...Characters in the Fictional Narratives The story of “The Song of a Faithful Wife, Ch’unhyang” is one of the popular stories in Korea. Therefore, from this story, the protagonist, Ch’unhyang often considered as an ideal woman because she is faithful to her lover. However, her character is portrayed not only by herself, but also with non-protagonists who built up the situation to make her and help her to bring out and show her characteristics stronger. In the story of “The Song of a Faithful Wife, Ch’unhyang”, there are many non-protagonist characters that were used to describe protagonist, Ch’unhyang’s character. They include Yi Mongnyong, Ch’unhyang’s lover, Walmae, Ch’unhyang’s mother, and Pyŏn Hakto, the new governor. However, among these non-protagonist characters, Pyŏn Hakto and Ch’unhyang is characteristically very similar but socially different, they were at the position where strongly facing against each other. Therefore, I believe that Pyŏn Hakto, played the most important roles in “The Song of a Faithful Wife, Ch’unhyang” to show Ch’unhyang’s faithfulness. This is because his characteristics of being selfish, cruel and stubborn, affected strongest for Ch’unhyang to show her strong faithfulness throughout the story. Ch’unhyang and Pyŏn Hakto view very different from each other in their society. Pyŏn Hakto’s position in their society is yangban. Ch’unhyang, however, was born between kisaeng mother and yangban father, therefore, she is not yangban. Therefore, Pyŏn...
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...Screams rolled across the sky like thunder during a storm. Churches were burnt to the ground. Monasteries were raided. Monks were slaughtered. Houses were destroyed. They hid in their churches and prayed to their god for forgiveness and to stop the ‘Barbarians’ from killing them. Alas, their prayers were left unanswered. Many were killed during the raid. And we Vikings were the cause of all of it. We stormed into the church and grabbed all the loot we could carry before heading back to the ships. As I grabbed the last of the loot from within the church, I noticed a flickering light out of the corner of my eye. Throwing the sack of gold over my shoulder, I made my way towards the source of the flickering light. I found a mother clutching a bundle of cloth, which I’m assuming is a child, close to her chest. The woman had been impaled and bled to death with the child still in her arms. The baby wasn’t making any noise so I assumed it was dead, thus I stepped closer to find the cause of the flickering light. As I knelt in front of the woman, I noticed the bundle moving and heard its steady breathing, signalling that the child was in fact alive. Hearing the sound of horns signalling that the ships are being loaded, I grabbed the child and ran out to the bays where our ships were docked. “Sven, what is that you have there in your arms?” Erik asked, gesturing to the bundle I was holding, “And why is it breathing?” I opened my mouth to tell him when I was rudely interrupted by a Viking...
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...Angela pressed her ear to the door and the sound was muffled but she heard Bianca clearly. “Didn’t you hear me, Donnie? I’m pregnant!” She pulled back at that and felt a sick heat in her stomach. She heard her father laugh and heard him slurring his words. “You stupid bitch. We’ll take care of that.” Angela heard a sound like a hard smack and what sounded like throwing up. She could hear Father chortling under his breath. I’ve gotta stop this, Angie thought. Facing her fears, Angela opened the door and stepped into the basement. She tiptoed down the steps, trying not to make a creak. Not that it mattered, by the beating it sounded like Bianca was getting. Angela neared the bottom just in time to see her father grab her babysitter by the back of her neck. He bent her roughly over the top of the washing machine. He flipped her dress up and tore at her panties, ripping them off right before he put his fingers inside the young girl. It looked as if she was bleeding around his fingers and he just kept his grip with one hand on the back of the girl’s neck, holding her there. Bianca was crying and Angie could see the bruising on her face and the blood pouring from her nose. Her father stood up, unbuckled himself, and put himself inside the babysitter. He reached around, grabbing the front of her throat and yanked her up to him so he could whisper in her ear as his big mustache brushed her neck. “We’re gonna make sure you never have a baby. You got that?” All Bianca could...
