Return to the Past: William Faulkner :: Creative Writing Dialogue Essays

Return to the Past William FaulknerOne Friday afternoon, I was sitting in my Calculus II class, taught by the one and only Dr. Larry Zettel. I was confused or so the topic and wasnt paying very close attention. My thoughts were drifting off between his explanation of anti-derivatives and thoughts of the other things going on in my world. I was remembering what a great time I had when I traveled back in time to interview A. E. Housman. It then occurred to me, I should do this again. The tough disunite was deciding whom I would interview. I finally decided to go to Oxford, Mississippi, to see William Faulkner because I had read his short story, A Rose for Emily, in class, and I had an vagary of what it meant, but I wasnt entirely sure. I snapped back to reality and class was finally over. I made my way back to my room. Later that night I placed a call to Jason back home. Hey, Jason, what are you up to?A whole lot of nothing. What about you?Well, funny you should ask. I was wondering if youd like to take another trip back in time, using the time machine you built, which I must say, is your greatest invention so far. We would be going to Mississippi this time to see William Faulkner.Sure, dude, sounds cool. When were you planning to go?I was hoping you could go come on up now, if thats fine with you. I already talked to JoJo, and he said hed let his parents know you could take his truck.Yeah, no problem, Ill leave in ten minutes or so. insure you in a bit.All right, see you soon.A little bit later Jason showed up with Curtis, another one of my friends. We checked to make sure everything was practicable so the trip would succeed. After everything was checked, we took off. We were heading, as I told Jason, to Oxford, Mississippi. I hoped I would find William Faulkner there on June 9, 1962. This time was going to be contrary. A different area, a different time. We didnt know what to expect, and I still dont really believe what happen ed on that trip. We arrived with a flash and a bang.