This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

Readers know this due to how in the play the main conflict is love. The types of figurative language and or literary devices that William Shakespeare uses in the play to reinforce the themes are personification, symbolism, and clichés. A good quote from the play is when Helena was talking to herself after the meeting with the duke and her father. Helena said “How happy some o'er other some can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so.

Keep hydrated and I will see you tomorrow.” Coach Doug yelled. Annie, the best on the team, grabbed her board and headed to her car. She has been preparing for the championship meet the whole summer now. Annie has never wanted anything so bad. She went home to eat breakfast and decided to go skateboarding with her friends. Every Tuesday, they meet up at the skateboard rink. They spend hours there trying new stunts and tricks. “Watch this new move I can do!” Maggie yelled. She nailed a frontside

day until I got a phone call that destroyed the little hope I had left to hold on to. It seemed like any other ordinary summer day in Florida. The temperature was high and if you walked out of the door, you could feel the heat hit you. I was in my room watching Netflix when I got a call. It was my aunt. We talk almost every day, so this seemed pretty normal to me. However, today something was off. She did not sound like she usually sounds. She was being way to quiet for someone like her; she will talk

dark and cold. I don’t know where I am; I am so afraid right now. I don’t know what to do. I can’t scream because my throat is sore. The walls; they’re closing in on me. I can’t breathe. I am scared, so scared. • • • March 23, 2016. A Tuesday; it was not as bad as a Monday but not the greatest. A bright, sun shining day for Nuru. She headed to school today, just like any other day. At least to her it is. Nuru’s family struggled to make it in this world. She doesn’t know of this because her family

Interview Reporter: I am here with a one particular young woman that has sparked interest in my eyes for many months. She works as a news writer for the New York Daily Tribune, that’s how I was able to find out about her story. Her story was so fascinating I have decided to call her in so she can share it with you all. Her name is Abigail Pilot. Abigail: Hello everyone. Reporter: Now Abigail, you were able to escape from slavery. Where did you escape from, and how long did it take you to travel from

called for me so I took off running and looking to find her she came running from the door, “ a man a man” Ava said running in from school. I stopped her as she flew pasted me, “ whoa whoa whoa slow down and get back here what are you talking about?” she just looked at me and gave me this weird look and the slowly grabbed my arm and walked me to the door. As we got to the door Ava ran of another room and hid, “Ava sweetie come here there is no man at the door it's nothing you can come out” I told her

kept sending you- Messages instead of I -Messages. She blamed on her child for everything. She didn’t think what the real problem was. She asked to her child, “ Why you do that?”, but this “why questions” were not “open-ended questions.” These questions were more coming from the adult frustration that she could not control over her child. She also called her daughter bad names and treated her child without dignity. The mother was just reacting the situation and made her more miserable. She is a really

six thirty in the evening. I walk into a pub on Madison Avenue, shutting the door behind and plunging into a blur of blissful silence. The pub is mostly deserted, except for an old man with ears pointier than my own nose. He is reading a paper and frowning, and he oddly reminds me of Yoda. He turns to me, smiles and nods in acknowledgement, before hopping down from the stool and hobbling out into the evening. And then there is the bartender whose real name is Andy, but I call him the bartender who

"Why would you kiss me snake?" she asks. "Because you are beautiful!" he answered. "I am just a cat, a cheetah has more beauty, grace and speed." she answered. "You are the cheetah Anu." she frowned "No Usra! I am, but a humble cat, there is nothing special about me." she sighed. “You are everything the Cheetah is and more to me." he pressed closer to her side. "Look what is in front of you, dear friend." he whispered, She lifted her head and a massive door filled her sight. "I see a door

The hot sun burned my neck as I ran till my feet ached because I know if i turn back know I will never have another chance to leave again, but then my face hit the steaming, hot ground. I got up looking behind me to see if he is there. A dark shadow approached me. I am to afraid to check, but then a cold hand touched the back of my shoulder. “Hello,” someone said. “Hello, are you ok.” “Help me. He is coming for me. Help me. I need to run, “ I begged with my parched lips cracking, but my eyes closed