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U1l5a1 Summative Assessment Langelotti Stefansic
U1l5a1 Summative Assessment Langelotti Stefansic
U1l5a1 Summative Assessment Langelotti Stefansic
Dr. McCarter
Sulking with hatred, I ache for flesh. Empowered by the distaste of God, I quickly forge
out of the depth, my claws sinking in the immeasurable marsh-land (imagery-sight). The barren
swamp becomes dry land. Closer, I scurry. Closer, I hear. Closer, I see the golden halls(imagery-
the Geat’s feast. Picking up the speed, I feel my mind’s behavior spiral out of control. Anger fills
me as I remember my life as an outcast. Forever in the shadows of the people is where I have
lived. But for no longer shall I suffer. Tonight, is the commencement of my revenge. Reeking of
retaliation(alliteration-r), I break out into a sprint. My claws drag against the stone(imagery-
touch/sound) as the night’s crisp odor(imagery-smell) fuels my delight. Seeping out of the
hidden fog, I reach for the door. Momentarily, I stop. Taken aback by the stench of the fresh
flesh(imagery-smell), my mind loses its grip as all sleeping eyes lay in front of me. I rip the door
the lack of moonlight in the hall. I slithered through, leaving a stench of rotten corpses, death’s
odor(imagery-smell, kenning) behind. The floor creaks(imagery-sound) with each dragged step.
fresh food(alliteration-s), laying on a platter in front of me. My stomach begs for my jaws to sink
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into the savory taste(imagery-taste) of honorable men, god’s warriors, angels of war (kenning). If
only their savior was here for them, but here I lie. My single, murderous, blood crusted
claw(imagery-sight) extends out, gripping one of the Geats with a strong hold. I shred his flesh
with my blood-stained teeth(imagery-sight). Ripping his tissues apart piece by piece, my jaws
left with a grin. Nothing but the sweet scent of death(imagery-smell) in the surrounding air. My
piercing eyes shift over(imagery-sight), glaring into the soul of my next unconscious victim.
With one quick movement, I clutch their limbs, my claws anchored. But this soldier is like no
other. The soldier grabs me back, bending my arms in the opposite direction. Fear engorges my
My mother, spawn of satan (kenning), is the only thing that has ever struck fear in my
ferocious(alliteration-f) eyes before. Her glare was enough to put a man in Satan's death grip.
Her snarls leave the ears of the men who hear it bleeding(imagery-sound). Ever since childhood,
make an appearance in her peripheral. She insisted I stay in the wet marsh-lands, only leaving to
feast on the flesh(alliteration-f) of the unfortunate. I never ate one's muscles and tissues, only
small rodents that would scurry by in the tall grass. For I only admired the people. I remember
going out past the edge of the marsh-land, to watch the Dane’s children, frolic in the meadows.
They would play out late in the evening with dolls and field games. When the sun disappeared in
the West, the children would too, leaving their creations behind them for the next day. They
would rest until the sun reappeared from its depths in the Earth, then repeat until the days got too
cold for their small nibble fingers and toes(imagery-sight). I envied their freedom, the
companionship they had. When one would fall and scrape their knee on the earth's unforgiving
soil, another would ease their pain with a tender touch (alliteration-t). After the night grew
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cold(imagery-touch) and the sun hid from the world, I would scurry back to the miserable hole in
the bottom of the marsh in which I reside. Loathing the wretched life, I live.
One nightfall was like no other. I was determined to be like the children, innocent and
full of life. When they went inside, I inched closer to the fields that they called home. My limbs
were weak with exhaustion and excitement(alliteration-e). Finally, I too could be a part of the
life I yearned for so badly. I reached for a doll, made of straw and soft fabric(imagery-touch). I
for so long. A warm feeling filled my chest(imagery-touch) like no other. An unfamiliar smile
formed on my face as my eyes stayed fixed on the battered doll in front of me(imagery-sight).
