H.W.   Give another Point of View to the Prologue of Antigone.
 

                  I Antigone feel the love for my brother who was important and a hero to me.  I cannot let the body of the one who is part of my flesh lay in the ground like meat to feed others.   The laws of the town try to hold my love back like chains to my heart that hold my bother far from me.  I am not like my sister who is letting those chains to hold her back from the love that we must have, she scare but I am not I will hold my head up high where my brother could see me.  She worries so much and tells me that I am mad but her love does not explain to her what we must do, its because he is our brother and her deserves a proper burial.
She fears because she says that I should see my Father deaths.  I Antigone told her that Creon has buried our brother, Eteocles, with military honors, gave him a soldier's funeral.  I do not go against it, he did deserve this burial. But to Polyneices who had fought so bravely but died miserably.   But just because the law says that he doesn't deserve this, he fought for them and die for them.  He Creon has announce what would be the death of the person that feels sarrow or does anything to burie him.  I know the law but I am a true sister and I don't want to feel like my sister Iseme a traitor.  She wishes to keep it like a secret but no, no, she should tell everyone about it because they will all recognize who I am and my reason to this action.  I strong with my heart to feel the stones scartch my felsh and hurt me until death is come upon me.
 
 
 
 
 

H.W. Point of view of the "One hour Story"

    Mrs. Mallard > Character
Why she felt happy > what
Dairy > Form

    A news is heard to my ears my husband hads died.  I decide to enter a room where I could express to the silence, my feelings.  People are trying to help my sarrow.  But I want to be alone because I am alone and confuse.  I feel like if thre is a joy in my heart when it is time of sarrow.  My husband the one I share my life with, has die.  But to me this is a moment of freedom.  A moment when I don't worry what to do when I see the time and know that my husband is around the neighborhood and don't have anything cooked or at night when I think thqt I have to do in the morning for him.  During rainy days I would miss him, because I needed the warmth of a soul like his but the rain now refreshes me and breaks my chains free.  I now could lean on my chair in any certain way without being call the attention of not a right way for a lady to sit.  But now I hear the voicesa of others worring about me and I have decided to come out but what I have seen has broke my dream into tiny pieces my husband has not died I am not free but slaved again.  I have not wish to live this I choose to be free in death.