My House
My house at the age of 7 | My house at the age of 16 |
Everything felt big Dad and Sis was here Excitement of a new house Toys = Fun Colour = Vibrate, colourful Sound = Tv, laughter, sister playing guitar/piano, kitchen utensil when mum cooks Smell = air freshioner lavender New Furniture introduced like a foreign student entering a brand new welcoming school Furniture gleaming Sister chasing me, dad pranking me. Weather Every morning, the excitement of watching spongebob Atmosphere Hue | Everything feels small Me and mum left, rasping voice of my mum Disappointment of house, ungrated full when comparing. Hw = Stress Toys = feel like Andy like toy story. Dim colours Sound = Empty, Silence Smell = mixture of deoderant and stench of unwashed clothes lying helplessly on the floor. Furniture now looks bored and old sick of each other. Furniture rusty/dusty Accompanied by the articificial voice of my phone. Every morning, depressed comparing my life to those on insta. Weather Titanic and Iceberg Atmosphere Hue |
Language Techniques
Language Technique | Example |
Alliteration | |
Assonance | |
Onomatopoeia | |
Repetition | |
Parallel construction | |
Simile | |
Metaphor | |
Personification | |
Pun | |
Symbolism | |
Contrast | |
Hyperbole | |
Simple sentence | |
Compound sentence | |
Complex sentence | |
Rhetorical question | |
Listing |
Order
Order | Before | After |
Sound | Tv, laughter, sister playing guitar/piano, kitchen utensil when mum cooks | Silenced, only had the aritcial sound of my phone to accompany me like it was non digetic sound added in a film. |
People | Mum, Dad and Sis comforting me like bubble wrap protecting something | The bubble wrap had popped. |
Relationship | My heart, Titanic, the departure of my father, the iceberg | |
Emotion | Love and stuff | Emptiness, a missing jigsaw peice in my heart |
Hue | Vibrant | Black and White, Ying and yang |
Size | Big, | Small, Outgrown |
Furniture | New furniture gleamed, excited to meet their new class mates for life. | Furniture looks bored and sick of each other |
Lights were broken, didnt even have the gleam of my fathers smile upon me. |