Create two short scenes that incorporate the following: FULL PAPER LENGTH 1.at least two characters 2.the actions of both of these characters 3.effective dialogue from both characters 4.a clear beginning, middle, and end 5.proper use of the anonymous narrator—single character point of view For this assignment, create your scenes from the following prompts. Use your best writing style, and try to remember everything you know about good fiction writing. Make your writing vivid. Show, don’t tell. Remember to include as many of the senses as you can. Make action and dialogue believable and important. Each scene should be at least one typed page in length. One paper from Prompt #2 One paper from Prompt#3 Prompt # 2Matilda’s marriage was failing, along with her courage. “What keeps me? The most prized possession I’ve got, I have to share with David.” Prompt #3He was surprised and frightened to see her. “What are you doing here? I told you not to come until after the full moon.” BELOW ARE JUST IDEAS EXAMPLE/SAMPLE FOR READ ONLY SAMPLE SCENE 1 Example Prompt Joseph hated confrontations, especially with his wife. “Esther, if you talk to me like that, you will get nothing that you want. When you’re calmed down, I’ll be willing to talk to you about it.” IDEAL OF STORY Joseph hated confrontations. He especially hated ones with his wife. He didn’t want one tonight, but it seemed imminent. He could always tell by the way her lips pursed when she took a drag off her cigarette. “Hi, Esther,” called Joseph, as he hung his wrinkled jacket on the coat rack. “How have you been today?” “Well, considering the state of things, I’m doing all right. Better than anyone could expect,” she replied, looking him in the eye as if her stare would burn into his conscience and his forehead. “What is it now, Honey?” he asked, resigning himself to sit through this for at least the next few minutes. “You know darn well what it is,” she snapped back, grinding her cigarette into the ashtray. “It’s that wretched woman next door. I know you talk to her all the time, and since she moved here you work on the lawn or wash your car 20 times more than before.” “I do not. It’s just that it bothers you now, and before I couldn’t do it enough to please you. If you ask me, it isn’t the neighbor on the right, it is the one on the left. That Joanne you call a best friend.” Joseph was tired. Sick and tired of all of her accusations. He finally let it out. She was shocked. “How can Joseph talk to me like that?” she thought indignantly. “This is it,” she yelled in his face. “I’m leaving. I’ll spend the night at Joanne’s. I’ll be back later for my stuff.” With that she stormed out of the house. “Don’t talk to me like that,” he yelled at her retreating back. “If you keep this up you’ll get nothing, nothing of what you want. When you’re calmed down, I’ll be willing to talk to you.” He heard his wife cry out, and watched as she stopped to light another cigarette. He turned the T.V. on to cover the noise before he locked the door to their house. ANOTHER EXAMPLE Esther stormed out of the room. She wanted no part of his rude anger. She went upstairs to lay on her bed, thinking, “What’s so wrong with wanting a car? It’s not like I asked for some fancy imported thing that we had to go to France ourselves to get. It’s just a Cadillac. We’ve been married for 24 years.” “Are you ready to talk now, Esther?” Joseph entered the bedroom and sat down beside his wife on the bed. “We just can’t afford to buy a new car now. Not on a teacher’s salary, anyway.” He was pleading with her. He wanted so much for her to understand. “How about a used car then, Honey?” Her eyes lit up with hope. “We’ll see. No promises.” Joseph kissed her cheek. He hated confrontations, especially with his wife. “That’s the story of our married life in two words.” Esther spit the words into her husband’s face as she got off the bed and away from him. “No promises.” Joseph got up then too, following her once again, trying to catch up with her. “That talk won’t get you what you want,” he said, as she slammed the bathroom door in his face. He felt like he was talking to a child, one of his students maybe, not his wife. “When you’re calmed down, we’ll talk about it.” .