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red - action
purple - dialogue
blue - description
reflection - black (labeled individually)
local color - green

all boxes are labelled w/ corresponding story

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action! oganda running for her life, basically. - the rain came

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action! oganda running for her life, basically. - the rain came

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"Oganda started to run. She must be at the lake before sunset. As she ran she heard a noise coming from behind. She looked back sharply, and something resembling a moving bush was frantically running after her. It was about to catch up with her.

Oganda ran with all her strength. She was now determined to throw herself into the water even before sunset. She did not look back, but the creature was upon her. She made an effort to cry out, as in a nightmare, but she could not hear her own voice. The creature caught up with Oganda. In the utter confusion, as Oganda came face to face with the unidentified creature, a strong hand grabbed her. But she fell flat on

the ground and fainted"

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the inciting incident for the action - what starts it - the rain came (also a monologue??sorta??.. still considering it action cause he says someone is to die...)

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the inciting incident for the action - what starts it - the rain came (also a monologue??sorta??.. still considering it action cause he says someone is to die...)

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"When Labong’o stood to address his household, his voice was hoarse and the tears choked him. He started to speak, but words refused to leave his lips. His wives and

sons knew there was great danger.. Perhaps their enemies had declared war on them. Labong’o’s eyes were red, and they could see he had been weeping. At last he told them. “One whom we love and treasure must be taken away from us. Oganda is to die.” Labong’o’s voice was so faint, that he could not hear it himself. But he continued, “The ancestors have chosen her as a sacrifice to the lake monster in order that we may have rain.”

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"As the vision faded he felt a slight shifting and loosening of the grim jaws. With a last effort of his will, dimming before the flood of unconsciousness creeping up to his brain, he allowed his body to float limp, and relaxed every straining muscle. Even as he did so, the great jaws gaped apart for an instant and the fierce head thrust itself toward him for a fresh grip. Fighting back the waves of blackness which swept across his eyes, by a quick turn and wrench he freed his imprisoned hand and, with a tremendous scissors-kick of his powerful legs, shot away just as the curved teeth struck, empty, together."

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dialogue between oganda and osinda - the rain came

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dialogue between oganda and osinda - the rain came

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“Osinda, Osinda! Please let me die. Let me run, the sun is going down. Let me die, let them have rain.” Osinda fondled the glittering chain around Oganda’s waist and wiped the tears from her face.

“We must escape quickly to the unknown land,” Osinda

said urgently. “We must run away from the wrath of the ancestors and the retaliation of the monster.”

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description of oganda's feelings - the rain came

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description of oganda's feelings - the rain came

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"Oganda felt afraid. She wanted to picture the size and shape of the monster, but fear would not let her. The society did not talk about it, nor did the crying children who were silenced by the mention of its name. The sun was still up, but it was not longer hot. For a long time Oganda walked ankle-deep in the sand. She was exhausted and longed desperately for her calabash of water. As she moved on, she had a strange

feeling that something was following her. Was it the monster? Her hair stood erect, and a cold paralyzing feeling ran along her spine. She looked behind, sideways and in front, but there was nothing, except a cloud of dust."

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dialogue between oganda and grandmother - the rain came

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dialogue between oganda and grandmother - the rain came

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"The lean figure in the doorway startled Oganda who was rapt in thought about the man she loved. “You have frightened me, Grandma,” said Oganda laughing. “Tell me, is it my marriage you were discussing? You can take it from me that I won’t marry any of them.” A smile played on her lips again. She was

coaxing the old lady to tell her quickly, to tell her they were pleased with Osinda.

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literally the only time anyone talks - to build a fire

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literally the only time anyone talks - to build a fire

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"You were right, old hoss; you were right," the man mumbled to the old-timer of Sulphur Creek."

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"There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun. "

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action! scary crackling thing - to build a fire

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action! scary crackling thing - to build a fire

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"As he turned to go on, he spat speculatively. There was a sharp, explosive crackle that startled him. He spat again. And again, in the air, before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled. He knew that at fifty below spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle had crackled in the air. "

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" His arm-muscles not being frozen enabled him to press the hand-heels tightly against the matches. Then he scratched the bunch along his leg. It flared into flame, seventy sulphur matches at once! There was no wind to blow them out. He kept his head to one side to escape the strangling fumes, and held the blazing bunch to the birch-bark. As he so held it, he became aware of sensation in his hand. His flesh was burning. He could smell it. Deep down below the surface he could feel it. The sensation developed into pain that grew acute."

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jimmy is so stubborn (jim and jimmy dialogue - mini argument i guess) - the reef

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jimmy is so stubborn (jim and jimmy dialogue - mini argument i guess) - the reef

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“When the moon rises,” said his’ grandfather at length, “we will start for home.”

The boy shook his head obstinately.

“Tomorrow, as soon as it is light,” he said, “I dive again to bring up such white coral as has not been seen on Carib Island in my day.”

“In your day!” exclaimed old Jim Tom, much incensed. “In your minute—for that is all you have lived. Never has any man made a better haul than you. Be satisfied. The reef is not fortunate for the greedy.”

“My silk-sponge was won from the jaws of a shark and my shell from the conger eel,” returned the boy, doggedly. “I ask no favors of the reef.”

The old man glanced around apprehensively, while the water seemed to chuckle as it lapped against the coral.

“It is not lucky to talk that way,” he said softly. “Sleep now,” he went on after a pause. “When morning comes, perhaps there will be a better spirit in you and we will go home.”

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a little backstory description - the rain came

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a little backstory description - the rain came

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"When Labong’o was consecrated chief he was only a young man. Unlike his father,  he ruled for many years with only one wife. But people rebuked him because his only wife did not bear him a daughter. He married a second, a third, and a fourth wife.

