Passage 1
At such a time, I knew for certain that the tombstones in front of me would continue to haunt me and remind me of death; and my mother repeatedly asking if I was okay, and my grandmother’s wrinkled face staring at the pile of dirt being dumped on his grave, and my cousins walking towards the grass were scared and nervous at that moment conversing with each other through darting eyes; and the sounds of cries and sadness in the air, the rain pouring down aggressively, being aware of every drop that landed, on my face; and the crisp air hitting my face, was the wind, and that even with everyone there, the feeling of sadness, was everywhere.
Passage 2
A sad girl, dealing with loss, grief within her. A girl with a blue hijab, a big smile, having so much love to share. A girl who drowns in thought, and wishes to be someone great, and be loved by more, and to help everyone around, and hopeful for better days who screamed, and sang, and prayed; and whose tears flowed gently down her cheeks as her past memories rushed back in.
After reading many pastiches from the class blog, I noticed a few things that caught my attention about many of my peers’ pastiches. While reading, I noticed that the use of imagery was especially good and made the pastiches bite interesting. I especially like Chantal’s Pastiche because I like her imagery, and I lie about how descriptive hers was. I had a clear image of the story she was covering in my head. After reading many more successful pastiches, I realized that structure is vital, and I feel like I could have done a better job structure-wise and following the correct syllables the entire time. I also learned a lot from my classmates about how they used syllables to replicate the passages well. Additionally, I learnt new vocabulary descriptive words that I gained after reading the pastiches of my classmates