Literary Genres Test

What's the Genre?

• Folktales
• Fantasy
• Biography
• Historical Fiction

Identify the genre...

• Realistic Fiction
• Fantasy
• Poetry
• Mystery

Do you know what genre I am?

• Mystery
• Fantasy
• Science Fiction

What genre am I?

• Science Fiction
• Mystery
• Nonfiction
• Poetry

What are we?

• Fantasy
• Folktales
• Historical Fiction
• Nonfiction

The family filed into the theater and took their seats. Rebecca spoke up, “Why is that white sheet hanging there? Where will the actors stand?” Her father shushed her. “There won’t be any actors, at least not in front of us.” The theater grew dark, and suddenly, a loud clicking sound came from behind them. Rebecca turned to see a man operating a large machine that seemed to shoot out a beam of light. Her father tapped her shoulder and pointed. “Look!” Rebecca looked at the sheet where suddenly there appeared pictures of people. Moving pictures of people. She gasped. “What is this called?” she asked. Her dad chuckled. “It’s a movie, and someday you’ll be able to see one in any town in the country.” 

• realistic fiction
• science fiction
• historical fiction
• fantasy

The supply ship was scheduled to arrive within the hour, and it would be just in time. The Mars colony was successful, but the farmers had still not mastered the art of teasing crops from the iron-rich, red soil. Most of the settlers relied on the dried food brought by the supply ship. It had been so long that most families had been subsisting on rice and the few skinny ears of corn they had managed to grow. 

• realistic fiction
• science fiction
• historical fiction
• fantasy

At that moment Gandalf lifted his staff, and crying aloud he smote the bridge before him. The staff broke asunder and fell from his hand. A blinding sheet of white flame sprang up. The bridge cracked. Right at the Balrog’s feet it broke, and the stone upon which it stood crashed into the gulf, while the rest remained, poised, quivering like a tongue of rock thrust out into emptiness.
With a terrible cry the Balrog fell forward, and its shadow plunged down and vanished. But even as it fell it swung its whip, and the thongs lashed and curled about the wizard’s knees, dragging him to the brink. He staggered and fell, grasped vainly at the stone, and slid into the abyss. ‘Fly, you fools! ‘ he cried, and was gone.

• realistic fiction
• science fiction
• historical fiction
• fantasy

The children lined up outside the school house waiting for their teacher, Ms. Maple, to arrive. They ranged in age from seven to seventeen, and while there were only ten of them, they were the largest student-body ever to attend the Darlington School. Erick hoped he’d be able to stay for the entire term this year. Last year, he’d had to leave before the end to help his father on the farm. But, this year, his father had hired someone to help. Erick hoped he’d finish this year, and by 1900, be in Chicago attending medical school. 

• realistic fiction
• science fiction
• historical fiction
• fantasy

Timmy woke up with a start. He looked around the classroom. Where was everyone? He wandered out of the room and down the deserted hall, peering into every classroom. Empty, all empty. Suddenly, he heard the sound of horses galloping. He ran to a window and peered out. The street outside the school was crowded with what could only be ...giant rabbits? Suddenly, the front doors of the school opened and hundreds of rabbits streamed out. Timmy watched in horror as he realized the rabbits had once been his classmates. Scott was now a rabbit with a blue Mohawk. Terri was a small white rabbit wearing a Harvard sweatshirt. What happened? 

• realistic fiction
• science fiction
• historical fiction
• fantasy