Write a short story ending to the following prompt: All around him, lonely crickets are calling for company and in his chest, his heartbeat is slow and steady, even though his mind is working overtime. After a while the same voice speaks again, but more distant, like it’s traveling with the wind now. ‘Come darling one. I’ve been waiting for you.’

Even though Jack is still convinced that no one is really talking to him, he can’t resist asking the voice a question, although he really doesn’t expect an answer.

‘Who are you?’

‘I am your destiny.’

‘You’re my destiny? Do you mean to say…’

This time the only answer he receives is the faint sound of jingling bells.

‘Of course’, he murmured, ‘I can’t be alive anymore. I would’ve never been this brave in real life. But if this is Heaven, why is it so dark and cold?’

All of a sudden, a smoky blue light appears in the distance. Magical and mysterious, it lures him to something he could not yet see, but he could feel in his bones that he’s been there before.

‘Jack?’ the voice called.

Warily he answered: ‘Yes?’

‘Come here, Jack.’

Frantically he turns in all directions, searching for the owner of the voice. Could it possibly be an angel?

He really didn’t picture death to feel like this. ‘Where are you?’

‘Come closer, come sit with me.’

Following the sound of the last words spoken, he looked up and saw the silvery blue light emerging from around a willow tree in the distance. It was the most majestic weeping willow he’d ever seen in his life. Instead of the average 12 meters, this willow was so tall that he couldn’t even see the top from afar. Its lanky branches hung lazily to the ground, covered in leaves of sea foam green.

As he stood with his one hand cupped over his eyes, trying to see more clearly, he heard the sound of tiny bells ringing again, as the branches swung around in the breeze.

What to the slave is the fourth of july? by frederick douglass fellow-citizens—pardon me, and allow me to ask, why am i called upon to speak here to-day? what have i, or those i represent, to do with your national independence? are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that declaration of independence, extended to us? and am i, therefore, called upon to bring our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits, and express devout gratitude for the blessings, resulting from your independence to us? but, such is not the state of the case. i say it with a sad sense of the disparity between us. i am not included within the pale of this glorious anniversary! your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. the blessings in which you this day rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. the rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity, and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. the sunlight that brought life and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. this fourth of july is yours, not mine. you may rejoice, i must mourn. to drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day? fellow-citizens, above your national, tumultuous joy, i hear the mournful wail of millions, whose chains, heavy and grievous yesterday, are to-day rendered more intolerable by the jubilant shouts that reach them. if i do forget, if i do not faithfully remember those bleeding children of sorrow this day, "may my right hand forget her cunning, and may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth! " to forget them, to pass lightly over their wrongs, and to chime in with the popular theme, would be treason most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before god and the world. my subject, then, fellow-citizens, is american slavery. i shall see this day and its popular characteristics from the slave's point of view. standing there, identified with the american bondman, making his wrongs mine, i do not hesitate to declare, with all my soul, that the character and conduct of this nation never looked blacker to me than on this fourth of july. whether we turn to the declarations of the past, or to the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. what is one of the lessons douglass impresses on his listeners? a) the nation should not rejoice until everyone has freedom. b) he must speak on the fourth of july in order to bring change. c) for him to join the celebration would be treason. d) he can see the perspective of slaves and citizens with equal clarity.

Plzz me between what two words does the ellipses appear in the following sentence? "the his breakfast." "the" and "cat" "cat" and "ate" "ate" and "his" "his" and "breakfast"

Which text evidence from the passage supports the theme that even nonliving things contain a life force? select two options.it was close and dry and dusty in the house of the gods.” “i have said the magic was gone but that is not true—it had gone from the magic things but it had not gone from the place.” “i felt the spirits about me, weighing upon me.” “nor had i ever slept in a dead place before—and yet, tonight, i must sleep there.” “when i thought of it, my tongue felt dry in my throat, in spite of my wish for knowledge.” “almost i would have gone down again and faced the dogs, but i did not.”