can you guys create a story that is first person and NONFICTION that really happen to your lives and not a short story make it kinda long but not that long and tell the story of discovering something or learning something for the first time and it should have a conflict, Exposition, Rising action, climax, falling action, Resolution. and it needs to be 3d writing(getting the five senses involve - sight, sound, smell, taste, touch) you dont need to include all of them but some of them. plss and thank you

Which of the following words best describes gregors life as expressed in this passage a.) excitingb.)surprisingc.)satisfying d.)demanding

What is the significance of the novel's title? what is the "sweet hereafter"? a). a place you go after a tragedy takes your life b). a beautiful place the dead go, like heaven c). into the sunset, an ending that is not defined d). a dark sad place the dead go before rebirth

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