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The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l." Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way a great many words, among them pin, hat, cup and a few verbs like sit, stand and walk.
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The piercing sound of the alarm clock brought me back from the dead of sleep. I started to wriggle and stretch within my cosy, warm, haven that is my bed. As parts of my body were gradually turning on, I realised today was the last day of school. I leaned over at the bulky black clock. I was already ten minutes late.
As I flopped across my bed, I glanced at the mirror behind the door. What I saw shocked me beyond what I had ever felt before. As I stared at the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was nothing on the bed! I was sitting right there, yet I couldn’t see myself in the mirror. How could this be! I thought to myself. There’s no way people can just disappear. I looked again. There was my indentation on the bed, but there was nothing above where I was supposed to be and in that moment I realized that I was invisible. Overwhelmed with fear, I sat still for minutes, unable to comprehend the situation. It was just impossible. Suddenly, my mind was flooded with thoughts and ideas. The variety of things I could do without being seen. It was a scary yet exciting feeling. My attempts to reach out to my family resulted in nothing but failure. Just as I thought being invisible was bad, the fact that I could not be heard was even worse. A wave of sadness hit like a truck. I tried everything in my power to leave my family a message. I was left with nothing but disappointment.
I was considered missing after that exact day. Eventually, days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Nothing had changed. Family and friends mourned as though I had passed away. Never seen again and I still wonder about that peculiar day.
( yeah this kinda sucks :"(( but I tried, feel free to improve it as much to your liking. I pretty much lack ideas and creativity. Ps. I'm not sure how short this was supposed to be :")) Hope this kinda helped x )
I was writing a story.
I have written poems.
I have been writing a novel.
I had written a song.
<span>I had been written up for fighting.
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The last one is sort of weird, since you can't say "I had been written" in the sense of the verb "write" as it would be grammatically incorrect.
We can actually deduce here that the excerpt best supports Douglass’s purpose to inform the reader about slavery in the following way: It shows how enslaved persons do not have control over their fate because they are considered property.
<h3>What is author's purpose?</h3>
Author's purpose actually refers to the reason or the goal that propels a writer to write. It reveals what the writer or author seeks to achieve from writing.
We see here that Douglass's purpose to inform the reader about slavery is seen in the way he shows how enslaved persons do not have control over their fate because they are considered property.
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