Consider the feedback you received from your peers and your instructor, and revise your story. Add a paragraph at the end explaining what you revised,

Consider the feedback you received from your peers and your instructor, and revise your story. Add a paragraph at the end explaining what you revised, and/or what revisions you decided against and why. 

Submit the revised version through the assignment link. 

Grading criteria: Your story exhibits the original criteria and shows a refinement in your storytelling techniques.

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Echoes of Time By Anhadvir Pannu 

Captivated by the clock tower’s ageless toll under the celestial canvas, Olivia stood. The cobblestone path beneath her holding echoes of countless footsteps acted as a silent witness to this town’s rich history. A chill in that air hinted at an impending metamorphosis: with each strike from its ancient timekeeper marking midnight hour it symbolized not just one moment but suspended time itself. The tranquil night draped the town, oblivious to its imminent shift. Adorned with tales of yesteryear, the looming structure hinted at a clash: it suggested that soon rather than later, the familiar past and uncharted future would engage in a confrontation, an interaction set to stir deeply within this very essence of town life.

Olivia’s deep-rooted familial heritage held sway over this town, her roots delving into its storied soil. The once-intimate tapestry of familiar sights and sounds now echoing with restlessness within Olivia herself saw her fixating on the ancient clock; a harbinger of impending change seemed to stir in the air as she did so. Old traditions collided with emerging forces, brewing a tension akin to an approaching storm. The impending clash marked the intersection of her existence a convergence between a time-honored legacy and an uncertain future.

The following morning greeted Olivia with the resonating sound of bulldozers dismantling centuries-old, historic buildings that had embellished the town square. Dust and debris enveloped her in a thick shroud as she inhaled their potent scent; mercilessly swinging wrecking balls obliterated past landmarks to pave the way for future development, an act they labelled ‘progress’. As Olivia witnessed the crumbling of the town’s history before her eyes, her heart sank, and a knot tightened in her stomach.

Amid the tumult, Olivia found solace by seeking out Mr. Jenkins, the town’s venerable historian. Despite his fragile form serving as a poignant figure within unfolding chaos, it embodied only dwindling vestiges of time. He unraveled with a weighty sorrow, recounting tales filled with triumphs and tragedies and untangling threads that wove together origins for their community. The intricate canvas of the town’s history underscores the gravity of each narrative, compelling Olivia to confront what was at stake: a brushstroke.

Olivia’s anguish intensified as she faced the impending destruction of the clock tower. This symbol, representing her ancestral ties, pierced her to the core when she saw its potential demise. An overwhelming sense of defiance drove her; it propelled and guided every action. Ascending the scaffolding with an overwhelming sense of defiance going her, Olivia’s steps echoed in rhythm to her pounding heart. From her dizzying height, Olivia beheld the town square unfolding like a tapestry composed of memories and aspirations. The relentless march of progress clashed fiercely with its cherished heritage on this battleground; from this vantage point, she confronted an unyielding reality: a town divided between past allegiance and future uncertainty.

Olivia, filled with a potent blend of sorrow and resolve, reached the clock face, her heart burdened. She firmly grasped the time-worn hands: they had observed numerous moments. She cast into the void a fervent plea; she sought to preserve her town’s rich history. The wind carried her impassioned cry, transcending the town’s physical barriers and resonating deeply within its essence. It served as a poignant reminder: a reawakening spark of dormant appreciation in hearts that had inadvertently disregarded, nay, neglected, the profound value woven into their heritage’s fading tapestry.

The scene became enveloped in a sudden stillness as if time had paused. In a suspended moment of uncertainty, the wrecking ball hung mid-swing; its construction workers looked upward with faces marked by doubt. In a collective breath-holding, the town was at the crossroads where tradition and progress intersect. A profound tension encapsulating a delicate balance between preserving old ways and embracing new methods lingered relentlessly.

In the suspended moment, Olivia realized a transformation: she perceived change, formerly an adversary, as a potent force to harness. This untamed river could carve new paths while preserving the landscape it shaped, thus revealing its true power. The battleground no longer hosted the dichotomy between tradition and progress; rather, it transformed into a dance a complex choreography where two seemingly opposing forces gracefully merged to birth beauty that surpassed their limits. Within this harmonious dance, Olivia discerned the potential for the town to rejuvenate without renouncing its beloved roots.

