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Tarlac Dike By Kerima Polotan Full Essay On My Dream

...Narrative a story or account of events, experiences, or the like, whether true or fictitious. a book, literary work, etc., containing such a story. the art, technique, or process of narrating: Somerset Maugham was a master of narrative. Elements of a narrative Setting - Where the story takes place; usually every scene has a change of setting. Character - Description of the character and a little of their background. Plot - The series of events that unfold in the story. Conflict - The struggle between two opposing forces. Climax - The strongest part of the story, where the conflict builds up to the emotional peak. Resolution - Where the conflict is resolved. Features of A Narrative The basic features of a narritive include an orientation, complication and resolution. An orientation is to introduce the audience to the basic "Who, What, When, Where, Why and How" of the story. It gives the setting, paints the original picture and, with hope, draws in the audience. The complication is usually the main part of the story. It's what goes wrong, how they fix it and why they fix it. The complication is that big main part, grab ahold of the middle section of a thick enough book and that's it. Complications are not necessarily "complications" - it doesn't always have to be a problem, that's just what it's called. The resolution is the end of the story. It's where the author ties up all the loose ends, (or not, depending on the author and the...

...My Last Farewell Farewell, dear Fatherland, clime of the sun caress'd, Pearl of the Orient seas, our Eden lost! Gladly now I go to give thee this faded life's best, And were it brighter, fresher, or more blest, Still would I give it thee, nor count the cost. On the field of battle, 'mid the frenzy of fight, Others have given their lives, without doubt or heed; The place matters not--cypress or laurel or lily white, Scaffold of open plain, combat or martyrdom's plight, 'Tis ever the same, to serve our home and country's need. I die just when I see the dawn break, Through the gloom of night, to herald the day; And if color is lacking my blood thou shalt take, Pour'd out at need for thy dear sake, To dye with its crimson the waking ray. My dreams, when life first opened to me, My dreams, when the hopes of youth beat high, Were to see thy lov'd face, O gem of the Orient sea, From gloom and grief, from care and sorrow free; No blush on thy brow, no tear in thine eye Dream of my life, my living and burning desire, All hail! cries the soul that is now to take flight; All hail! And sweet it is for thee to expire; To die for thy sake, that thou mayst aspire; And sleep in thy bosom eternity's long night. If over my grave some day thou seest grow, In the grassy sod, a humble flower, Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so, While I may feel on my brow in the cold tomb below The touch of thy tenderness, thy breath's warm power. Let the moon...