My father had left our house in the midst of a fight, between Lindsey and my mother, my mother was trying to get Lindsey to go with her to the Y to swim. Without thinking Lindsey had blared, "I'd rather die!" ,at the top of her lungs. My father watched as my mother froze then burst fleeing to their bedroom to wail behind the door. He quietly tucked his notebook in his jacket pocket ,took the car keys off the hook by the back door, and snuck out.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Literary Elements: TAKS Pt 3
1.) Satire- a literary work holding up human vices and follies to ridicule or scorn.
2.) Irony- a pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the other's false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning.
3.) Analogy- of, relating to, or being an analogue.
4.) Foreshadowing- to represent, indicate, or typify beforehand.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Figurative Language
figurative- representing by a figure or resemblance.
figure of speech- a form of expression used to convey meaning or heighten effect often by comparing or identifying one thing with another that has a meaning or connotation familiar to reader or listener.
Imagery- the product of image markers.
Trope- the use of a word or expression in a figurative sense.
they all express something.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Story Spinner
As the old man approached my friends and me i told them that we should go cause he acted kind of funny but they did not want to listen to me and told me that nothing was going to happen. so we stayed and nothing happened that night but we went back a week later and he was sitting there with blood on his hands and we asked him why he had blood all over him and he told use that he could not tell us.
So one night we went to his house and sat around and waited to see what he had been doing to get blood all over him but he never came out and we went to sleep up under a tree and the next morning when we woke up we were inside his and we tried to get out but all the doors were locked. So we sat around and wondered why he had us locked in his house and then we started hearing this noise and it was coming from outside so we walked over to the window but we could not see anything.
And the man came in the house with a flashlight acting all gibberish and we asked him was he had been doing and he told us that he was going to give us three seconds to get out of his house or he was going to kill us so we didn't pick our shoes up we just ran outside barefoot and grab the bicycle and took off down the road and we never saw that man again.
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