Jekyll and Hyde Response #4:

 Author’s Note: This response was inspired by the very last chapter in Jekyll and Hyde, where the truth comes out and everything is explained. My goal was to sum up the main point of the chapter in a short poem. But, I became motivated to write this poem not only by this chapter, but the entire story. I really tried to reflect Jekyll’s feelings of confusion and sorrow that were shown throughout the novella. I really hope you like it. Personally, I think it’s my best out of all of the Jekyll and Hyde responses we have done. So enjoy!

My heart sinks in deep remorse
At the thought of what I’ve done.
Evil’s finally run its course.
Over goodness it has won.

For months I’ve felt great sorrow.

I have drowned among my fears.
The demon comes tomorrow
But today is filled with tears.

Pleasure comes with great regret.

With corruption comes despair.
The truth has not come out yet
But I loathe to clear the air.

What is wrong with your dear friend?

What’s he keeping deep inside?
Truth will only lead to end
But I tell you I am Hyde.

Yes it’s true though quite insane

But insane is far from new.
I roamed round with my fake cane
And murdered Mr. Carew.

Killed a girl with two huge strides.

I admit I loved her screams.
Cursed I am with polar sides
But my anger, oh it steams.

It approaches as we speak.

My spirit it does consume.
I can’t fight for I’m too weak
So I sit and wait for doom.

Though my life is far past done

From evil’s selfish freeing,
I live on for we are one.
In death here lies wellbeing.

Author's Note: Oh, and just a little fact to add in, every line has seven syllables which is typically known as a good, lucky number and, in religion, is often used to show completeness. Just another addition to the theme of good and evil and how they both exist within one man. :)

Jekyll and Hyde Response #3:

Author’s Note: Ok so this story took A LOT of work. I formatted it in two different ways in order to get the effect I wanted so please read both. I know it may seem long but the author's note at the end is just an explanation. If you think you understand,  then you don't have to read that. It may be confusing but, as I said before, I will explain everything. Enjoy. J

Drink in hand, I sit beside the burning flame.

The soothing fire welcomes me closer.
Its heat rages, creating an incomparable spirit deep within.
Sparks dance in circles, adorning the room with a sense of serenity.
Reaching towards the fire, power overcomes.
The feelings provoked are sacred, pulling me in gently.
A need to become one with the flame arises within me.
So I give in.
Searching to lose sight of the world, the escape is in hand.
I forget everything, focusing on the beauty of the moment.
The intake, it encompasses each organ, engulfs my entire being.
This instant is what sets me free.
My greed is the death of me.
Only now can I finally live.

Author’s Note: Now I would like you to read each font separately meaning you will read every other line.

Drink in hand, I sit beside the burning flame.

The soothing fire welcomes me closer.
Its heat rages, creating an incomparable spirit deep within.
Sparks dance in circles, adorning the room with a sense of serenity.
Reaching towards the fire, power overcomes.
The feelings provoked are sacred, pulling me in gently.
A need to become one with the flame arises within me.
So I give in.
Searching to lose sight of the world, the escape is in hand.
I forget everything, focusing on the beauty of the moment.
The intake, it encompasses each organ, engulfs my entire being.
This instant is what sets me free.
My greed is the death of me.
Only now can I finally live.

Author's Note: I was inspired by the ending of the chapter in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde titled, “The Last Night,” when Lanyon witnesses the transformation of Hyde into Jekyll. I attempted to create one original story (the first copy) that contains two separate stories within it (the second copy) representing the two personalities that make up one man. The first story is supposed to seem a little confusing, describing a man sitting in front of the fire being attracted by both the beauty and evil of the flame. The bold font of the second version represents the personality of Mr. Hyde. In this side of the story, the character becomes overwhelmed by the power the fire possesses and wants to gain that power himself, attempting to do so with the drink that ends up taking over his body and killing him. I’m not sure if you caught this, but the escape in hand that was mentioned has a connection to the drink in hand at the beginning, meaning that Hyde’s escape was the drink that caused the transformation. The smaller, italicized font is supposed to show the kind qualities of Dr. Jekyll. This point of view is of someone who is fascinated by the peacefulness of the fire and forgets his past of greed in order to be set free from his guilt. Fire is a motif throughout this book but can either be used as a good or a bad thing and I tried to show this in my story. I also tried to show the duality of man and emphasize the difference among the two personalities, Jekyll feeling guilt from Hyde’s actions, and Hyde feeling nothing but insanity and greed. I apologize for this being so long. I’m just afraid it might be confusing to read because trust me, it was definitely confusing to write. But hopefully it paid off.

Jekyll and Hyde Response #2

Authors Note: Because of the complexity of the story, there were many words I did not know or recognize. Providing a challenge for myself, I looked up 5 of these words and used them in a creative story (the definitions are on the left side of my blog). I chose to write from a certain person’s point of view…. See if you know who.

Strolling through the roads at night, engulfed in the light of the street lamps yet overcome by the darkness between, I saw him. The silhouette was still, half lit by the glow from above, half trapped in the shadows of the night. I could see in the eye under the illumination a shine like that of a carbuncle, capturing each beam of light, creating a beautiful image that led deep into his soul. This glimpse into the man’s personality, it felt like a juggernaut, using its power to control me and pull me in towards him. The connection was overwhelming, like we were both imprisoned beneath the boundaries set by a cupola, providing a path only leading forward in the direction of confrontation. I picked up one foot and put it in front of the other, making small movements towards the subject of interest. One step forward, two, then three, while keeping the man in sight. Slowly, like an animal moving in on its prey, he began his strides leading near me. Though plenty of radiance lined the streets, he chose to let his body be swallowed by the jaws of gloom, obscuring his features so the silhouette was just barely visible. His glimmering eye went dark and all attraction was lost, yet the footsteps still approached. Each gained momentum, speeding the man’s leisurely pace into a rapid walk, then jog. I stopped, perplexed by the change in mien, as he continued to come closer and closer. Despite his efforts to remain hidden, one ray of light hit his face and in that moment of recognition, fear overcame my body. Muscles tightened, breathing quickened, sweat began to roll down my back, for he was no longer the man I had seen earlier. He had become austere, rage radiating off of his body. One step backward, two, then three, but the efforts were not enough. His shoes came as close as they could before I too became trapped in the dark.

Jekyll and Hyde Response:
Authors Note: While coding "Jekyll and Hyde," I realized that opposites are a recurring motif throughout the story. For example, there are the men with different personalities and the streets with varying noises and appearances; these examples and more helped me create a poem that I think reflects the confusion of the world and captures the feelings of Dr. Jekyll who I believe has a sort of alter ego known as Mr. Hyde. Then again I could be completely wrong. It's just a guess. Enjoy! :)

 

Who am I?

Who was I meant to be?

In the past.

In the future.

Now.

My outsides.

Show one side of me.

Kindness.

Compassion.

Optimism.

My insides.

Show a different side.

Secrecy.

Anger.

Evil.

Who am I?

How am I supposed to know?

Everything is changing.

Inside.

And out.

I’m pulled.

Left       and       Right.

Up.

Down.

Closer but F a r t h e r A w a y

One answer.

Only one.

Opposites.

Make our world.

Make who we are.

Sunrise.

Red and yellow.

Sunset.

Black.

Country.

Quiet.

City.

Loud.

Stomach.

Full.

Heart.

Empty.

Who am I?

Me.

Jekyll.

I still don’t know.

My outsides.

Show one side of me.

I show the world.

But.

My.

Insides.

I.

Hyde.