Assignment Fictional Narrative Your short story should be 1–2 pages long. Before submitting your story, make sure you story has • An exposition, rising action, climax, and a resolution. • A setting, plot, and theme. • Imagery to create mood. • A narrator with a consistent point of view. • Dialogue to move the plot and show the characters’ ideas and feelings. • Consistent verb tense. • A variety of sentence structures—simple, compound, complex. • Correct capitalization, punctuation, and spelling. 1. Refer to the rubric to make sure you turn in your best work. It was a cold, windy, and rainy day which was common in the state of Washington, especially in December on a Sunday. Barney sat and watched …show more content…
They were both in a pile of wood stumbling to get out, and above them was a massive tree house. As barney studied this, many thoughts came through his head, one of which was slightly brighter than the rest. The idea of spending this rainy day surviving in a tree house and with his best friend, it couldn’t have been better. Barney told Ethan his thought or idea on what they could do, he used his imagination describing things with detail. He made up stories about them being pirates, or climbing to the highest mountain! Ethan, being a 7-year-old boy could not hide the fact that he was ready for whatever type of adventure came to him. With a sudden urge, the boys got dressed and prepared for the journey ahead. They ran through the house, then through the yard, in which the back was a giant tree house. The tree was a giant maple, leaves bigger then the either of the boy’s heads. It towered over them, and attached, a wooden platform sat with a latter. Since the boys had inside their warm house the temperature had felt like it dropped a thousand. degrees, quickly they hassled to find the base of the latter as they froze . As they climbed up one by one, they slipped multiple times struggling to get up the hanging latter. Ethan was up first hushing for barney to hurry. Midway up the latter one of the knots on the rope had swelled and snapped, leaving only one rope and many sticks to climb up. At this point Barney was roughly 10 feet off the
9-12: “Presently the creepers festooned the trees less frequently and there was a scatter of pearly light from the sky down through the trees. This was the backbone of the island, the slightly higher land that lay beneath the mountain where the forest was no longer deep jungle. Here there were wide spaces interspersed with thickets and huge trees and the trend of the ground led him up as the forest opened” (Golding 146). Importance:
When I was first hired I was told I would have 30 days from the start day to sign up for benefits. The date by which I had to sign up by was 03/20/16 a Sunday; I tried to get on, on the 03/18/16, but it would not let me. I called the helpline to get my password reset to gain access to the online portal; whenever I received access it said there were no available sessions for enrollment. My manager informed me to come in on Saturday 03/19/16 and he would help me further, he was not able to locate it either. He then informed me to make a benefits appeal, because I had tried to get enrolled before the cutoff date. I have two pictures, to show the information that was displayed and the date. Thank you for your time and
Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.
Welcome to Creekside 8th grade! We have a very busy and exciting year ahead of us. Learning to read and write well is fun, rewarding, and sometimes frustrating. During this year, we will be focused on improving your reading and writing skills while learning to navigate the difficult world of literature through skillful use of strategy and mature reading practice.
A ground shaking noise going boom, pow throughout the sky sets out a loud and powerful
It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun is still shining bright in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. It is hot outside, about 99 degrees. My heart is pounding with fear of the unknown. The bus stops and the doors fold open. A soldier comes running up the bus stairs in a round brown hat screaming at the top of his lungs, “Get off the bus, now soldiers!” I jump out of my seat and immediately rush to the front of the bus, along with about twenty other new recruits. I have no idea what to expect but have heard the horror stories about basic training and how much the Drill Sergeants yell and apparently this Drill Sergeant has a set of lungs on him that could dwarf a bullhorn.
As I fly back home from Alaska, I think of all my all my adventures I’ve had so far. I feel amazing that I finally finish and will be returning to my dogs, my home, and most importantly, my sweet wife. I missed her so much over the past two weeks, I can't wait to see her again.
