LITERATURE LOVER,

PROUD 21ST
CENTURY WRITER
Name: Kryzel Loreto            Instructor: Jamaica Simeon
                                         Gr/Sec: 12-Demeter                                                       
                        
Short description of the activity

As a monlimarian this  portfolio is  created of student in  tvl

grade 12 demeter it contains a lot of activities  that we did in
21st century literature subject it shows how creative  unique 
you are and it can explain your role on the subject  to convey
thoughts and your ideas in creating on your e-portfolio.
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                          table of • Song

contents • Fiction
Short Description • Non-Fiction
My Reason
• Text Talk
Objectives
Literary Text
Novel
Drama
• Illustrated
Poem  Novel
• Close
Analysis
• Conclusion
•                                       My reason
• Im kryzel loreto and im 17 yrs old the reason and the
purpose why I make this compilation or porfolio is to
show how am I proud in myself and feel satisfied in
my own work. that I'll work hard to finish in on time I
also dedicate this portfolio to all student inspiring to
become a literary writer.
           objectives • This perforamance task is design to help you
showcase your writing skills in producing
pleasung. Entertaining  and enriching effects
of creating literary works through the use of
common productivity tools by maximazing
and advance application techniques such as
microsoft office.
 Literary text
in 2016 my grand mother was died
caused hepatitis b I was so down 
and Im feel alone because my grand 
mother and I was totally close when
my mother was on abroad she
taking care of me whenI was young
I grieve a lot because I lost one of
the most important person in my life
but later on I learn how to moving
on and to continue  my life like what
ive promise to my grandmother 
 Drama:filipino families in times of pandemic
there was a family that is happy and living peacefully while they together watching a 

television and there was a sudden news telling that there was a corona virus disease spreading 

in our country thats why peole lost income and lost their jobs so they experiencing difficult life 

We have different interest this pandemic ties as one,we may not know each other but we share 

our blessing and care for the unfortunate and one thing realize during this pandemic is how 

family is important. 

The script: 

*While sitting in sofa and watching tv* 

Sons pov:mom come here i will show you some important news 

Mom:what is that? 

Son:base on the news there was a spreading covid 19 disease 

Mom:omg! How's our life now? i need to call your father to talk about this 

Son:ok mom 

* I haven’t seen it 

Mother :do you know there was a corona virus disease spreading in our   
 country? 
Father: yup’ my boss told me, i might lose my job (sigh) 
Mother: what will we eat in case you lost your job? 
        to
Father:: i'll find a way but first we need     be
    safe and prepare don't go outside
and stay at 

home ok honey. 
Mother:ok 
Father:i have to go i need to finish my work 
Mother:bye, take care see you later 
*End call *
“I LOVE YOU”                            
I said “I love you” once
I said it a thousand times or more
I said it without comprehension or meaning
I said it without thought or feeling
I wish I had said it once, with awareness
I wish I could say it once, again
I wish I could say it a thousand times more
I wish, I wish I had more days to say I love you  As if my devotion ever met your expectation
I never understood love’s vast frontier 
Until I no longer could feel you near
Until you no longer were here to hear
Until I hungered to have you appear
And to hear your voice so crystal clear
And feel your breath whisper in my ear I love you.  Never spending enough pennies for your
Three words masquerading as the universe
That could not hold you
Three words encompassing a word of emotion
Meaningless without you
poem
Three words negated by the reality of your
passing,
In my sorrow stripped of significance
I love you.
As if my love legitimized your life
As if my words intesified your illumination
As if there was value in my validation
Or you needed my adoration
Or the mere expression could excuse my intaction
As if, As if you could still hear me mention
I love you, seems self-centered to me now
I was always so focused on what I preferred
I paid little attention to what you deserved
thoughts Or treating you as
 I was taught  Just grateful that you were
 I love you 
Can present love reach past tense?
Does loving you make any sense?
•
  the unselfish martyr, ​
•The sacrificial lamb I led to the slaughter and ​

[•I love you. ​

•Place on the altar, while I repeated the mantra ​

•Did I say that enough? ​

•How much would suffice to substantiate love, ​

•Does an absolute number exist to speak of? ​

•Can a count quantify my desire for your touch? ​

•I didn’t quite grasp until now just how much 3 ​

•I love you ​

•I didn’t perceive your profound love for me ​

•Or how much your love was part of my being ​

•Until it was torn from me leaving me broken ​

•Until I no longer could hear the words spoken ​iloveyou

• Can present love reach past tense? 

