Creative Writing: Rebeca - the novel by Maurier - Coursework Example

? “Rebecca - The Novel by Maurier” enter the Number or College 16th February, Chapter of Rebecca (Prose fiction by me) It is believed that souls do not leave the world in solitude. They are like the wanderers who keep on walking on the dry and barren lands. It is throbbing to witness the people you have loved for so long being loved by others. The space once filled by you gets filled by the new one. It is very painful… And for that matter I have to be there… never to leave Maxim alone… because with all my heart I loved him. I was always there beside him, keeping my head on his shoulder and felt his breath. Every morning and every night no matter what season was it, there was just one reflection I saw in his eyes and that was me and only me. One night, nature planned to throw in the reflection of someone else in his eyes… Maxim smiled by uttering a name which was not mine… it was not Rebecca and I have to make her pay for the rancor. Her dreams, her silence, her words…. I never left any part of her alone. I made her stand outside the iron gates of Manderley and I had powers never to let the locks get ajar. No one could accompany my Maxim and she was particularly trying to get into his head and banish me from there. “No lady”…..I made a pledge… it is I who is going to stay there like the ivy never leaving the walls it has once crept. It was I who did not let the smoke from the chimneys appear, made her walk on the twisting, turning, paths full of thorn so her feet swelled and pricked and bleed and narrow and so unwelcoming. The trees, the branches, the roots….. I made it all so difficult for her. So she had to feel the suffocation. I am there, my footsteps is what she could hear… I approached her by making the branches crossed before her and the indecipherable trees which made her feel lost and alone… I made her feet feel the pain my soul did. And I enjoyed when her skin torn off and she yelled with pain but something got out of my power and she stepped on the green soft grass… which tried to embrace her, soothe her and wipe off the dust. I felt so feeble; all I was able to do with her now was to make her sense like an invader who has never been on these lands before. With every step she took I was there…and I made the paths so long for her that she walked and walked and walked but they never came to an end. I had to make her lost in the maze of life so she could leave my Maxim and me all alone. I looked after our Manderley and never let it loose its beauty. I did not let Manderley lose its silence, its magic, the vibrancy of the green lawns, the soothing winds, the calming waves and the high walls. No cloud could vague the appearance of the sky in Manderley. Everything there was set and kept good care of as I was there waiting for Maxim. O... but I forgot that the lady so bitter as her presence was for me still stood there, looking at our home which could never belong to her so I made the woods appear like monsters to her, with their sharp and rough branches clinging out from everywhere. All were standing there and yelling for her to leave, even I ordered the ivy to make beautiful sights appear for her as filthy and grim as it could be but nothing moved her feet back. To move them back I ordered the ivy to make the daffodils disappear and make her go… she can never approach in my space… and the nettles did play their roles too but she was standing unresponsive to all my efforts which made me fuming. O yes! But I made her feel that I am there. That the house was never empty and it breathes and lives with me there. The paleness on her face made me feel satisfied towards the fear that I wanted to see in her eyes. She was stunned and could not move and in her dreams too I made her feel helpless and unmoved. When I heard her heart throbbing with fear and feeling my presence and her mind filled with questions which no one could answer but me…. I felt like a queen. And I was a queen of Manderley for sure and of Maxim too. Comment The creative writing is done on the Novel “Rebecca” by Daphne du Maurier. The first chapter is transformed into a different setting by me. The way the story is narrated by sequence of events experienced by the second wife of Maxim made me get inspired. I wanted to write the story the other way round. That is why I have composed the story in such a way that the setting is the same but the sequence of events experienced by the second wife were done by Rebecca herself. In the real story Rebecca is not there directly as the second wife is narrating the story. The story is such that the narrator is living with Mrs. Vann Hopper in Monte Carlo. There Maxim and the narrator meet and they find a good chemistry between them. They became close with one another therefore when the time of departure came; the narrator felt that she was inseparable by Mr. Maxim. Therefore, they married and Maxim brought him to Manderley where his house was. Manderly was beautiful place with a big mansion and beach but the narrator did not feel welcomed there. Mr. Maxim told the narrator that he was married before as well and loved her wife dearly but she drowned in a ship which was an accident. In the first chapter the narrator i.e. the second wife of Maxim has explained her feelings that how uncomfortable she felt at that place although by law she was the owner of it. I have written on this chapter and changed the events. In the real novel, the narrator tells that she was dreaming about Manderley again. In her dream she makes the reader feel the amount of strangeness she felt to a place which actually belonged to her. The paths and the doors seemed new and strange to her. The amount of strangeness, unwelcoming and hostility she felt there was alarming. At every point she feels that there is someone else who is taking care of this place and who does not want her there but it is just her personal feeling (Maurier, pp.1-5). The narrator of the tale was not Rebecca but in my writing I have set the novel in a different perspective. The setting of the novel and the time are the same as in the original novel but the experiences and the person who is responsible for all of them is changed. In my creative piece, it is Rebecca who is narrating the story with her feelings about the lady who is approaching her husband’s life. Rebecca cannot leave her husband alone and is there with him after her demise. I have composed my creative piece in the past tense in which the narrator which is Rebecca (in my writing) narrates how she made the second wife of her husband feel unwelcomed and alien in Manderley. It is actually she who is taking care of that place and making things get difficult for the other wife. She makes the second wife of her husband experience the appearance of the woods and the branches of Manderley as if they have grown out like monsters while in the reality they are still the same. When the second wife reaches the mansion she feels that someone is taking care of it in the real novel as well but there is no evidence that it was Rebecca who was doing so. In my creative writing I have made Rebecca narrate her feeling about the second wife and reveal that she was the one who was taking care of the mansion and wanted to live with Maxim in it. In the real novel there is no such thing therefore I have written the novel’s first chapter in a different way which may seem interesting to the readers. The tale is narrated by me in such a way that the narrator (second wife of Maxim) becomes a simple character of the novel and Rebecca becomes the narrator. I have envisaged a different set of feeling and how the aura and experiences were designed for the narrator. The prose fiction composed by me makes one get grasp of the story in a better way. Although no one can write as masterly as Maurier but I have tried to write in an attractive manner making the reader gets involved in the story. References Maurier, D., D., 2012. Rebecca. Little, Brown Book Group. Read More