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i choose the Parse badge ( REQUIREMENTS ) : There was onces, in the country Alifbay, sad city, the saddest of cities, a city ruinously that it had forgotten his name. (compound)
there : adverb
country : noun
sad : adjective
ruinonously : adjective
forgotten : verb
there was a boy called Daniel who lived in the street and he was a troublemaker. he lost his family when he was 4 years old because the bus was an explosion. After that time he grow up on the street with no one could help him. One day he found a box with something inside the box , he opened very slow like a snail when he opened inside was a cat!. After he opened the box he sale the cat and now he can’t be poor anymore because he can the things that he dident get to eat and be hot on his new house The End
Year 9 we are looking forward to marking your essays comparing Vendetta and The Schoolteacher’s Guest. We will set you a reading task linked to short stories next week – if you have a favourite short story author you would like to research this is your chance to make a suggestion. You will be asked to read a short story, prepare a presentation for the class on the story and the author. You will be able to do this in pairs – if you have any suggestions why not leave a comment on this blog? We will be setting it up for Tuesday so please feel free to make suggestions!
Ms L & Dr O
Q1 : There was once, in the country of Alifbay (complex) (so I’m told) sadness was actually manufacture, (compound)
Q2 The black smoke came throw the chimneys of the sad factory and go to the city to tell bad news
noun: chimneys
noun phrase : black smoke poured out of the chimneys
verb : hung
preposition : hung over the city like bad news
EXT : In the North of the sad city stood mighty factories in which ( he was told ) sadness was actually manufactured, packed and send all over the world, which never seemed to get enough for it.
There passed a weary time. In each throat was parched and glazed each eye . weary time a weary time how glazed is the weary eye. ( first paragraph)
when i am looking at the westward, I beheld a something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck and then it seemed a mist . (second paragraph )
Her lips were red,her looks were free, Her locks este yellow as gold: Her skin das as white leprosy . . . For my opinion I think that she is a vampire messenger because the vampire has white dead skin and always with red lips
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