• Does loving you make any sense? 
• I would have moved mountains to prove my love is true 
• Would have died for you, taken a bullet for you 
• That would have been mercy killing 

[Chorus] Follow your dreams and it
will lead you to the success I won't
stop until I reach the top of my
dreams Follow your dreams(follow
my dreams)2×  got Cause we are more than
[Verse 1] I'm not stronger enough
my way I'd like to quit but I keep
telling my self That I must not be
defeated I will encounter the
challenges I will do everything To
reach my goal ohhh [Repeat the
chorus]  dreams(follow my
[Chorus] Follow your dreams and it
will lead you to the success I won't
stop until I reach the top of my
dreams Follow your dreams(follow
my dreams)2×
SONG 
[Verse 2] You are stronger (Bridge) Don't give up to
than you think You are your dreams Be faithful to
bigger than difficulties We our God If you do
can have more than we've everything Your dreams
will come true
we are  ohhhhhhhhhhhh (Repeat
the chorus In slow2x)
[Chorus] Follow your
dreams and it will lead you
to the success I won't stop
until I reach the top of my
dreams Follow your
dreams)2× 
I will do everything To
reach my goal
(Instrumental music)
[Reapeat again the chorus] 
                  F ICT IO N

•Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, a princess was

yelling in the palace. “I don’t need servants; I know how to
dress myself!” Diane pushed away the maids that were
around her. The comment, however, was intended for her
husband, Percival, whose focus suddenly went to the buttons
of his shirt. It had been only a few days since she had moved
into the royal palace. She had been convinced that when
Percival had got down on one knee, he was just playing a
practical joke on her. What would a dashing prince like him
want with a peasant girl like her? But he hadn’t been joking,
it hadn’t been a dream. Within a few months, the wedding
had  start talking to each other. She gave her perspective on
things without even knowing who he really was, and she
treated him like an ordinary man for the first time in his life. 
•their first kiss had been unexpected, but perfect. But she had thought that their love
would be enough to become a princess overnight. She had thought that the world would
accept her and love her just like Percival did. She had been so horribly wrong. His
mother, the queen, never left any opportunity to taunt her upbringing, and the king
expressed his disapproval with his frowns and narrowed eyes every time she put forward
her opinion. She was waited on every moment of the day, and she could do nothing about
it but scream at the maids and hope that they hated her enough to leave her alone. But
they kept coming back every single day and night. She wasn’t a part of the family.
Sometimes she slipped away, and no one would even notice, except for Percival, of
course. He was the only reason she put a smile on her face, his hopeful eyes were the
only image that kept her going, that made her keep trying with the family. She planned a
grand ball for the queen’s birthday, she organized a private picnic on the king and
queen’s wedding anniversary and she even commissioned a painter with Percival’s help
to make a painting of the king and queen to hang on their wall. But nothing worked. One
day, she entered the dining room only to find the king and queen laughing with each
other in low voices while Percival had a weak smile on his face. She immediately knew
that the topic of their scintillating discussion was none other than herself. She made her
entrance and made sure to make a lot of sound to catch their attention
• evitably found out that he was the prince, she was astonished for sure, but it also made sense to her. His nobility, his  thoughtfulness
and his genuine love for his people had always shined through, even when she  hadn’t known. People of similar minds tend to become
friends, and that was what had happened. T. When finally, their eyes were on her, she swallowed and tried to calm her racing heart.
She was going to say it. She just needed to get it out. “I know that it is not my place to say this, I know that I’m overstepping the line,
and you can throw me in the dungeons for all I care. But I need to say this. I know that I’m not the perfect daughter-in-law that you
would have wanted for your son, I know I’m not a perfect wife, and I’m certainly not the perfect princess.” She took a deep breath
in and out. She didn’t have the courage to continue. Percival looked at her and smiled that smile of his which she knew was him
offering support. She cleared her throat. “I know that I don’t fit in here, and I probably never will. But I also know that I love
Percival, and he loves me right back. If he had been anyone else, that would have been enough. But in this case, it isn’t. All I ask is
that you try to be more accepting of his decision, more accepting of me. Since I’ve stepped in this palace,  I’ve only felt like an
unwelcome guest. If you both don’t approve of us, I will be forced to leave. I  will leave right now if that is what you want. But I
really am trying my best to make a good impression on you both. I know it isn’t working in the way I would have wished, but I
