Her hand once again came to rest palms pressed against his chest as she tried to push him away. Only this time he was stronger, to strong for her to push away, to strong for her...
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...“The wind,” I say slowly. Michael nods. “It’s like…” I pause, searching for the words. “Crip,” Michael adds. “Exactly,” I sigh, nodding. “Almost like..” Michael frowns “red?” “With a hint of yellow,” I say. “Right, yellow, I keep forgetting that one,” Michael spoke softly “A lot of things are yellow,” I turn to Michael, frowning. “Not where I come from,” Michael paused, “Things are mostly blue-black there” I wince, “I can’t even begin to imagine that.” “Don’t,” Michael shakes his head, “Don’t even try.” “Believe me,” I reisure him, “I don’t want to” “Good,” Michael sits straight up, craning his neck to me, “My mom coming?” I ask, Michael nods, standing up. “Keep it short, okay?” He glances over at me, moving to hide deeper into the treehouse. “Okay,” I replie to the now empty space. There was a soft knock on the wood as my mom climbs in, “What are you doing in here alone, Jer?” she asks concerned. “I’m not alone mom, I was talking to Michael.” I immediately regret saying anything. “Oh..” his mom looked extremely unsettled by the situation. “You…” She paused “You do know that Michael isn’t real, right?” she sits on the floor next to me. “Yeah mom, I know,” I looked down “We’ve been over this before.” I knew that she couldn’t see Michael, she couldn’t hear him either, no one could. I didn’t care. Michael was real to me. “Okay,” she says standing up and patting my knee. “If you need anything i’ll be in the house.” I waited until she was out of sight to start talking to Michael...
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...“This is definitely your worst idea ever”, “Just trust me Bryan,” said Chris. “You’ve almost got me killed so many times, why should I trust you?” “Because this one is different” “How?’, asked Bryan. “This will be completely life changing. Don’t you want something different?” “Not really, I think we are fine here.” At that moment Chris walked through the door with three backpacks John had instructed him to get. Inside the backpacks were food, water, and flashlights in case their plan went poorly. “Alright we are ready to go, are you in or not?”, John asked Bryan. Bryan nervously scratched his blue ball cap. He was wearing his usual jeans and sweatshirt. He always felt pressured into bad situations by John and Chris, despite being much taller than both of them. “I guess, but just remember that I said it was a bad idea when we get arrested for breaking and entering.”, Bryan replied. “Great! I’ll go over the plan one more time then it is time for the real thing.”, said John. “Go ahead”, Chris responded eagerly. John proceeded to go quickly over the plan one more time .Earlier that week John had overheard his dad, who works for NASA, on the phone talking about a rocket they had developed that could break the speed of light. John had recently read an article describing how traveling at the speed of light could slow down time for those onboard. This would mean that when they returned it would be a much later year but they would still be young. Hearing this peaked John’s curiosity and...
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...Ally slipped a smooth strand of hair behind her ear and rinsed off another shell. Arthur poked holes into each end of an egg, which immediately began to ooze. He aimed it towards a bowl and blew. Don’t touch it with your mouth! Ally, it doesn’t work otherwise. You’ll get salmonella. And then, for my next trick, I’ll drop dead on stage! You worry too much. He half-raised an affectionate hand. She turned back to the eggshell, dabbed it dry. I won’t kiss you, then. His hand dropped. The day was sluggish, the off-white walls and Ally’s thin arms beaded with humidity. Mosquito stained curtains slumped against the screen of the open window. Hardly the atmosphere to prepare for a magic show in. Just think how cool these’ll look! he said. Colour! Mystique! He spun to emphasize his new show-cape (purple, with stars!) and collided with a mass of fur. Ally crouched. Come over here, Toasty. She swirled her hands through the dog’s fur. Slight smile. Arthur bent down and scratched the retriever’s ear. I bet Toasty’d love to be in my act, wouldn’t you? You like smoke bombs, don’t you, Toasty? Toasty flopped down, tail thumping. The smile slipped off. Toasty is not a performer. He opened his mouth. He’d tell her what happened to Algae had nothing to do with him, that he would never hurt a fly, let alone a turtle, he was practically a professional – she stood. Let’s fill them, she said. See if they work. He scrambled up. Paper funnels, right? He slipped a receipt out of his pocket...
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...4E 202 A cold winter wind swept over a group of bandits who were celebrating a fresh score, they stood over the bodies of travelling merchants, merchants who had most likely travelled south from Dragonstar. The bandits tore through the possessions of their victims, a carriage was turned over with two of the murderers rummaging through it, while the bodies were searched frantically by another, their horse was long gone, it’s fate unknown, the operation was being overseen by a heavily armored bandit, the armor disguised his race but, there was no mistaking it, he was in charge. The mountain pass which bore witness to this savagery was isolated and quiet, it was up a steep hill, too steep for anyone travelling it to see ahead, this was a natural ambush zone. Trapped in their savagery the bandits weren’t aware they were being observed. A pair of angry eyes watched them carefully, watched as they desecrated the moving home of a travelling couple, watched as they defiled the sanctity and peaceful quiet of the Dragontail mountains. Perched high above the bandits, the upset observer began his descent, remaining unseen, all the while keeping his targets in sight. “I knew you had it” said the nord bandit feeling up the corpses, he then threw a bag of gold at his superior. He caught the bag and bounced it in his hand, feeling the weight, he then peeked inside. “A decent amount”, He then tied the bag on his waist and headed over to the carriage. “Anything?” “They’re cloth merchants, mostly...
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