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Chapter 1
Todd Anderson was reading the poem by Walt Whitman, “O captain My Captain.” His faded memory from his high school popped up like it is an event that happened yesterday. He really missed being a free soul, being taught by Mr. Keating. Now, he was a famous dctor that cures patient. After, Mr. Keating was kicked out from the school, Todd had to go to medical school by his father’s order. Also, since they were kicked out of school, he couldn’t meet with his friends, dead poets.
“Doctor, next patient,” nurse voice broke the silence in Todd’s office and he had to come back from thinking.
The door knob turned and the patient came in. Todd felt familiar with the patient. When he saw the patient’s profile to see who is it, he was very surprised and laughed crazily. It said Charlie Dalton. Charlie, his old friend, one of the members of Dead Poets Society. At first Charlie was confused but when he saw the doctor’s name written on the desk, they hugged each other, satisfied. They promised to eat dinner that day and Todd invited Charlie to his house.
Todd wasn’t married. He thought he could love noone because already loves poems. His house was messy with papers that had printed poems in. Some of them were made by him and some of them were written by many famous poets. He cooked simple foods that Charlie could like and when time was left, he took out some pictures from Welton Academy.
I wish I knew more about this club. It sounds great, and it looks like you have a strong interest in creative writing. I hope you enjoyed metafiction. It's a good test of creative ability.
답글삭제I remember this movie but am not familiar with the book. You sure do write a lot! Keep it up after GLPS.