The kind hand of winter had erased every trace of the landscape that Joe knew so well and disliked so deeply, removing all evidence of its barren and unpleasant scenery, softening the sharp edges of fences and rooftops. Through the thoughtful intervention of winter, his world had
been transformed. Suddenly, he felt less of an outsider. Welcomed by the cordial embrace of brilliant white snowdrifts, winter adorned the sparse
trees, houses, and roadways with her familiar clothing.

Compare and contrast spoon river anthology

You are to write a five paragraph literary essay based on one of the 4 prompts and what you have read and learned in this module. these are your options: 1. how do the events of "the white umbrella" teach the narrator a lesson about shame and acceptance? 2. what role does creativity play in "the bat-poet"? 3. how does the character of squeaky change over the course of "raymond's run"? 4. discuss the influences of older family members on the protagonists and speakers in the stories and poems of this unit. you are to write a five paragraph literary essay based on what you have read and learned in this module. your final submission should meet the following requirements. • submit completed pre-writing and outline documents. • write an essay that contains an introduction with hook and thesis statement, supporting paragraphs with evidence and at least one quotation, and a conclusion that restates the thesis and reviews main points. • use transitions appropriate to the pattern of organization. • use vocabulary to create tone and voice. • cite primary source (quotation). • submit completed revision checklist. • vary sentence structure. • create sentences with parallel structures. • use technology in the writing process.

Which excerpt from the war of the worldseffectively reveals how the author relates the climax of the narrative through the narrator's thoughts? the war of the worldsall this had happened with such swiftness that i had stood motionless, dumbfounded and dazzled by the flashes of light. had that death swept through a full circle, it must inevitably have slain me in my surprise. but it passed and spared me, and left the night about me suddenly dark and unfamiliar.and then, with a renewed horror, i saw a round, black object bobbing up and down on the edge of the pit. it was the head of the shopman who had fallen in, but showing as a little black object against the hot western sun.at that time it was quite clear in my own mind that the thing had come from the planet mars, but i judged it improbable that it contained any living creature. i thought the unscrewing might be automatic.my mind ran fancifully on the possibilities of its containing manuscript, on the difficulties in translation that might arise, whether we should find coins and models in it, and so forth. yet it was a little too large for assurance on this idea. i felt an impatience to see it opened.