Using your knowledge of storytelling techniques and "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge," answer the following question with the best answer possible.
Why did Ambrose Bierce choose to change between different storytelling techniques?
to alter the reader's sense of reality
O to make the story more of a mystery
to heighten the story's suspense
to confuse the reader with Peyton's sense of reality

Which detail belongs in paragraph 5 to support the main idea of the paragraph? a) places to receive acupuncture are increasingly easy to find all across the united states. b) not everyone is necessarily fond of acupuncture; some patients prefer other methods of physical therapy. c) even though acupuncture is a popular chinese treatment, it has grown popular around the world. d) most of the adverse effects of acupuncture that have been reported do not derive from the procedure itself but from improper application.

Which sources would be most appropriate for an essay that focuses on how technology has affected the development of english? check all that apply. an anthology of old and middle english literature u "colonialism and the influence of french on english" the effects of the printing press on language "how computers are changing the way we speak, write, and think" influential writers of the eighteenth century "lol: the influence of text messaging on spoken english"

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream