How explicit do they want us to make the discovery?
There is a very implicit personal discovery for my protag. There's also a physical discovery that doesn't really happen. If it were a BOSTES question, it'd be along the lines of 'describe the process of discovery', while the discovery itself is open ended and nonexplicit.
It's hard to explain; but if anyone could possibly review my 'creative' it'd be much appreciated.
View attachment Dishboy.pdf
For those who can't be bothered reading it all, here's an excerpt (from the final paragraphs) that should illustrate the question:
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Having convinced himself, he let himself be led. Twice, he thought about stopping. Twice, he almost tugged Evan back to him and pointed the dog’s diligent nose back to where he thought they came. Twice, he let his curiosity and his nerves lead him onwards, into the den of fog.
Perhaps it peeled back one day, falling away from a glade and sunshine and meadow like the unwrapping of a present. Perhaps he found the treasure, buried gold and gems with value beyond reckoning, and retraced the path back bedecked like a Prince to scorn his seven masters. Perhaps the fog was without end, and he kept walking and walking - dog in front of him, nothingness around - walking until he walked off the edge of the Earth and found his warmth in the embrace of the stars.
The seven waited for a week for the dog to come back, but it never did. Dishboy had vanished.
There is a very implicit personal discovery for my protag. There's also a physical discovery that doesn't really happen. If it were a BOSTES question, it'd be along the lines of 'describe the process of discovery', while the discovery itself is open ended and nonexplicit.
It's hard to explain; but if anyone could possibly review my 'creative' it'd be much appreciated.
View attachment Dishboy.pdf
For those who can't be bothered reading it all, here's an excerpt (from the final paragraphs) that should illustrate the question:
-
Having convinced himself, he let himself be led. Twice, he thought about stopping. Twice, he almost tugged Evan back to him and pointed the dog’s diligent nose back to where he thought they came. Twice, he let his curiosity and his nerves lead him onwards, into the den of fog.
Perhaps it peeled back one day, falling away from a glade and sunshine and meadow like the unwrapping of a present. Perhaps he found the treasure, buried gold and gems with value beyond reckoning, and retraced the path back bedecked like a Prince to scorn his seven masters. Perhaps the fog was without end, and he kept walking and walking - dog in front of him, nothingness around - walking until he walked off the edge of the Earth and found his warmth in the embrace of the stars.
The seven waited for a week for the dog to come back, but it never did. Dishboy had vanished.
