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Answer:
a cue that an important word might follow
Explanation:
Answer:you can think of a fake story or just google it up.
Explanation: I just look up 150 to 200 thriller story, but it’s kinda not smart to google things up but I can paste up what I found!
Lisa Barn. That was the name of the beautiful, kind, and unfortunate girl who had no idea what her future was holding for her. Lisa had long dark brown hair that draped down her long back. She had beautiful rich brown eyes and deep olive tan skin. She was 24 years old and was looking for a place to hide away from her crumbling world. She decided she needed to drive, she didn’t know where she was going but she knew she wanted to escape. Driving for over 5 hours will do a lot to someone, especially at 11 o’clock at night. Lisa's eyelids started to droop, her stomach growled, and she had to use the bathroom. Just as she rounded a narrow bend in the road a deer jumped out in front of the car. As tired and unaware as she was, Lisa screamed and swerved off the road. When she looked over her shoulder she saw the deer trout back into the woods as if it never noticed the danger it was in. Now Lisa’s car was stuck on the side of the road and she was at a loss for what to do. It was then that she saw the ever so dim light shining through the trees. Cautiously she crept out of her car and made her way towards the light. Through the leaves of the trees an empty cabin was revealed. Once inside she started a fire in the fireplace and cozied up with a blanket on the couch. The steady clicking of the grandfather clock’s second hand was putting Lisa to sleep. As she started to fall asleep she heard a loud, crashing bang against the door, that seemed to shake the whole house in its very foundation. She was unknowing of the situation and as she tried to lay back down another bang came to the door and this time no more than 5 seconds later the power in the cabin went out. At this very minute there were thousands of thoughts going through Lisa’s head. There was no other explanation for what happened other than someone being outside. She was out in the middle of the woods with no car, no working phone, and no lights. Whoever was outside could get into the house whenever they wanted. Even if she made it through the night and into the day, it wouldn’t change the fact that she was still out there all alone. She ran to the kitchen grabbed a knife and scurried up the stairs to her bedroom where she locked herself in. As she backed away from the door her back hit the wall and nearly made her jump out of her skin. She slid down the wall and cried for what felt like hours. In that time she never heard a single thing besides her echoing sobs. As she realized this, she thought to herself, “maybe there was no one out there after all. Maybe a tree branch fell on the power line or something. That would explain the power situation.” She slowly got up and shuffled to the bedroom door unlocking it. She crept down each step on the stairs waiting at least a minute on each step to listen for any noise. Finally, after hearing nothing, she came to the conclusion that she had just imagined the worst case scenario. That was until she saw him. He was a tall man. He had a muscular frame and was wearing a ski mask. He was outside on the porch just staring at her through the glass. One look at his 6’4 body and Lisa knew she didn’t stand a chance against him, as she only stood at 5’2. Lisa felt as if her entire body had shut down. She couldn’t move, blink, or breathe. When she eventually gathered up enough courage she backed into the bathroom where she hid, and then silence. Nothing. Not even her breathing could be heard, until the loud thundering crash of the front door hitting the ground rang in her ears. He had gotten in. All hope was lost. Lisa knew she had to think quickly or she was going to die. She could hear his big feet dragging on the wood floor of the cabin. Lisa couldn’t understand why all this was happening to her, why her? The doorknob jiggled. She had to do something and fast. She reached for the curtain rod of the shower. Up on her tippy toes stretching her arm as long as it would go eventually grabbing it and using all her force to break the window leading outside into the woods. As she jumped out of the window she cut the side of her leg on the broken glass but it didn’t matter, Lisa was only worried about escaping out of the cabin. The man heard the glass break and ran around the outside of the house where he found her. She tried to run but he was too fast. He managed to grab the back of her jacket and pull her towards him. She could scream but what goods a scream if there’s no one around to hear it. After all, a scream is only a scream when it is heard.
No, People are criticized all of the time about their garments(which is silly in my opinion). I, however, have never. I just don'y pay it any mind.
Your thesis statement: <span> Even though constructive criticism is helpful to some people, judging people about their clothes is wrong. Judging people hurts their feelings and bullying can cause lifelong problems.</span>
Some tips to help you write about your fictional character that lived in the Civil war era are:
- Use settings that reflect the Civil War era
- Make use of engaging words to do your narration
- Make use of conflict and suspense to hook your readers
- There should be a didactic theme used
- Make use of imagery
- Keep the plot tightly knit
- Conclude.
<h3>What is a Narration?</h3>
This refers to the storytelling that usually makes use of a narrator to show the sequence of events that occurred in a story.
Hence, we can see that you would need to use the proper settings to show the Civil War era in America to show both the physical locations and the historical notations used.
Make use of the given sample above to write a good narrative of a fictional character that lived in the Civil war era
Read more about narrations here:
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