Blake began to feel Jealousy. Jealousy, that demon forever gnawing at the foundation of other people's success. The one that never can be shooed off like a cockroach, cheating death and always returning. What need has Jealousy for honor, for that is what it is trying to destroy. He menacingly hides, waiting for self-pity to set him off. Been tirelessly waiting for his turn to enact turmoil. Blake was waiting to feel the venomous bite piercing his skin any day now. He felt weak and unprepared for it. Lucky Daniel! He didn't deserve to win that trophy. Blake had put in his best effort, but Daniel came out the Winner. The judges were once competitors themselves, but they didn't know a thing about how to fairly judge the competition. Blake convinced himself he would be alright if he quickly found the antidote to the venom induced on him. He wouldn't be overcome. That is what he hoped. But Stacy could already sense it, she knew. But she would soon know anyways, for the crowd had started to gather around Daniel on the majestic champion's podium. Girls he couldn't have known were lining up to congratulating him. Just standing beneath the podium waiting their turn. Subtly, that demon's venom, had slowly seeped up to his head.
Statement: I compared the emotion of jealousy to a creature as did Hurston with death. The creature starts out as a simple demon, but aspects of this demon grow throughout the passage. Hurston's passage was an interpretation of Janie's thoughts about death, which changed throughout the length of the passage. I tried to mirror this by developing the character Blake throughout my passage. Janie's thoughts about death were very contradicting and confusing, creating an ambiguity. I created my own ambiguity by never revealing what the competition was that Blake competed against Daniel in. Lastly, I mirrored the syntax of Hurston's passage, matching the sentence length and structure. This was meant to give the passages a similar rythm and feel when read together.
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