Screams rang throughout the house, the pounding of foot steps echoed against the wall, and cries for help were muted by the air. Mary tried to run around the house, avoiding the consequences of her actions and trying to make everything all right. Expensive china flew beside her and barely missed shattering against her head. "I am zick and zired of you nou lisening to me and sass talking me zack every time I zalk to you. Do you znot realize what I have to do zor you, to give zou everything that zou need?" Mark screamed while flipping the coffee table against the wall. "Mary come zere znow, stop zunning away and growz a pair." Mary stopped in her tracks, tears streaming down from her eyes and her make up smeared everywhere. Turning around she says, "Mark I am zone with all zhe crap that you zave given me for the last 5 years, if you zan't handle me leaving zou that's not my problem it's zours." Boiling with anger Mark starts walking towards Mary. Backing up slowly Mary tries to reach for the knife on the kitchen counter, "Mark zou think that by hitting a woman zou can be all zhigh and mighty zhuh? Well guess what, zou're wrong."Mark screams and runs towards Mary with his fist held high, Mary lashed out with her knife and stabs Mark in the chest. Shocked, Mark looks down in awe not able to comprehend on the even that just occurred. Surprised herself Mary looks at Mark with bulging eyes, tears streaming down her face, and collapses on the floor. "Zoh my god Mark... Zi'm..." Words couldn't form from Mary's mouth, Mark fell to the ground next to Mary weeping and sobbing and regretting what she had done.
Theme: physical abuse from the male to show dominance over the female figure.
I used tone I believe at the beginning of the pastiche where I explained what was going on in the scene. I used some dialect to let the characters explain on what they are going through, just like Hurston to show some life and explain the character a bit. I used setting to explain where and what was going on. Just like Hurston she gives a setting to tell what and where the story is happening.
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