Using modern media to tell a story
This two-part project was designed to prove the thesis "A story can still be communicated without many words." Of course, it was easiest to weave some words in, but I recreated the story of how I broke my collarbone through an emoji story and a TikTok.
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The Emoji Story: My Mischievous Horse
When I was a π§π», I had a π΄ and her name was Loki. As her name suggests, she was always very π , she would do things like bite people when they tried to put her saddle on. When we would π, she was usually well-behaved. We competed in a π competition one summer and we won π π π . During our training sessions, Loki would like to π and start to do her own thing, like eat π±.
One day my π©π» decided that I should go for a trail ride, and I felt β about it. However, Loki was in a πΏ mood, and she was feeling β about going for a trail ride. On our way to the trailhead, she was doing her usual π and relax move. After some π Loki decided she was β with the idea of a trail ride and we were on our way. Little did I know, the β was about to become β again. However, this time it would be the most πΏ she had ever acted, at that point in π.
As we started down the trail, my π©π» fell behind me because the trail was narrow. I felt β enough that I wasn’t π about it. As I got further β¬οΈ the trail, the π³π³π³ got tighter around us, and I started to π. I then started pulling Loki in π s, and that made her π‘. So, she took over again and started ππ»βοΈ away. I was so π± that I fell off of her and hit the ground really hard with all my weight on my left shoulder. The next thing I knew, my π©π» was holding me in her arms, and was trying to comfort me. We sat on the ground for a long π, and I calmed down a little. We went back to the barn and found that Loki had broken down the barn gate. My π©π» helped me into the π. Then, put Loki back in her stall, and we went π . That night, I barely π΄, because I was in so much pain.
The next day, my pain was a lot worse, so my mom drove me to the π₯. After an X-ray and a very painful physical exam, the π¨π»βοΈdetermined that I had fractured my collar bone. For the rest of the summer, I spent my days reading πππ by Roald Dahl, and then watching the π₯ based on π I had read. Occasionally, I would also go outside and do things like go ππ»βοΈ with my cousins. In hindsight, that was a terrible π‘ because my collarbone didn’t heal β , and I know why. At the end of that summer, we sold Loki and I swore that I would never ride an π΄ ever again. After a few years had passed, I tried π again and I fell in β€οΈ with it again.

