Which of these sentences uses correct parallel structure?

Which is the best example of a situation archetype

Zinaida [17]

i would say the anwser is most definetly C

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3 years ago

Which line(s) are in the subjunctive mood? 3,8,10,13

aalyn [17]

I know I'm rather late but the answer is 8 and 13. (This question requires some background... so yea.)

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4 years ago

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What about the passage’s setting helps create a tone suspense?

LuckyWell [14K]

The answer is B.Darkness is a very much used resource for creating suspense.Apart from that, there is also the mentioning of the feeling unease.This sample of language connected to darkness creates a sense of suspense as you do not know what it is going to happen next and besides , as a reader you are also in the dark.

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4 years ago

The primary purpose of the passage is to:__________

Usimov [2.4K]

Answer:

Correct Answer:

C. present experimental results that illustrate the need for certain wildlife management procedures and point out some inconsistencies in those results

Explanation:

The passage which the question is talking about is below:

Grassland songbirds often nest in the same grassland-wetland complexes

Grassland songbirds often nest in the same grassland-wetland complexes as waterfowl, particularly in a certain part of those complexes, namely, upland habitats surrounding wetlands. Although some wildlife management procedures directed at waterfowl, such as habitat enhancement or restoration, may also benefit songbirds, the impact of others, especially the control of waterfowl predators, remains difficult to predict.

For example, most predators of waterfowl nests prey opportunistically on songbird nests, and removing these predators could directly increase songbird nesting success. Alternatively, small mammals such as mice and ground squirrels are important in the diet of many waterfowl-nest predators and can themselves be important predators of songbird nest. Thus, removing waterfowl-nest predators could affect songbird nesting success through subsequent increases in small-mammal populations.

In 1995 and 1996, researchers trapped and removed certain waterfowl-nest predators, primarily raccoons and striped skunks, then observed subsequent survival rates for songbird nests. Surprisingly, they observed no significant effect on songbird nesting success. This may be due to several factors. Neither raccoons nor striped skunks consume ground squirrels, which are important predators of songbird nests. Thus, their removal may not have led to significant increases in populations of smaller predators.

Additionally, both raccoons and striped skunks prefer wetlands and spend little time in upland habitats; removing these species may not have increased the nesting success of songbirds in the uplands enough to allow detection.

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3 years ago

Can someone write me a story! It has to have drama, big problems, and conflict. The story has to be at least a Full page and a h

Mama L [17]

Answer:

I’m not normal.

I wish I was, but I’m not. I have the ability to predict people's deaths. My first awareness of this “Gift” came when I was nine years old. It was a good year for me. My grades were good, and I was very popular. A friend of mine, Sandra, invited me over to her birthday party. I was ecstatic. I bought her a wonderful art set, 25 colours, 4 different types of brushes, and 3 canvases. It was a gift I could be proud of. The day came finally. At Sandra's house it was full and vibrant. Streamers were tied elegantly to a big “HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDRA!”

It turned out to be a lovely day, we played games, ate cake, and played more games. It was dark when Sandra’s grandparents came, they were loaded with presents. I grabbed another piece of cake and sat at the couch to watch Sandra open her gifts. After about the tenth doll Sandra had received I began to get quite bored. My eyes lingered around the room to find something else to stare at. I watched Sandra’s grandparents. For a while everything seemed to be normal. Then images flashed through my mind. Images of sandra’s grandparents swerving through a dirt road, then suddenly they were thrown out of the car. I stared at them in horror. Suddenly, without thinking. I threw myself at them, tears strolled my cheeks.

“What is it, dear?”

I couldn't make out words so I huffed, “Don’t...go...home!”

The old lady looked quite confused, “Well, why not Dear?”

“B-because you-you’ll die!”

This time Sandra’s grandpa spoke. He said in a harsh voice, “That’s the biggest load of rubbish I’ve ever heard!” I slumped away dejectedly, wondering if I had really seen a vision or not.

I had.

Sandra's grandparents died in a car crash the next day. It scared me so badly that I couldn't eat or sleep. I went to their funeral, I couldn't help but feel responsible. Over the next few years, other incidents occurred. One of them happened to my best friend when I was sixteen. I told her not to go to a certain party with a certain someone. She didn't listen to me. She was accidentally pushed off a bridge and died. After her death I began to wonder why I could do what I do. I began to get nightmares. Random people I saw on the street would have all kinds of horrible fate in my dreams. The worst part was, I knew it was going to come true. I searched for three years looking for someone to help me. Finally one lady said she knew of a psychiatrist who deals with problems like this. She gave me the lady's phone number, and the address of the building where she worked. I was excited and immediately made an appointment to see her tomorrow morning. On closer observation of the building where she supposedly worked, I noticed it looked very dilapidated and run down. It gave me small chills, but I brushed it off and walked in. The inside looked just as depressed as the outside. But again I ignored the voice inside me that told me to turn around. I registered into the system and waited in the waiting area for the lady to call my name. Finally she did. I went into the psychiatrist's office. The lady waiting for me was thin and frail. She asked my name. I asked hers. Then I began to explain everything, starting from the incident at Sandra’s party, to the death of my friend. She was very interested. When I was finished she eagerly asked me if I could tell when she would die. I stared at her nervously. Something was off. Nevertheless I knew the answer; yes. I told her she would die of a heart attack. Then she began scarily interested. She walked in circles around me, and asked me all kinds of intrusive and pretty personal questions. It made me incredibly uncomfortable. So I decided to leave. I thanked her quickly and made my way towards the door. But she was faster. She ran to the door and locked it quickly, “Are not going anywhere” she hissed “You’re going to be very useful to me.”

“H-how?!” I was going white. She ran up to a nearby drawer and pulled out an orange knife and slowly walked towards me. I screamed and ran towards the door, banging and screaming. But it was too late. She stabbed me. I fainted. When I slowly awoke I felt different. I ran out of the building and into my house I quickly grabbed a hand mirror to inspect my wounds. But I had none. Instead my entire body was different. I had turned into the psychiatrist! Which gave me the awful feeling that she had turned into me. Which made me wonder why. Then I remembered that she had been extremely interested in me. She couldn't probably make a lot of money as a fortune-teller. Needless to say I wanted my body back! I've been spending years now searching all over the country looking for the lady to return her body back. So if you see a thin looking psychiatrist, who doesnt look like she knows what she's doing. You’ll know it’s me, still frantically searching for my body

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3 years ago