The resonant toll of noon triggered a profound transformation in the town square: The menacing wrecking ball, a symbol that foretold impending change, retreated. This withdrawal prompted an exhale of relief from all onlookers; indeed, they had brokered a compromise. Contemporary structures would coexist with the ancient buildings, which bear scars from their near demise. This symbiosis produces a mosaic: an incarnate narrative of time that seamlessly blends past wounds and present ambitions into harmonious existence; here, this town’s journey materializes in tangible form, a potent story told through architecture.

The town square transformed into a testament of harmonious coexistence as weeks passed. Despite visible scars from its recent turmoil, the clock tower defiantly stood as a beacon. Olivia actively contributed to this transformation narrative and immersed herself in profound accomplishment. Not only does the scarred, yet standing clock tower embody resilience, but it also symbolizes an ability to embrace change and seamlessly integrate this transformation into the town’s narrative.

Olivia discovered herself in the heart of the square during an evening’s tranquil embrace, surrounded by a harmonious fusion of antiquity and modernity. The sun bid farewell, infusing the town with its warm radiance. As if reawakened by this revitalizing scene, a child’s laughter resounded near the old fountain. At the same time, fireflies followed. Beneath the flickering streetlights nearby, friends in a town reborn and, against its resurgent backdrop, forged new memories through their animated conversations.

In a poignant realization, Olivia grasped the essence of change: it was not merely discarding her past but a journey to embrace. She recognized the boundless possibilities that lay ahead. Once viewed as discord between old and new this clash had birthed an unexpectedly rich and nuanced narrative. They wove a transcendent tapestry together, surpassing their limitations and creating an ever-evolving history.

Olivia stepped away, casting a final glance at the town square. Once a stoic observer of time’s passage, the clock tower now resonates with vibrant symphonies: laughter, dreams, and shared stories, all echoing life. The community transformed, evolved, and mastered an intricate art form, honoring its roots while eagerly embracing future journeys ahead. The silent sentinel, once a mere structure, now embodied the town’s newfound harmony: it stood as an active testament.

Olivia’s thoughts etched the enduring image of the clock tower, which rose tall against a backdrop that embodied tradition’s resilience in an ever-changing town. The structure became more than just symbolic; it represented profound beauty born from tradition and change harmoniously, dancing together a striking reminder of how this town can evolve while maintaining its essence.


1). Your story was an amazing read for me. Though it took me three reads to fully understand what you were saying, I felt every emotion you put out. Olivia watching everything she has ever known change right before her eyes is a feeling that is becoming more and more common. Reconstruction/Destruction in hope of modernity is a two-sided issue that has good points for both sides. In Olivia’s case however, her roots in the city are far deeper than any elderly because her family has been in the city for generations. I loved the way you described the area in the first paragraph. The word metamorphosis stood out to me because it is the perfect word to describe the mood of the story. The heavy descriptions for a simple moment in time is a feat I hope to be able to achieve one day. It was like reading a lighter and more personal version of Edgar Allen Poe. This story also points out the dynamic between residents of a city and its representatives. It is obvious that the people in power are the ones that authorized for the square to be remodeled, probably without asking the residents. Personally I don’t see any flaw in your story. The only somewhat negative is it could take multiple reads to understand what is going on but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

2).  your story does a good job of drawing the conflict between tradition and change.  This is a good theme and timely since our world reflects this tension.  Your story starts with a compelling description of a stately and storied past told through architecture – a thought-provoking situation to consider.  The aspect of your writing I would suggest working on is your clarity of expression.  Could you engage in more direct precise descriptions of what Olivia does?  What makes her decide to seek out Mr. Jenkins, what might they have siad to each other about the heritage buildings and the bulldozers?  Clearly the governing body in the city must have given permission but why? When Olivia climgs the bell tower, the reader wants to have more specific detail.  How does she manage to get to the clock face?  What happens when she grasps the hands?  Does she stare down the workers, Do they retreat?  Does Olivia’s action save the tower?  How does this lead to a shift in the destructive wave of change?  These sort of details would really make the action in your story come alive.  It would also be a good idea to sketch out what transformation takes place so that the clock tower now “resonates with vibrant symphonies”.  Often you set out really positive outcomes.  The reader would love to know how you got there.  Your ending is great.  The dancing metaphor you employ invokes shared action, rythm, harmony and melody – a satisfying way to draw the action in your story to a conclusion.  Good work but would benefit from a little more clarity of expression. 

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