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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. 

Emoji paper

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                                                The Emoji Story: My Mischievous Horse

            When I was a πŸ‘§πŸ», I had a 🐴 and her name was Loki. As her name suggests, she was always very  😈 , she would do things like bite people when they tried to put her saddle on. When we would πŸ‡, she was usually well-behaved. We competed in a πŸ‡ competition one summer and we won πŸ…πŸ…πŸ….  During our training sessions, Loki would like to πŸ›‘ and start to do her own thing, like eat 🌱.

            One day my  πŸ‘©πŸ»  decided that I should go for a trail ride, and I felt βœ… about it.  However,  Loki was in a πŸ‘Ώ mood, and she was feeling  βŒ about going for a trail ride. On our way to the trailhead, she was doing her usual πŸ›‘ and relax move. After some πŸ•” Loki decided she was βœ… with the idea of a trail ride and we were on our way. Little did I know, the βœ… was about to become ❌ again. However, this time it would be the most πŸ‘Ώ   she had ever acted, at that point in πŸ•”.

            As we started down the trail, my  πŸ‘©πŸ»  fell behind me because the trail was narrow.  I felt βœ… enough that I wasn’t 😟 about it. As I got further ⬇️ the trail, the 🌳🌳🌳 got tighter around us, and I started to 😟.  I then started pulling Loki in πŸ” s, and that made her 😑.  So, she took over again and started πŸƒπŸ»‍♀️ away.  I was so 😱 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  πŸ‘©πŸ» was holding me in her arms, and was trying to comfort me. We sat on the ground for a long πŸ•”, and I calmed down a little. We went back to the barn and found that Loki had broken down the barn gate. My πŸ‘©πŸ» helped me into the πŸš—. Then, put Loki back in her stall, and we went 🏠.  That night, I barely 😴, because I was in so much pain.

            The next day,  my pain was a lot worse, so my mom drove me to the πŸ₯. After an X-ray and a very painful physical exam, the πŸ‘¨πŸ»‍βš•οΈdetermined that I had fractured my collar bone.  For the rest of the summer, I spent my days reading  πŸ“šπŸ“šπŸ“š by Roald Dahl, and then watching the πŸŽ₯ based on πŸ“š I had read. Occasionally, I would also go outside and do things like go 🏊🏻‍♀️ with my cousins. In hindsight, that was a terrible πŸ’‘ because my collarbone didn’t heal βœ…, and I know why.  At the end of that summer, we sold Loki and I swore that I would never ride an 🐴  ever again. After a few years had passed, I tried πŸ‡ again and I fell in ❀️ with it again.

White Mane

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