{"id":13,"date":"2020-01-24T00:20:38","date_gmt":"2020-01-24T07:20:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/english372\/?p=13"},"modified":"2020-01-24T00:20:38","modified_gmt":"2020-01-24T07:20:38","slug":"assignment-15","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/english372\/2020\/01\/24\/assignment-15\/","title":{"rendered":"Assignment 1:5"},"content":{"rendered":"

I have a great story to tell you.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is the story of how evil was created.\u00a0 Many years ago, there lay a small village by the name of Innocentia, meaning innocence in latin. Since the beginning of time, not a word of evil had been spoken amongst the elders of Innocentia and consequently, neither had any of the other villagers. In Innocentia, the idea of evil was unfathomable and unspoken. For better explanation, it simply did not exist. Words spoken in regards of friends and family were nothing but of the most heartfelt intention, speaking openly and proudly in tones of kindness. There was nothing that one villager would not do for any of the next.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In this pleasant village, there was one heart that shone brighter than any other. Actually, there were two. Emma Lou could uplift any soul she encountered with the help from her little pony friend; Penelope.\u00a0 Emma Lou and Penelope were never seen apart and were never seen without a smile in reach. This pair visited every young member of the village every morning to start their day on a good note. Although Innocentia had never been visited by evil and did not know of such a thing, the villagers had felt heartbreak as well as love and loss, and some days were better than others. If there was ever a day where one villager began to lose their beloved faith or trail off their innocent path, Emma Lou and Penelope\u2019s presence would change that in a heartbeat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One morning, just as the sun rose across the barley fields, Emma Lou woke up particularly early. She had an intuition that someone needed the help of her heart, but not without Penelope by her side.\u00a0 She tip-toed past her sleeping family and crept outside her stone home but when she peered around the rose bush smile at Penelope, Penelope\u2019s post was empty. Nobody ever saw Penelope again and therefore, Emma Lou was never the same. She could no longer bring joy to the village as she was no longer truly joyful herself. The day that Penelope disappeared was the day that Innocentia understood evil. There was no other world to describe the cruelty that took away joy. The story of Penelope and Emma Lou was told for the rest of time, village to village. Once this story was told, it could never be taken back.<\/span><\/p>\n

Reflection:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I genuinely enjoyed this assignment as it was very unfamiliar to me and challenging, in a fun way. I was entertained by the creativity that it required. When I told my story of how evil came into the world to my sister, mother, and father (all separately), I noticed that I altered it each time. I added intricate and essential details and found ways to make it further resonate with not only myself but my listeners as well. I can relate this process to how tales or more modernly, rumours are spread and told and how they snowball into different stories than they were originally told as. Sometimes stories become so different that they are not recognizable to the original storyteller. This Ted Talk<\/a> by Elaine Lui touches on this topic.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

King, Thomas. <\/span>The Truth About Stories: A Native Narrative. <\/span><\/i>Peterbough<\/span>:<\/span><\/i>Anansi Press. 2003. Print.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lui, Elaine. The Sociology of Gossip.\u00a0<\/em>youtube.com\/watch?v=oFDWOXV6iEM<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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