I believe the answer is D- Use a pace that is appropriate for the tone of the poem
Alliteration is the figurative language for those types of sentences
I think it is:
Sarah opened her drawer took out the new stationary set. Now that she has finished her chores, she can spend some time writing a letter to her friend Cade. Cade had just moved to a new city a few months ago, but Sarah felt as if he had been gone for a year. Fortunately, they both love writing letters. They even put their own creative touch, a sketch, at the bottom of each letter. They were determined that their friendship would last even if they were far away from each other.
Something like that. I hope this helps.
Answer:
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st
Explanation:
Iambic pentameter is a form of poetical writing style where there are ten syllables/ iambs / meters in a line. These words in each line will also be an alternation between an unstressed and a stressed syllable.
Among the lines given in the question, the last two lines are written in an iambic pentameter form. The lines are from William Shakespeare's "<em>Sonnet 18</em>",
And <u>sum</u>mer's<u> lease</u> hath<u> all</u> too <u>short</u> a <u>date
</u>
Nor<u> lose</u> po<u>sses</u>sion <u>of</u> that<u> fair</u> thou <u>ow'st</u>
The stressed words are underlined, thus the evident alternating unstressed and stressed meter form. Thus, these two lines are written in an iambic pentameter form.
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 )
