Figurative vs. Literal Language: Which Is More Beneficial?

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The author’s comments:

I wrote this paper for my English 2 class to help me navigate the process of opening my Etsy art and crafts store. The store is called ‘Foxes N’ Things’ and will feature fox art for fox fanatics like me. I hope that it will help other teen entrepeneurs.

Gorgeous scenery decorated with fluttering butterflies, or a blue canvas with butterflies created with oil paint? Which drew you in more: the vivid figurative depiction or the literal explanation? Figurative language may urge a customer of handcrafts to purchase because of the stirring description, however, literal language must be written for the consumer to know what they’re buying. What is more beneficial to a hand-crafter and a customer: figurative language, literal language, or a combination?

The definitions of figurative and literal language are the exact opposite of each other. Figurative language “appeals to the senses”. It vibrantly illustrates an image in the reader’s mind using metaphors, similes, personification, and hyperboles. In particular, figurative language is seen in fantasy, science-fiction and other genres. In contrast, literal language is factual and accurate; it uses a word’s definite meaning. For instance, literal language is found in scientific writings, economic reports, and more. How would these two languages apply to descriptions of handcrafted products? I asked the opinions of two Etsy crafters to see what they preferred and why.

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Mythology

"Mythology" by AmaSepia at age 13
“Mythology” by AmaSepia at age 13

 

“Mythology,” a fantasy short story, was awarded Honorable in The Scholastic Art And Writing Awards, NH in 2013

Published in The Middle & High School Voices 2013, National Writing Project in New Hampshire.

In modern day Japan, a 13 year old boy lived in the Japanese countryside in a dark, isolated house around a strange, murky forest. He was strictly home schooled by his mysterious parents. The boy never saw them: he only felt their presence. His parents were very reserved and hated all living things. They were both afraid of sunlight and plants shriveled up and died in their presence.

The boy’s name was Yasashii: Yasashii Hinata. He was a shy boy with spiky, jet black hair, which was streaked with silver. His hazel eyes constantly changed color.

Yasashii had no human friends. His only companion was a wild, female, raccoon dog named Mizuhime. They are dog-like raccoons, dark brown in color with black stripes. Their bodies are very fluffy.

Every day Mizuhime joined Yasashii near a clear pond filled with bright, green lily pads. The pond was situated near the gloomy, sinister forest, which was rumored to be cursed by an evil being. They met at the pond to search for the bizarre creatures that surrounded it. Yasashii never told his parents about Mizuhime. He knew if they ever found out about her, they would kill her and force him to bury her rotting corpse. This happened with every animal companion he bonded with.

One day, when Yasashii went to the pond to play with Mizuhime, his parents were looking out of a grimy window, and they discovered him playing with the raccoon dog. They left the window, and Yasashi immediately knew what was going to happen. Suddenly, Mizuhime morphed into a young girl! Yasashi was stunned and he stammered “You’re a-A HUMAN?’’. Mizuhime pulled him behind an elderly oak tree, a few Centuries old. “I am not a human!! I’ll tell you more later,” she whispered. “Meet me here at midnight, and bring all your belongings with you.”

“Why do I have to do that? Don’t you know my parents would kill me if I came out her at midnight?”

“JUST SHUDDUP AND MEET ME HERE!”

Fine, but you didn’t have to be rude about it”, Yasashii muttered quietly under his breath. Yasashii said bye to Mizuhime, but before he left, the shadowy outlines of his parents appeared once again in the window, trying to find where his friend went. He turned around to look for her too, but she furtively disappeared into the cursed forest. When he got back to his house, he went straight to his room.

The inside of their house was very depressing. It felt as if a dark presence was watching his every step, trying to take over his body. The walls were made of worn down wood, painted with a black paint, which was fading away gradually, like it was painted years ago. The floor was covered with mud and dirt. He always tried to clean up the mess, but as soon as he turned around, the mess suddenly appeared again. However, his room was always clean, bright and filled with light.

His room was covered with mythological posters of dragons, foxes, raccoon dogs, and his all time favorite, the Kirin. A Kirin is a beautiful, rare, creature that is similar to a unicorn with scales that gleam like a glorious full moon. He dreamed of riding a Kirin one day. After seeing his friend, Mizuhime morph into a young girl, his suspicions were confirmed. He now knew that mythological creatures were real!

While Yasashi was packing up his belongings in his spotless room he thought,

I probably should bring my mythology book, I might find a new mythological
Creature” When he was done packing, he jumped onto his bed, and thought about Mizuhime’s new form. She had long brunette hair, amethyst eyes, light, tanned, glowing skin and a fluffy, soft, sepia tail with black stripes. She had a stunning, exotic face with a mischievous look in her eyes. Yasashi smiled, and turned off the lights in his room.

He dreamed of Mizuhime.

When Yasashi woke up, he checked his clock on the front wall of his room. The

time was 11:12 pm. He looked out the dim window behind his bed, and saw a striking pure, black, night sky. There was a half moon that sparkled with a golden light. He got up and put on his clothes. He quickly slid into a warm, black jacket with white and gray designs and a baby blue graphic tee shirt and tan khakis. Rummaging around to make sure he had everything, he finally picked everything up and moved across his room.

He slowly opened the window and climbed out of it, walking on the ledge. In one huge bound he jumped down onto the dead grass surrounding the house, and ran to the pond. Mizuhime was there in her raccoon dog form, looking straight up at him. She morphed into a girl again. “Why are you so late? Its 12:30!” Yasashi was surprised, “How can it be 12:30 I snuck out at 11:12!? That doesn’t even make sense!” “Well, time flies pretty fast, so you gotta get here on time! Anyway, we’re going through the forest, so grab my hand!” Mizuhime said impatiently.

“I don’t wanna go through the forest, it’s cursed!”

“What? Are you afraid? Come on, we’re wasting time here!”
Mizuhime grabbed his hand and bolted into the forest. Yasashii screamed like a girl. He was shocked at what he saw. Standing in front of him was a beautiful Kirin. Surrounding it was a beautiful, strange world filled with all the creatures he carried with him in his book. Yasashi stood transfixed as he was transported into the world of his dreams.

(940 WORDS)

By AmaSepia age 13

Rock Your Freedom Of Speech Responsibly☀️😊

Reposted from iamthatgirl.com (link below)

"Freedom" by AmaSepa Jones
“Freedom” by AmaSepa Jones

By: Amaranthia Gittens-Jones, Guest Blogger

“For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.”

—Nelson Mandela (1918-2013) Former President of South Africa

Freedom is not so free. The right of freedom of speech doesn’t imply you should always say what you wish to say, no matter the cost. First, you should examine the circumstances: Is it hurtful to those receiving your words? Is it significant or only diminishing? Are people going to truly listen and hear your perspective? If there is a repercussion, will it be worth it?

Racial discrimination is a pitiable excuse for freedom of speech. I’ve witnessed instances of prejudice since I turned 8. When I moved to my house 6 years ago, my Mom and I were walking to the local post office when suddenly people from a truck yelled the n-word at us. A Caucasian girl at school called me a monster because of my dread-locked hair. When I went to public school, I heard the n-word and other deprecating language used habitually against minorities on the bus. To me, these are examples of irresponsibility with words or reckless speech.

Here in the U.S, we have freedom of speech, but how often are our words raising uplifting points? Do they consistently bring positivity into the world? The justification I often hear whenever mortifying words are used are along the lines of, “I have freedom of speech and I can say whatever I want.” Hearing this and even seeing it online constantly is similar to a heaving, mass pulling you down. Unfortunately, people who use the above excuse will probably never listen to you or listen to themselves, to realize how nauseating or degrading their words are….☀️😊

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Thank Your Obstacles ☀️😊

 

"In positive" by AmaSepia Jones
“In positive” by AmaSepia Jones

Reposted from iamthatgirl.com

By: Amaranthia Gittens-Jones, Guest Blogger

“Great character is forged through hardships.” -Eiji Yoshikawa (1892 – 1962)

People always thank their triumphs, but seldom thank their obstacles. If we didn’t have obstacles, we wouldn’t learn lessons that could propel us forward. One of my favorite quotes is something along the lines of “when you run into an obstacle, think of yourself as a bow and arrow. In order for the arrow to hit its target, it has to be pulled backwards so it can be shot in its goal.” To reach an aspiration, you might be held back, but eventually you’ll get to where you want to be if you keep trying.

Always push through obstacles by remaining optimistic. Having a cynical outlook won’t get you anywhere. Constantly putting yourself down and letting negative voices fill your head decreases your self-esteem. Be self-assured while confronting obstacles. Stand strong and keep pushing at walls until they crumble.

I was diagnosed with an auto-immune condition in 2013 after seven years of bullying. Teachers at school would scarcely do anything to resolve it. I tried to construct an anti-bullying campaign, but teachers and students rejected it. I left school for good, a week early in June 2013, after becoming ill and stressed. In August 2013 I tested positive with an auto-immune condition and further tests were planned to clarify a number of other health issues. My health issues were directly linked to seven years of trauma from bullying. I worked hard to take charge of my health with the support of parents and doctors….☀️😊

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