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...It had been two months since Aria Davis told Bucky about her diagnosis. He tiptoed around her now as though she was fragile, and she hated it, but she understood why it was happening. She had a limited amount of time left to live, and he wanted to make sure that she lived it to the best of her ability, even if it was going to get bad. There were some days where she was so exhausted from her panic attacks, that she wanted nothing more than to sleep, but she physically could not. It wasn’t possible. It was frustrating to say the least. Bucky often had to slow down to walk in step with her now. The pair were spending the day together, in search of Steve, when they heard the familiar sounds of someone being beat up in a back alleyway. Despite her illness, Aria sped up, leaving James in the dust as she turned the corner to see Steve getting bullied by a man twice his size. Bucky followed, swooping past her as she slowly crept over to Steve. She watched Bucky yank the man away from Steve. “Pick on someone your own size!” He shouted, sending the man on his way with a strong right hook and a sharp kick to the butt as Aria knelt beside Steve, checking to make sure he was okay, trying her hardest to ignore the fear that was creeping into her mind. She was developing a phobia of alleyways and she knew it, because she could feel her heartbeat start to rise. She knew her breathing would soon get heavier, but she forced herself to stay concentrated on her best friend. “Sometimes I think you...
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...Just a imagine a frightened three year old girl walking into a courthouse clinging onto her foster mom’s side. As her feet are dragged into the building her thoughts scrambling, her fear to intensies. When her foster family and her finally enter panic starts to hit. Her thoughts rushing around her mind “Do I have to leave another home again?” “What’s going to happen?” “Do I finally get to have a real family?”. Her foster mom gazes down at her lovingly. “It is going to be okay do not be scared.” she says reassuring her. With a deep breathe she the little girl smiles and they start to the courtroom and wait for the judge to arrive. When the judge get to the room they all walk in and find a seat the little girl slugs into the seat next to her...
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...Calum was still drowsy on the plane but he didn't remember last night. He had pulled his hood over his head and plugged in his music. Calum didn’t say a word the entire ride which worried Louis. Calum stumbled past the paparazzi in the airport who probably now believed Calum was drunk. Harry was the one who had a nasty hangover not him. Calums head still hurt from his accident last night. The cameras began to click as Calum stumbled over his own feet. He clung onto Lukes arm like a child with the other boys on each side of him blocking the cameras. “Calum are you okay?” Luke asked quietly. Calum shook his head no. “Head hurts.” Calum mumbled. Luke hurried Calum along trying to get him to the car faster. The boys were pushed into random cars by security to get away from the crowds. Luke and Calum were pushed into separate cars by security, Calum was pushed into the last open seat of the black Range Rover which luckily happened to be beside Niall. His seat in the back allowed him to quickly see the other passengers in the car. Louis, Harry, and Zayn all sat in the row of seats in front of him. The only person Calum actually wanted to see was one of management's interns Billie. Calum liked Billie. She was very different compared to most who worked in the music industry. She was short and pudgy. She wasn’t fat she just wasn’t in tip top shape which oddly Calum though was cute. He liked her hair. It was short and dyed gray. She was quiet most of the time. Calum figured it was...
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...Armin held his hands out in front of him, staring at the sleeves of Jean's shirt in fascination. He was wearing an over-sized red sweater that slid off of his shoulders occasionally. He tugged the collar back over his clavicle for the fifth time and looked into the mirror on the bathroom wall. None of Jean's pants would actually fit him; Armin decided to sleep in his own black boxers. Luckily they had not gotten wet from the rain. He exited the bathroom to see Jean creating a pallet of blankets on the floor. "I'm sleeping on the floor tonight." Jean said, fluffing one of the pillows. "No," Armin objected, "you slept on the floor last time, it's only if-" "The guest gets the bed, no exceeptoins," Jean continued to lay out sheets of varying sizes and colors, "That's what my mom taught me." "Then there's only one way to settle this," The blonde declared, "We'll share the bed." "If that's..." Jean turned his head and made eye contact with the other teen, realizing Armin was only in his boxers and the sweater that he borrowed. "...okay with you?" Jean shook his head in disbelif. "Why arn't you wearing pants?" "Yours wouldn't fit me," Armin shrugged. Jean watched the red fabric slide down the boy's collarbone, exposing his shoulder. The brunette swallowed a ball of nerves as Armin pulled the shirt upwards covering himself once more. "You don't mind... do you?" "N-no." Jean coughed, "of course not." A bright smile took over Armin face as he bounded over to bed and jumped onto...
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...Soft sounds came from outside the window in the woods, Sabo growled lightly at the sensation as he leaned up on the tree; of all times to fall even deeper into this season, it had to be now... and he felt so full with those eggs inside him, only driving his lust higher, "S-Shit... hah, I guess I couldn't h-hold through... ooh..." seeing a blue blur in the corner of your eye you turned to the window "sabo" you called positive that blue blur you saw was him you squint trying to see into the dark wooded area "where are you" you murmur. turning away from the window you go out the front door in nothing but your pj's and slippers Sabo grunted and felt that heat rise up inside him, causing him to groan a little more and lean up awkwardly on the...
