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. 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. 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.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
ReferencesMaurier, D., D., 2012. Rebecca. Little, Brown Book Group.
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