High in the treetops, in a forest long ago, Markus the young boy lay asleep. He had abnormally large ears and he loved to eat bananas. Markus spent many hours climbing the large trees, and his favorite thing to do was hang upside down.
John woke up to his screeching alarm at 5:30, slamming his hand down on the snooze button subsequently. “Fuck”, he bellowed in anger. He arose from his bed and rubbed his eyes as he entered his bathroom. John winced as he turned the bright light on, he grabbed a towel then hopped in his morning shower. He lathered up then rinsed off, doing the same to his hair. He dried off then headed downstairs and poured himself a cup of coffee. He turned on the tv, the news channel was showing live footage of a bus crash on the highway. He let out a snide laugh, “sucks to suck!”
When I read a book, I step into a world careening with creative stories, elaborate settings, and earnest characters that worm their way through our hearts of thousands. Other times, I open a book to find myself in someone else’s words, or challenge my limits. There's no denying the power and beauty of literature, but understanding, analyzing, and creating so much power is no easy task. It’s why I'm so eager to join this class. I want to learn further with the best class possible, Advanced Sophomore English. I well understand the difficulty and effort that goes into the challenges of an advanced curriculum/placement, especially the motivation and risks you need as well. Throughout my life, I’ve had firsthand experience/learned many essential skills. In 6th grade, I lead a team of friends to win 1st place in Device Performance in the 2013 Tech Challenge hosted in San Jose Tech Museum where over 600 teams pitted against each other from across the Bay Area. That following year, I was the only selected student to attend Tech Trek, a camp hosted in many universities like Stanford and Sonoma State university dedicated to promoting the math and science field to young students. In 8th grade, I was awarded an English Department Award by my English teacher for my outstanding performance in leadership, writing, reading, discussion, presenting, and more. And most recently, I was not only accepted into our
one long and dark afternoon, jose patel was lying in his bed contemplating on which sword he could use to overtake the champion owner of the belt, gringo geco. as the door knocked,
As I placed the car into park, turned the key off and stepped into the crisp cold winter air, I begin to feel my pulse raise. With each step we took drawing us closer to the door, I felt my heart beating faster. With a quick turn of the ice cold door knob, I found myself standing in a whole new world. The food, the music, the faces, the language, everything was different than what I knew. For the first time in my life I was the minority in my small home town of Winamac, Indiana.
“ Yeah well.” bobby had ran out of words to say. The boys had come to a big dirt patch in some grass and had set up a campfire and some tents. After awhile the boys went to bed. That night was a long one with Bobby getting scared by almost every noise in the woods. In the morning Fred was the first up and was opening the ice chest they had put food and drinks in, when he heard something over where there was tall grass. Being the kind of person he is, Fred went to investigate. When he got closer to the source of the sound he saw it running away, he caught a glimpse of it, it was a pale creature with ripped clothes and big black eyes. Fred ran back to the camp and woke Kevin and Bobby, they woke up and saw that Fred was scared out of his mind.
The United States is by far the richest and most powerful country in the world. We citizens take for granted luxuries that people of other countries can only dream. Yet in our society there are serious social issues that for reasons unknown are not being addressed. One of the most important issues that typical politicians are afraid to address is that of what to do with the nation’s illegal drug problems. Although we hear terms like "The War on Drugs" and "Drug Treatment", a fresh approach to this issue is overdue. The country should take a new look at drug legalization as a solution to a problem that has been long out of control.
Looking through this thread so far, pretty much last as usual thanks to my writing style, I was surprised to see there are no fellow procrastinators in the class. This is a stark contrast from my recently departed high school class. We would all get rubrics and prompts at least a week in advance and we would all begin our assignments on the same day: the day before the assignment is due. Sometimes it was utter chaos in the library in the morning of or the lunch period right before. Sometimes others would forgo the whole early or late ordeal and have no paper to turn in at all. We were young, we were wild, we were all so very stupid. But then again this is college, this is a different animal, and many have seen the error of their ways and chosen