Context - Short Story

Exploring Langue:

For this task i was given an image on a post card and asked to write a short story about the image. This was a creative writing exercise but from visual perspective. It involves my imagination, my ability to narrate and immerse myself into a scenario or situation. I will try to capture and project my own visual process of the image, into the minds of my readers. I will explore building pictures with words.

From first looking at the image the messages and meanings i gathered from it was that of a solemn nature. This could be because of the presence of the grave yard but also that of how i perceived the body language and positioning's of the two children in the image. To get a deeper feel and gather my thoughts on this i decided to bullet point key facts and feelings i noticed about this piece:

. Graveyard location 

. Rural

. Small sheep in background

. Sadness

. Girl shows almost sad expression 

. Boy lay on ground praying suggests perhaps desperate nature (fallen to ground with hopelessness)

. Upper-class cloths

. Humble

. Run down/ old location (grave stones can be seen weathering away and crooked along with what appears to be an unkempt cottage in the background) 

. Praying suggests spirituality and god

. Nature

My Story:

The day was lively with animals and nature busying themselves about the forest. A cottage sat humble and lonesome in its depths. Crooked worn out gravestones that pierced through the land around it looked gloomy and grim in this place of liveliness, their reminder of death only amplified by the weathering grasp of nature, suffocating them in mould and rot, slowly decaying the stones to draw them back to the earth. Across the way were two small figures, a young girl and her brother. An eery stillness engulfed them as they sat fixed to the ground while the forrest swayed and stirred around them. And like the old stones, once neat and proud, the two sat slumped, with no necessary care for appearance now. Their hats and coats lay crumpled and dead on the grass and soil recoiling at their dirt stained fate. The two were choked with sadness and longing under the shade of a solemn tree that drooped over them in mutual sadness. The small boy weeped, his muffled gasps soft on the sweet whisper of the cooling breeze and the girl sat rooted, firm as the tree that shaded them, next to the boy. And like the tree she could only watch in hopeless awe, each draw of her breath piercing her heart with saddening pain as she listened to his whimpers soft in-between the rustling of leaves from the sway of the trees. She could be of no comfort to him, not now. So all she could do was watch and share his sadness, as he muttered his last desperate prayer. 

The Image i had to create my story from: