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A Story Using Local Color

1) The document is a short story that describes a woman reminiscing about her childhood memories as she takes a bus ride past familiar places from her past. 2) She recalls her sisters engaging in adventurous play as children, such as climbing trees, digging in the dirt, dancing in the rain, and sliding down hills. 3) These memories bring the woman happiness and laughter as she thinks about how much her sisters have grown up but how the memories will remain with her forever.

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A Story Using Local Color

1) The document is a short story that describes a woman reminiscing about her childhood memories as she takes a bus ride past familiar places from her past. 2) She recalls her sisters engaging in adventurous play as children, such as climbing trees, digging in the dirt, dancing in the rain, and sliding down hills. 3) These memories bring the woman happiness and laughter as she thinks about how much her sisters have grown up but how the memories will remain with her forever.

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English 505: CREATIVE WRITING

PROF: DHAN TIMOTHY IBOJO


A Story with Local Color

Stick and Stones Only Break Bones


JENE ROSE A. BIDAURE

Sweet childhood memories are not just written upon the mind. It is actually engraved
within thy heart. Every emotion that was stirred by it live through the years. The
emotion that was shaken by memories can be recalled in detail.
The woman travelled riding in a public transportation vehicle is sitting near the window
while watching sceneries like she has never seen before. She passed by in a familiar
place, a place where her memories were almost filled. Her gazed at the window was
like a contemplation at a movie she has watched a thousand times yet never get tired
of watching it all over and over again. Every scene is still new, every twist is still a
surprise and every turn is still an excitement.
She hears laughters. She saw a little girl laughing behind pain caused by the sudden fall
upon hanging at the withered branch of a banana while shouting and trying to look like
Tarzan of the famous children’s story. She smiles then she saw the same girls stung by
bees due to accidentally holding their hive upon hardly climbing trees which is about
triple of the girls’ body size. Majestically, the swell only lasts a minute. In the same
scene, the woman saw the girls’ fingers trapping dirt underneath caused by digging soil
barehanded one early morning trying to make that slippery black worms out of its
hiding place. The worms being pulled out were used to catch fishes at their uncle’s
huge fish pond. The woman laughs at the scene. Thereafter, she saw the same girls
staying outdoor, dancing with the beat of the heavy rain’s music. She gasped in
amazement with nervousness seeing the girls’ not contented of just jumping under the
raindrops slides at the top of the hill riding on a piece of coconut branch or wood trunk
shouting with excitement mixed with little fear but were dominated by happy emotions
as the coconut branch rushes down from the top.
The woman is filled with happiness and amusement. She then saw again the girls’
wounds caused by creeping on the ground like soldiers under a hard training as they
stayed vigilant if the owner of their target guava tree is around. She laughed at the
scene where the girls were punished by their strict mother since they escape on a bed
during nap time. The girls cried but then look at each other and laugh hard.
The woman at bus woke up then smile at the dreams that are real 18 years ago.
Dreams and memories with her two little sisters. Reality will now be her greatest
dreams. She thought how things really changed. The once playful sisters were wrapped
with responsibilities and duties. She thought all of this while travelling to renew her
teacher’s license and passed by in a municipality where she, along with her sisters,
build her memories.
Scars most of the time will not remind you how painful the wound is, instead it will
bring a curve on your face while reminiscing how you got it along with its lesson
injected. Headaches will not last your whole age but memories will remain till old days.
Getting messy and having dirt by playing mud is not a stain that will cling as you grow.
It is the colorful stain that will never be wiped in your heart.

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