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act 1
The play is set in a one-room apartment at the top of an old Victorian house. When the curtain rises, we see Jimmy Porter and Cliff Lewis, seated on opposite sides of he stage and reading newspapers. There are others beside them and between them, forming “a jungle of newspapers and weeklies.” Jimmy is smoking a pipe. A tattered stuffed bear and squirrel sit on a chest of drawers at the end of a double bed, which takes up most of the back wall. The furniture is simple and somewhat shabby.
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Fiction is literature in the form of prose, especially short stories and novels, that describes imaginary events and people.
Fiction generally is a narrative form, in any medium, consisting of people, events, or places that are imaginary—in other words, not based strictly on history or fact. In its most narrow usage, fiction refers to written narratives in prose and often specifically novels, though also novellas and short stories.
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Brainliest please?
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 )
10 x 100 = 1,000
Hope that helps! :)
What story, and what excerpt. You should have either attatched a picture or a quote so we could help you .-.