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...There once was a kid named Tommy and he came home from school, did his homework and then he played Fortnite. Then he heard a weird noise so he went to see what it was and he screamed because there was a goblin that was trying to trade him something and the trade and the goblin said “ If you give me a box of ice cream then I will let you play Fortnite forever.” Tommy being anxious he said yes right away but he didn’t ask what the catch was so he learned his lesson. He went to sleep that night and then he woke up and he was Trapped in Fortnite so he sees a bunch of people with pickaxes and then he looked down and he had one so he saw that he all of the sudden went onto the Battle Bus and he jumped and he landed at salty springs and he saw that one other person landed with him so he went to the person and he got a weapon and killed him and he was traumatized because he killed someone but later he calmed down. He saw another person but this time this person started doing the floss so he started doing the best mates dance and he made a friend so they killed people together until he and his partner had to kill each other. Tommy didn’t want to but his friend started shooting at him so he had to kill him and Tommy got a #1 Victory Royale. Tommy then added his friend from the lobby menu so they played duos, so they landed at Shifty Shafts and they both saw that there was another team there with them so they both got a weapon and Tommy killed one of them but his partner got down but luckily...
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...crooked smile on his face. I stared up at him. “I know what you’re doing Carter Greenspan,” I told him. “You want me to stand up so you can open my closet door and see my dress.” “No!” Carter said sarcastically. “Why would you accuse me of such a thing?” he asked, reaching down and grabbing my arm. I tried shaking him off, but was unsuccessful. He pulled on my arm forcefully and dragged me across the carpet. My pants were slippery enough that they slid easily. As he reached for the doorknob I shouted “Wait!” He paused and looked at me. “Yes?” he asked. “If you see my dress before prom I’m not going to go!” I threatened. “Oh, so you’re going to tell your mother and Trudi that you’re not going to prom after they took you dress shopping?” he asked. “Yes,” I said confidently. Carter sighed and dropped his hand from the doorknob. “Fine,” he conceded. I won’t look at it. But it better be worth the wait.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “It will be,” I promised. He extended his hand toward me to help me up. I grabbed it as I began to pull myself up; Carter tried to pull me up, which caused me to slam hard into his chest, knocking the wind out of me. “Ouch,” I said breathlessly, taking a step back. “I’m sorry,” Carter muttered, looking away and rubbing the spot where I had hit his chest. “It’s okay,” I said. Just then, I heard the doorknob turn and the door crack open. “Vi,” Trudi’s voice came through the crack. “Dinner is almost ready.” “Okay,” I said. I looked...
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...There was a long sigh from Mason, “ Yeah, alright, we just feel bad considering all you used to do was skate.” Mason sounded sad. We sat in awkward silence for a bit, then, looking at my skateboard when I came up with an idea. “Here!” I looked up and so did everyone else. “I’ll come to the skate park!” This was the most excited I’d been in a while. Everyone just looked at me like I was crazy. “I’ll just watch.” I slipped in not the most convincing voice, But they all agreed to let me go anyway. I grabbed my skateboard with excitement and followed my friends to Hannah’s car. She’s the only one with a car, her car was a silver Honda. It was new, so it still smelt really good, like new car. Hannah was driving with Lachlan sitting shotgun. I was behind the driver's seat and Mason was next to me. “So, is Thunder Thud coming back?” asked Mason with a smile. We used to skate together all the time, me and him. The whole group liked to skate, just not as much as Mason and I. I opened my mouth with a smile as I was about to respond, Then Lachlan interrupted me. “Mason, he doesn’t have a leg.” He sounded like a mom “He can still skate!” Mason responded angrily “I’m right here, and I can make decisions for myself” I sounded aggravated, because I was, “I have two legs, one of them maybe prosthetic, but I can learn to skate on it!” I knew they can tell that Mason and I were mad because Hannah changed the subject fast. “Did any of you bring wax?” “I saw some in your trunk when I was putting...
