Answer:
to make whatever was at the door to go away and disappear.
Explanation:
In "The Monkey's Paw," by W. W. Jacobs, even though Mrs. White is desperate and wants her son back, her husband thinks it would be insane to wish for Herbert back after he has been killed by a machinery. Thus, he begs his wife not to let "it"into the house because he believes that whatever is knocking at the door is not their real son. In fact, Herbert's body is mutilated and decomposed.
Feedback:
I think your descriptions are great! I like the way you describe the setting and how it makes the observer feel with extreme detail. I was able to picture everything really well in my head. Moving forwards, I think what you should do is reassess what you're writing about. Maybe I misunderstood what you meant by <em>"describing a moutain," </em>but I feel that you spent too much time talking about the overall setting and how it made the observer feel instead of the actual mountain. I liked your description of the mountain being "a beast arisen from nowhere; its tip to be unseen" and I think you should continue this as you'll prevent yourself from drifting too far from the object of interest.
The answer is C. Whenever we come to grass that can be mowed, Mr. Frink has the men cut a good supply of it with the scynthe...
It was Mr. Frink plan to remain here until enough of the coarse grass had been cut and cured into hay to feed our horses across the desert.
Answer:
Transitional words and phrases.
Explanation:
Transitional words and phrases show the relationships between the parts of a ... longer piece of writing (i.e., an essay, short story, novel, magazine article, etcetera). ... furthermore, in addition to, last, likewise, more, moreover, next, similarly, too. ... To Compare or Contrast Ideas.
Answer:
Have you ever been bullied to tears?
Yeah I've been into this, not once, not twice but infinite number of times. People will always judge you if you're trapped in an incident or may be in a tragedy. They'll drag you down to the mud where you can just try to escape but the patches are always there on your body.
I hanged out with lot of boys, some seniors, some classmates. And my intention is and was totally transparent carrying a pure friendship with them and so were their's as I assumed so. Sometimes it turned out into more than a friendship making you lose the reputation in your own eyes. But no one can read anyone's mind. I've had been tagged with number of boys since I was a teenager. People talked or gossiped about my character. They still define me as a person who I am not. I'd always tried to figure it out. But alas! Nothing worked. ItI heard so many times people indicating me owing a downmarket character.( they used another word). It is and will be my choice of people whom I want to be surrounded with.
I always had found it so embarrassing that people talks behind you. I always found it embarrassing when your people are not yours in front of the world.
I tried on disguising the patches with isolating myself giving it a name of "improving". But you really can't put a cello tape on someone's mouth when you really don't know who they are.
