I have to write a satirical narrative for my english class and i just want some opinions on it. Here it is and I hope you enjoy!!
She pulls out her key and unlocks her front door. She places the bag of groceries on the table and begins putting them away. Once she’s done she goes and sits on the couch and turns on the television.
“Good evening!” the reporter chirped, and proceeded to tell her exactly why the evening wasn’t good. She sighed and turned the television off, tired of all the depressing news stories. Someone was murdered, someone was kidnapped, someone was robbed. This world had turned into a violent place, and she was sick of hearing it.
She begins to pick up a book, but the phone rings. She sighs, puts the book down and picks up the phone.
“Hello,” a melodic voice said. It sounded neither female, nor male, but it was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. “Would you like to take part in a survey? It will only take a moment.” She blinked, mesmerized by the voice on the other end.
“O-of course.” she murmured. “Alright, how old are you?” “I am twenty-two.” she says. “Ok, are you married.” She sighed sadly, and replied, “I was, my husband died six months ago.” There was a pause. “I am sorry. Last question. What is the most prized possession of yours?” She raised an eyebrow and said, “I would have to say my most prized possession of mine would have to be my husband’s wedding ring.”
“Thank you for your time.” “W-wait!” she said. “What was this survey for?”
The line then went dead. She blinked, finally free of the hypnotizing voice. She picked up the book and opened it to the page she was last on.
She suddenly got the feeling that something wasn’t right. She put the book down and went to her bedroom. Moving the painting of some ducks on a pond, she entered in the six digit code for the safe hidden in the wall. She picked up her husband’s wedding ring and examined it. Once she was sure that the ring was okay she put it back in the safe.
She started to close the safe, but something made her stop. She picked the ring back up, grabbed a bottle of gold cleaner and took it into the kitchen sink. After she cleaned it she put the ring back into the safe, cooked some dinner and went to bed.
She got up the next day and walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. After she go the coffee going she went into the living room to see the morning news, but something made her stop and go check on her husband’s ring. It was still in the safe, shiny and clean, just like she left it. She walked out of the room to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. She sat down at the table and sighed.
I miss him. She thought. Every day is a struggle without him. I wish that he were still here. I’m glad that the man that killed him is behind bars, but… it’s just not enough. It doesn’t bring Hank back!
She dumped the half-drank coffee in the sink and got dressed. She walked out the front door, got in her car and went to work. At work, her boss called her into his office and told her that she got a raise. She pretended to be happy, but inside she was despondent. She went back home and turned on the television. She tried to concentrate on the soap opera but she was so tired she ended up falling asleep.
We walk out of the restaurant holding hands. I look up at him as we walk down the street. He sees me looking at him.
“What’s up baby?” he asks. I smile at him. “Nothing.” I say. “I just love you so much I can’t stop looking at you.” He laughs and pulls me close.
“I love you too baby.” He leans down and his warm, soft lips meet mine. While he’s kissing me, it feels like nothing bad could ever happen to us. He pulls away and I look into his bright blue eyes.
“Joyce, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” he says. “I love you more than you could ever know.” I sigh and hug him.
“I love you too.” I say. “And I have some good news to tell you.” He looks down at me, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“What is it hon?” he asks me. “You know what we’ve been wanting for a while?” I say. His face lights up.
“Really?!” he says incredulously. “You’re pregnant?” A smile erupts across my face. “Yep!” I say. He picks me up and spins me around like a father would do to his daughter. He puts me down and sighs.
“I can’t believe we’re having a baby!” he tells me. He grabs my hand and we begin walking down the street again.
“When’s it due?” he asks.
“Well, I talked to the doctor and she said the baby is due towards the beginning of February.” I say. We get a couple more steps down the street when a black Dodge Viper comes squealing around the corner, with a man hanging out the window with a gun in his hand. Bullets come flying out of the barrel, and people drop to the ground, screaming. I drop like a rock and lay flat on the ground. The Viper sped around another corner and people begin getting their cell phones out to call 911.
“Hank,” I say, looking over. Hank is lying on the ground with his hands over his heart. Blood is oozing between his fingers.
“Joyce…” he says with a shaky breath. Tears spring to my eyes as the light begins to fade from his eyes.
“No, Hank.” I whisper. “Please don’t die. What about the baby, what about me?” He turns his head and looks at me.
“Don’t cry Joyce. You and the baby will be fine.” A cough erupts from his chest, sending droplets of blood onto my skirt. “I love you so much, just please don’t cry. I never like to see you cry.” I wipe the tears from my eyes, following my husband’s last wishes.
“I will always love you Joyce, don’t ever forget that………” His voice fades and his eyes go dark.
The next day I wake up in a pool of blood, and realize that the last living part of Hank, has died with him………
She wakes up on the couch, drenched in sweat. She looks at the clock and sees that it’s one in the morning. Sighing, she gets off the couch and goes to her bedroom. She looks at the painting of ducks and gets a bad feeling. She opens the safe and gets out the ring.
It’s fine. She tells herself, but she can’t seem to put it down. She takes it to the kitchen table and puts it right in the middle. She stares at it for the rest of the night. The next morning, she grabs the gold cleaner and cleans it again. She doesn’t eat, or drink.
The only thing she cares about at this point is her husband’s ring. It’s the last part of him she has. She stares at it, cleans it, and cares for it like one would care for a baby, for three days.
The last day, barely hanging on, she sings her and her husband’s song to it, Harder Than You Know. With her last breath she utters, “Baby don’t’ talk to me, I’m trying to let go. Not loving you is harder than you know. Babe, you’re driving me so crazy……”
Everyone in the world received the same phone call that Joyce did. Everyone in the world was mesmerized by the voice at the other end. Everyone in the world died within a week of each other. Human nature is a curious thing.
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