A Bloodred Sky
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This is a pastiche of Ernest Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants." I wrote this for my IB Junior English class, as well as the analytical essay also published here (analyzing both the original story and my pastiche). I also included a section discussing my grade on the pastiche and essay. If you have a similar assignment, I hope this can help you out!
(Cover made by me using the PicsArt app and a picture I took of a sunset, ironically)
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