Well there’s nothing to check but writerly means characteristic of a writer. For example Ernest Hemingway has his own special way of writing that draws readers in
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The volunteers lifted the boxes.
it gives who and what they did
Rusted and broken.
what was rusted and broken it doesnt give a lot of info
The dog barks loudly at strangers.
it said what the dogs did
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It had been late at night, the whole day had gone by as a blur. Nobody seemed to remember my birthday but it didn't really matter since I never liked attention anyways. I was on my bed staring at my ceiling thinking of everything but at the same time nothing. I heard a knock on my window, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I move the white fluffy curtains out of my view to see my best friend standing below my balcony. My eyes widen and panic flashes through my eyes. My parents would kill me if they found out about this. He easily climbs up my balcony with a small smile on his face.
"What are you doing here" I whisper shout not wanting my parents to hear. His smile widens and takes out a medium sized present wrapped in dark green gift wrapped from the edge of the balcony. I smile, happy at least one person remembered my birthday.
"I got you this" he says while giving it to me. I take it from his hands and sit criss cross on the cool floor. I couldn't stop smiling to myself. I open it, delicately taking off the silky green wrapper. It had two boxes one bigger than the other. I open it and find a small necklace with small butterflies decorating it. I take in every little detail and color they had. It sparkled under the moonlight, making it look ethereal.
"Leo you shouldn't have" I say smiling at him, while he sat down on the floor in front of me. He shakes his head.
" Just open the other one" he says smiling and displaying his straight white teeth. I open the other one, my eyes widening from the happiness. It was a projector, it illuminated stars onto the ceiling. I always asked for one but never really found one to buy, so the thought that he actually remembered made me smile even more.
"Gosh this is so beautiful" I let out a sigh, hugging him not trying to let out a laugh from how sweet he was. "I have another surprise, come on" he says while getting up and climbing off the balcony. I shake my head disapprovingly since I would get in serious trouble if i snuck out. He looks back to see if I'm following him. He frowns, "Come on it'll be quick" he says. I sigh climbing my way off my balcony and going to his car. That night he drove me to a field of flowers while we stargazed while laying on the field. Everything looked so serene under the moonlight it gave me a sense of bliss.
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I tried doing 200 words but it wasn't enough but i hope this helped and if it didn't I could always do it again if you like.
I have been trying to google about the topic you are searching for. Are you sure that the stage you need to write about is called transitional? Probably you have meant revising stage. <span>No text should be sent out or published without going over it at least once! Twice is even better. You must reread even the shortest business email to prevent any embarrassing mistakes (such as sending the wrong email to the wrong person, to start with). Revising means evaluating your text’s content and making sure you actually wrote what you intended in the planning stage. </span>
Answer: Thomas Malthus, who studied population growth.
Thomas Malthus was an English scholar. He is particularly well-known because of his studies on population growth. He realized that, when food production in a nation improved, population tended to go up. However, this change did not last long, as population growth restored the original per capita production level. Therefore, instead of using surplus for improving standards of living, humans tend to use it to increase population. These conclusions were carefully studied by Darwin, and they helped him develop his own theories on natural selection.