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...“Welcome back, you little worm.” he gloated loudly, like thunder rumbling in the caravan. “I've made sure your stay will be just as nice as your previous. Although, don't try to flee because the Trackers would be glad to have you executed on sight.” He disappeared from sight and the caravan kept moving, closer and closer until we reached the large metal building that sat next to the mines. A large, 50 story, steel structure which covered the whole camp with its looming presence. Manson helped us down from the caravan and helped us to move into the building, where we were led to our chambers. Me, Mina and Karin were all separated fro the group, led by two different guards. I recognized theirs as being one of the traders from the marketplace and I realized that Manson wasn't the only ally from the village. Mine however, was definitely from here, a strong man, Jackal-headed wearing a guard's uniform and around his neck was a medallion of shimmering gold and silver, in the shape of an eye. He led me into the farther rooms as I remembered the hallway as the one leading to my cell and as he opened the doorway, he spoke in a deep, hushed voice. “Don't worry, kiddo, I'm with Manson. But you should keep an eye out for the captain, and I will for his son. You heard about what happened?” I nodded and he helped me into the room, locking the door behind me. “You'll be here for only a few days, don't die on us, 'kay?” I stepped around the bare room, dimly lit by the sunlight streaming through...
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...Step 1: Venting • Mediator: Hi Sally, how are you? • Sally: Not good at all • Mediator: Can you tell me why is that • Sally: I cannot work with Brandon! • Mediator: You sound frustrated, can you explain more • Sally: Well, Brandon uses such vulgar language at work, and he is always taking advantage of me • Mediator: Can you give me an example of that? • Sally: He always ask for my help, but then takes all the credit Step 2: Clarify • Mediator: What I am hearing is that you are disturbed by Brandon’s usage of vulgar language • Sally: Yes! • Mediator: If I understand correctly, you also feel that he asks for your help and never gives you recognition • Sally: Right! Step 3: Imagine • Mediator: Sally, can you put yourself in Brandon's shoes? • Sally: I refuse to believe there is a reason for people to behave the way he does • Mediator: How do you see the outcome of this conflict? • Sally: I want him to stop using vulgar language around me, he should not be even speaking that way at work Step 4: Choose • Mediator: Sally, are you willing to meet with Brandon so we can talk about this more? • Sally: Sure, that is if he can talk without swearing • Mediator: Sally, I know you are upset with Brandon right now, but during the mediation process will you be okay to give Brandon a fair chance to explain himself? • Sally: Okay, I guess so • Mediator: I just want to make sure both you and Brandon have the chance to say what needs to be said, in a respectful way • Sally: Okay Step 5:...
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...It was very quiet and that was not a good sign. It was when the third one she knocked back that concern would be an understatement. “Are you going to tell me what is bothering you or do I have to take matters into my own hands?” “Snap,” Bobby called, “Cody had a visitor today.” “Don’t tell me my mother is bothering you again. Just tell her you know how to cook and leave it at that. You may have to put her to shame once or twice, but that is a small price to pay for peace and quiet.” “The visitor was Fulton James,” Bobby said. “What did he want, a handout?” Snap spat furiously. “Or, did he want to have his butt handed to him for being in the same room with you? I wish I was there to help you toss him out on his...
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...Summary: Bucky and the reader makes plans to go running. A loud banging on your door jostled you awake. You groaned and roamed around in your bed, trying to figure out who you were and where you are. A long groan escapes your mouth as you come alive and gets ready to curse out whoever is disturbing you. Bucky’s roaring voice calls out as he opens the door. ‘’What a fine morning, am I right Y/N?’’ Bucky says amused as he takes in your messy form sprawled out on the bed. You groan and lift your head to glare at him, ‘’what the hell, Barnes?’’ you say with a frown. ‘’You promised we could go running, doll’’, he says and walks over to grab your hands and pulls you, so you’re sitting up. ‘’It is 6:30 and I feel dead, so I’m not going running, Buck’’ you whine. He chuckles and combs a hand through your messy hair. ‘’come one, I’ll make some coffee for you’’ he says and drags you out of your warm bed by your waist and into the kitchen. He plants you on a barstool by the kitchen island. You rest your head on the counter and lets out a dramatic sigh. Early mornings were not your thing and Bucky knew that Bucky stands by the coffeemaker, waiting, while he looks at you ‘’you’re so cute, doll’’ he says with a bright smile. You lift your head to send him a glare while trying to hold back a smile at seeing his amused smile. ‘’You know when I said we could go running, I didn’t mean this early’’ He sets down a cup of coffee in front of you and you start sipping it, starting to feel more alert...
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