would appreciate it if you both tried too. Please. If I am to spend the rest of my life here, I do not want to  be unhappy, and make
everyone else unhappy too.” She stormed out of the dining room in tears after her outburst, with Percival right at her heels. She
entered their bedroom and started to pack her clothes in a bag. 
NON FICTION
It was during the beginning of the Coronavirus when I went into the field to break down and scream,
"God! What are you doing to us?" Shortly after that event I left home. Packing up my stuff to run away
from unideal circumstances, let's just say, leaving my four year old child behind with my parents as I
went into an abused women's shelter. I set off, packing all my belongings into a cab to start my
journey. I said a prayer, "Please God, bring Jhonny, Jhonathan Alma Hill as an angel to watch over me.
Jhonathan had been a friend, a Mormon missionary, who had returned home and lost his way. Our
love/hate relationship was cluttered with passionate poetry and story-telling. He more talented than I.
And so I asked for his angel to come watch over me. The cab driver was friendly and instructed me to
read the Quran at least once. He even gave me his email for me to contact him when I was finally
settled so he could bring me the book. An intake was done at the center but because of the Coronavirus
and the need to social distance I was put up in a hotel which will forever remain a secret on my lips. I
was out for a walk and misplaced my keys. It started to thunder and pour and I, intoxicated on
marijuana decided to seek shelter in the fire car which had the doors open. I curiously looked around
for two seconds when a police cruiser stopped by. I jumped out and explained to the officer I was
locked out of my hotel room. It was raining quite heavily at this time. I stood standing in the rain and
more officers came and left. One familiar to me said, "Just stay back...you know.....the Coronavirus."
This officer I had encountered outside the ER on a very hectic night. I had approached him in his
vehicle to place my hand on his arm and breathe. I made that connection and it helped me to calm
down from the chaos being construed by the young eighteen year old who kept insisting that the ER
should help everyone. Pleading with security over and about the gentleman who had misbehaved and
was 
ushered out of the ER. I tried repeatedly to explain to this young man that bad behavior
denies entrance into the ER. "But why won't you help him! He needs help!" He kept on
exclaiming. While I kept on repeating, "Bad behavior gets you denied admission  to the
ER!" He just wouldn't listen. So I approached the nearby cruiser, put my hand on the
officers arm which he had laid out on the windsow-sill and said, "I just need to breathe
and calm down and I'm staying right here with you." Now that same officer was present
but I had to keep my distance. For reasons I still do not today understand I flipped out.
Screaming and throwing my arms about, not really remembering much of it until there
was an interjection by another officer standing in the rain with me. He repeated back to
me my ramblings, "You want to dance Sandra?" I had not remembered saying that.
Next the question came, "Where are you staying at?" After a long pause I replied, "At
an undisclosed location that I have to keep private for the safety of the other women."
But I won't walk away without telling you the conversation prior with the officer in the
car. After having my Crisis I stepped as close to him as he would permit me to and
said, "If I was truly suicidal I wouldn't actually do anything. I would just go around and
kiss everybody." "You would, would you?" "Yes," I replied. I'd kiss you" Not the first
time I had flirted with a cop after pulling a stunt. So they pointed upwards, towards the
sky 
Stacy: hey you there ?
Ali:yeah hey<just finish
writing an essay
Stacy: oh cool
Stacy: just found out im
meeting in my step mother
today
Ali: really? I thought you
were meant to meet her
next week.
Stacy: I was but my dad
And she was prettynice,and then
dad left to get dinner and she
startedtalking trash to me!
Ali:what did she say
Stacy:well she said you know im
not marrying him to put up with
you little brat
Ali:OMG
Stacy; see u I have to go
Ali:ok bye

Text talk
really wantedus to meet so
we are oh gtg
She Is here!

[1hour later}
novel
Stacy:hey im back
Ali:oh cool! Is she nice?
Stacy : well I don’t really
know 
Ali: how could you not
know? You just met her
Stacy?i know I did ali but
Illustrated Novel                                           The Guy In My Dreams
Meet Anna. As she was sleeping , she dream something she never
thought she would be dreaming. She felt surreal when she woke up.
Was it all a dream? Or there is a message behind those dream for her?

Anna's POV
As I was fixing my bed tonight someone knocked on my door 
"Sweetie? Are you about to sleep?" 
That's my mom. She does that everytime before I go to bed 
"Not yet mom" I replied as I finish to fix my blanket . Mom asked me
if she can come inside, so I told her "it's fine mom."