Moments of stillness passed, only the wind whistled(imagery-sound). Then a rush of reality sent
chills through my spine(imagery-touch) when I heard feet sprinting through the brush of the
marsh lands. Before my head could turn to meet the eyes of the impending creature, my body
began to drag out from under me. Serrated claws gripped tight(imagery-touch) into my ragged
skin(imagery-sight), lugging my body against the dirt. My eyes shifted to the hideous creature
yanking my body through the mud, my mother. Trees moved from my mother’s eager path to
return me back to the hell-hole we called home(alliteration-h). Finally, the dragging stopped, my
back shredded from the terrain. Her snarls turned into gut-wrenching cracks into my
bone(imagery-sound/touch) for my misbehavior. Each crunch deemed less forgiving than the
last. Her jaws eased and the lesson was taught without words. She scurried back to her corner of
the den, leaving me open wounded for the night creatures to see. As I lay there, my terror and
shock began to form an incurable rage. Jealousy. If I could not experience the life of the Danes,
they cannot either. My envy is hatred. My admiration is wrath. The reminder of my hatred brings
me back to reality.
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soldier with no weapons other than his bare hand (imagery-sight). Armed with his honesty and
nobility, he causes me to grow worrisome. His grip on my arm stuns my thoughts. How can a
commoner have such strength to feel as if he can control me? Who even is this strange warrior?
Taken aback by his power, I struggle to be released from his tight grip.
the powerful grip of the fearless soldier (kenning) and flee to my marsh, safety will be restored.
But no longer shall I sulk in the shadows (alliteration). My time in the light is now, and I shall
reign. I dig my claws into the cold, hard floors as I am gripped by the neck (imagery-touch).
Fighting for my freedom (alliteration), I suddenly lose my interest in flesh and seek the shadows.
Air quickly escapes my lungs as panic fuels my veins (imagery-feel). Engaged in my survival, I
am reminded of the anger I hold. Writhing in pain, I battle with the town’s savior(kenning) to
seek asylum.
The King’s home(kenning) trembles as benches break, walls shatter, and terror triumphs
(imagery-sound). Delighted with the destroyal (alliteration-d), I continue my battle against the
Savior of the Danes (kenning). Splendor rings my ears(imagery-sound) as I soak up the screams
and fighting words of the opponents. Shrieks of fear freshen the room(imagery-sound) and
welcome my presence. As my amusement peaks, the air grows hot as hell. A chill runs down my
spine(imagery-touch) as I see him reach for me. My screams engulf the hall as the city’s savior
The once sleeping bodies surround me. The calm atmosphere of my prior arrival has
escaped the atmosphere and has quickly been replaced with the abhorrence of war. Taking in a
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deep breath, I recognize the differences of power in this soldier. My ultimate challenger,
The voices started off faintly. The ringing of Hell’s Angels call at my ear (imagery-
sound). Desiring my atrocious soul to return home, they urge me to persist. My helpless body lay
limp on the grounds with anger still pulsing through my veins(imagery-touch). Hatred has
always fueled me, but my power is gone. For I fear the end but I twist, crack, and scrape my
bones(imagery-feel) together to return to my lair. Scurrying without the splendor I once held, I
I push my aching body through the mud, my arm leaving a trail of blood behind. My
Her punishments fired my actions. The cruelty she instilled in me has shaped who I am today. I
urged for normalcy but was struck with denial. The only thing my mouth will mutter is groans of
pain and defeat (imagery-sound). I mope back to the home I had since called mine. The smell of
disappointment in my mother’s breath waded through the brush and vegetation (imagery-smell).
She snickers at me as I curl into a helpless weakling, gasping in each breath I take. Blood pools
Key:
Imagery = Imagery
Kennings = Kennings
Alliteration = Alliteration
Works Cited
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www.bpi.edu/ourpages/auto/2017/9/13/4276466/beowulf__raffel_translation_/.pdf.