But they all gave birth to male children. When Labong’o married a fifth wife she bore him a daughter. They called her Oganda, meaning “beans,” because her skin was very fair. Out of Labong’o’s twenty children, Oganda was the only girl. Though she was the chief’s favorite, her mother’s co-wives swallowed their jealous feeling and showered her with love. After all, they said, Oganda was a female child whose days in the royal family were numbered. She would soon marry at a tender age and leave the enviable position to someone else."

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literally the first paragraph - the reef

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literally the first paragraph - the reef

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"Lune-green and amber, a strip of fading sky glowed across the trail of the vanished sun. Far below, the opal sea paled to mother-of-pearl. Then, over sea and sky, strode the sudden dark of the tropics and in an instant the southern stars flamed and flared through the violet night. A long, tense moment, with sea and sky waiting, and a rim of raw gold thrust itself above the horizon as the full moon of midsummer climbed toward the zenith."

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action/description?? more action - the sniper

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action/description?? more action - the sniper

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"The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the parapet. The distance was about fifty yards — a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil."

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Then she said, “Now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?”

Firmly gripped by his shirt front, the boy said, “Yes’m.”

The woman said, “What did you want to do it for?”

The boy said, “I didn’t aim to.”

She said, “You a lie!”

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action: ish? it's kind of scary and suspenseful - to build a fire

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action: ish? it's kind of scary and suspenseful - to build a fire

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"The dead fingers could neither touch nor clutch. He was very careful. He drove the thought of his freezing feet, and nose, and cheeks, out of his mind, devoting his whole soul to the matches. He watched, using the sense of vision in place of that of touch, and when he saw his fingers on each side the bunch, he closed them — that is, he willed to close them, for the wires were down, and the fingers did not obey. He pulled the mitten on the right hand, and beat it fiercely against his knee. Then, with both mittened hands, he scooped the bunch of matches, along with much snow, into his lap."

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"This dark hair-line was the trail — the main trail — that led south five hundred miles to the Chilcoot Pass, Dyea, and salt water; and that led north seventy miles to Dawson, and still on to the north a thousand miles to Nulato, and finally to St. Michael on Bering Sea, a thousand miles and half a thousand more."

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"The blood of his body recoiled before it. The blood was alive, like the dog, and like the dog it wanted to hide away and cover itself up from the fearful cold. So long as he walked four miles an hour, he pumped that blood, willy-nilly, to the surface; but now it ebbed away and sank down into the recesses of his body. The extremities were the first to feel its absence. His wet feet froze the faster, and his exposed fingers numbed the faster, though they had not yet begun to freeze. Nose and cheeks were already freezing, while the skin of all his body chilled as it lost its blood."

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"It was not because he was long used to it. He was a newcomer in the land, a chechaquo,"

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"and said he cal’klated to edercate him"

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neighbor rosicky - local color (accent) 

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neighbor rosicky - local color (accent) 

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"...I was pitchin' hay last summer, dat's all."

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"Both had the cinnamon-red skins of the Red Caribs"

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He set his suit-case on the table, and opened it out flat. From that time on he seemed to be unconscious of the presence of anyone else. He laid out the shining, queer implements swiftly and orderly, whistling softly to himself as he always did when at work. In a deep silence and immovable, the others watched him as if under a spell.

In a minute Jimmy’s pet drill was biting smoothly into the steel door. In ten minutes — breaking his own burglarious record — he threw back the bolts and opened the door.

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"Dat widder woman"

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“Now, Valentine,” said the warden, “you’ll go out in the morning. Brace up, and make a man of yourself. You’re not a bad fellow at heart. Stop cracking safes, and live straight.”

“Me?” said Jimmy, in surprise. “Why, I never cracked a safe in my life.”

“Oh, no,” laughed the warden. “Of course not. Let’s see, now. How was it you happened to get sent up on that Springfield job? Was it because you wouldn’t prove an alibi for fear of compromising somebody in extremely high-toned society? Or was it simply a case of a mean old jury that had it in for you? It’s always one or the other with you innocent victims.”

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And then,” went on the old man, fiercely, “everything went red around me. I gripped my spike and dove and swam, as I never swam before, down to that lurking, ugly demon. In a second I was on him and stabbed him with all my might,—once, twice, three times,—until, dying, he went off the ledge into the depths below and I followed him beyond, to where no man may dare to swim. There he died. As his hateful mouth gaped I dragged out your father by the arm and brought him back to the top; but when I climbed with him into the canoe he was dead, and I was as you see me now—dead too from the waist down. All the rest of that day and all the night beyond and the next day I paddled and paddled until we came home—my dead son and I. No, no,” went on the old man, “let us try the safer side of the reef.”

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Only last winter he had had such a good breakfast at Rosicky's, and that when he needed it. He had  been out all night on a long, hard confinement case at Tom Marshall's,--a big rich farm where there

was plenty of stock and plenty of feed and a great deal of expensive farm machinery of the newest  model, and no comfort whatever. The woman had too many children and too much work, and she was

no manager. When the baby was born at last, and handed over to the assisting neighbour woman

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"She was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. It had a long strap, and she carried it slung across her shoulder. It was about eleven o’clock at night, and she was walking alone, when a boy ran up behind her and tried to snatch her purse. The strap broke with the single tug the boy gave it from behind. "

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When I think of the hometown of my youth, all that I seem to remember is dust—the brown, crumbly dust of late summer—arid, sterile dust that gets into the eyes and makes them water, gets into the throat and between the toes of bare brown feet. I don’t know why I should remember only the dust.