As she entering my room , she smiles at me and walk until she is near
in me, "I just wanna talk to you for a moment,sweetie can I?" Oh yeah,
here we go again 
"Mom, if this is just about that guy that you wanted me to date, I say
No." i told her.
 "Well , about that , my bestfriend  is coming here for
tomorrow . Maybe she'll have dinner here . With her
son" I just looked at her as she say those to me 
Actually mom wanted me to date her bestfriend son,
because she wanted me to be in a relationship.
it's been awhile since the last time I was gotten in a
relationship. I can't blame my mom. It really give me
heartache, but it's not that I'm not yet moved on!  I was
actually happy ,single and free! It's just that mom
wanted me to be in a relationship again.
"then let it be. As if I still have a choice for tomorrow?"
I sarcasticy say to her. Mom sighed softly before she
kiss me in my cheek and say goodnight.
 as soon as as I lay in my bed, I felt
something strange.Wierd. I just shake
my head to let out that thought of mine
and close my eyes to find sleep, but the
moment I close my eyes, it gets wierder
and wierder by moment. Really strange
so I open my eyes. Nut surprisingly I
was not in my bed anymore! What the?!
I roam around and found out I am not
alone! I'm with the guy! 
We were in the gym. Idon't know why but we started to get
fighting and screaming on each other,not until he fell on top
of me. I felt my heart beats fast. I feel it while I'm asleep it
was strange but true!     
Sudden change of scenario, we were both sitting on the
sand and looking at the sea, we're not talking, not even
looking at each other, we we're silently sitting there,
enjoying the view
I, then, looked at him, to be surprised, he looked at me too.
I can't recognize his face coz, when I look at him, only his
lips and hair are seen.
Even though I can see his eyes, or even his face. I can tell.
That the way he looked at me. It was full of love and
caring. I don't know but I felt my heart beats again, so fast.
Little didn't I know, we were lying there, kissing. I was out of breath when I cut the kiss. We just stare at each other when we kiss again, till I was out of breath again.
I woke up breathing so hard, I was out of breath that time, I felt that the kiss were true!
 I touched my lips and close my eyes. Was it just a dream?
I sat beside dad in a single couch, and beside me is another vacant single couch while our visitors take their sit in the long couch along with dad.
"it was really a pleasure to be with you tonight" said the old man. Not literally old ok? I just explain it earlier
They were talking and giving exchange story and topic
randomly while I was out of my mind again thinking about my
dreams earlier in the morning what was my dream again? the
only thing I remember when I am looking at the sea then
it exchange, I  was kissing a guy then i woke up i don't even
recognize the face! Or even don't know what happened next
after that or before that! But something in it makes me thing
that there's something special in it. "Anna to the earth?" I saw
a pair of hands waving at my sight. There I got myself back in
my daydream.
He looks manly yet cute.and he has a very very very
familiar hair,lips and eyes. I almost touch my chest. My
heart beat so fast as we look on each other. And at the
same time I feel weird 
Déjà vu
"Anna?" I was taken back when he call me "ye-yeah"
god! Why am I even sluttering!
"ahm, they were actually waiting for us. By the way, I'm
lucas" he handed me his hands "Brianna" I smile and we
shake our hands but the moment we shake our
hands,everything went slow and then I remember my
dream! My eyes widen when realization hits me. It was
him! The guy in my dream! The guy who kissed me in
 Close Analysis
Jose rizal made a poem but rizal did not gave a title for it was entitled “MI ULTIMO
ADIOS” which literally mean my last farewel. That poem was rizal’s letter before he died
on december 30, 1896 it shows how much rizal love his own country he fight for us for
his friend and specially for his family he also wrote the poem because he wanted us to
be free rizal is purely dedicate his own life for freedom of our country.
The poem tells us how beautiful the philipphines is and rizal wants us to learn to see the
accurate about the country.The poem My Last Farewell can be analyzed under
historical and sociological approaches because this historical piece of literature was
written by Rizal during his imprisonment under the oppression of the Spaniards. Rizal
is the most national hero in this poem he shows that after all the hardership situation for
us and mostly the sacrifices but after all harderships we will meet a freedom. remained
untitled, by virtue of logic and literary tradition, it would be titled by the words coming
from the first line of the poem itself.He fight for rights he fight for all of us he express no
regret but only gladness knowing that giving his life is giving in his country the greatest
gift in any citezen could offer. In his last moment rizal gave up his life and rizal wants us
to remember the accomplishment in his country.
conclusion
For the conclusion it is  really hard
to make  literary works and
creating story can be express your
feelings and you need to be more
creative while doing your works 
and appreciate a literary piece and
use your brain to make your work
beautiful.