so like instead of taking a quote you paraphrase/ write it in your own words
She was charged for using witchcraft, so she was hanged. The thing is, they were just accused of bringing smallpox to Andover, but this disease killed two of her children, leaving the two other children and the husband both fine. Seems suspicious to the authorities. The evidence against her was people she knew, like neighbors. They accused her of curses and "powers" that she suddenly had. Though Martha pled not guilty, she was still hung.
-Mabel <3
Narrative is a type of nonfiction
dog is a type of mammal
therefore A might be the answer
Answer:
A character vs self
The exposition
Explanation:
The options you were given are the following:
- A character vs self
- A character vs nature
- A character vs society
- The exposition
- The climax
- The falling action
- The resolution
<em>The Tell-Tale Heart</em> is a short story written by Edgar Allan Poe. It's told from the perspective of an unnamed narrator who is trying to convince the readers of his sanity while describing a murder he committed. He murdered an old man with a pale blue <em>vulture-eye. </em>After the murder, he begins hearing a thumping sound, which he interprets as the dead man's beating heart. The sound terrifies him and leads him to confess what he has done to officers.
The given passage is the beginning of the story, which means that it's the exposition. It introduces the characters and the conflict. In literature, there are two basic types of conflict:
- Internal conflict - a character struggles with their own opposing desires or beliefs.
- External conflict - a character struggles with an outside force, such as another character, nature, or society.
Here, we have an example of an inner (character vs self) conflict. The narrator tells us that the old man never wronged him and that he even loved him. However, he feels the need to murder him, as he explains it, because of his pale blue eye of a vulture, and decides to do that.
Answer: 2 I think.
Explanation: “ And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.”
