Then Jim pondered Revenge. Revenge was the huge monster who flew in the sky, waiting for an attack. The gray-eyed one who lived in a cave, far away from anything, or anyone. Why would Revenge creep out of the cave from which he lies? He who can snap ones soul at any given moment. He who waits patiently for days, for months, for years time, just waiting for the perfect time to strike. Been sitting there well before it even knew of its own existence. Jeffrey could be attacked by it at any given moment without recognition of what was going on. He feared for him. Scared Jeffrey! It's not his fault for accidentally breaking the bike! Jim had sent many people to talk to Jeffery's nemesis, but he had just waved them off like they were mosquitoes trying to land on his arm. All this talk of revenge was a big rumor, but nobody, especially Jeffrey, knew how to handle it. He would hopefully find out soon, once his nemesis confronted him somehow. Jeffrey gave up all hope. At least that was what he thought. However his friends told him differently so he would know that there was still a chance of apology. If Jeffrey didn't know by the next day, he was going to find out when the kids gathered around the play structure after lunch. Kids who didn't even know Jeffrey gathered round, wanting to see what was going to happen. They just sat under the slid, waiting. Scare, that mysterious figure, had settled over the kids.
I chose revenge because I thought it would be an interesting noun to base my pastiche on. To match Hurston's writing, I tried to keep my sentences vague, for the purpose of letting the reader interpret revenge his/her own way. Like the last sentence, I left the ending bare because I wanted to get the reader to have his/her own ending. The whole scene that I attempted to convey was a young kid who accidentally broke his friends bike, and his friend was mad at him for it. That's where the whole revenge part plays in.
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