Students create their initial compositions by writing down all their ideas in an organized way to convey an idea or present an argument.

Los estudiantes crean sus composiciones iniciales escribiendo todas sus ideas de manera organizada para transmitir una idea o presentar un argumento.

Students review, modify, and reorganize their work by rearranging, adding, or deleting content, and by making the tone, style, and content appropriate for the intended audience.

Proofreading and correcting errors in grammar and mechanics. Revising to improve style and clarity

Planning phase of the writing process, when students brainstorm, research, gather, and outline ideas, often using diagrams for mapping out their thoughts.

The last step to the writing process

What happens in a story; the chain of events that make up a story.

A serious disagreement or argument

A character who does not change over time; his or her personality does not transform or evolve.

A character who changes over time, usually as a result of resolved conflict or facing a major crisis.

A character who is not a complicated or troubled person. They have one main character trait in their role.

A character who has a complex personality. He or she is often portrayed as struggling with ideas and decisions.

The time and place of a story.

A point of view where the narrator knows all.

The standpoint from which a story is told.

Details that appeal to the senses.

The most exciting or intense part of the story; a turning point.

The end of the story where the main conflict is resolved.

Introduces the characters, describes the setting, and establishes the problem in the story.

A point of view in which the narrator is a person in the story.

The narrator is not in the story but focuses on one character's point of view.

The main part of the story where complications arise.

Characters in the story who try to do the right thing. They often have gone through something tough in their life, but they found a way to overcome it.

Characters in the story who do not try to do the right thing. They only worry about themselves and seek power at all costs. They often have gone through something tough in their life, and it has left them angry at the world.

Steve and Sarah lay side by side with their bunched up towels placed behind their heads like pillows. It was a summer Sunday, Labor Day weekend, so neither one of them had to work the next day. The sun overhead was hot and bright. The cotton-candy clouds offered a soft contrast to the bright blue sky. The sound of the waves rolling in from the horizon lulled them to sleep. The smell of the salty air and the delicate touch of the wind blowing across their bodies made them feel like they were in the perfect place at the perfect time.

They could hear from a short distance away the laughter of a small group of children building sand castles. There was a clear leader of the group, one child ordering the others to collect more sand, to dig a tunnel here, and construct a bridge there. Steve's eyes were closed, but he imagined a construction team of children diligently working to build a castle.

Question: The Passage is an example of which element of fiction?

Steve and Sarah lay side by side with their bunched up towels placed behind their heads like pillows. It was a summer Sunday, Labor Day weekend, so neither one of them had to work the next day. The sun overhead was hot and bright. The cotton-candy clouds offered a soft contrast to the bright blue sky. The sound of the waves rolling in from the horizon lulled them to sleep. The smell of the salty air and the delicate touch of the wind blowing across their bodies made them feel like they were in the perfect place at the perfect time.

They could hear from a short distance away the laughter of a small group of children building sand castles. There was a clear leader of the group, one child ordering the others to collect more sand, to dig a tunnel here, and construct a bridge there. Steve's eyes were closed, but he imagined a construction team of children diligently working to build a castle.

Question: Which type of characters are the sand castle builders?

Which of the following sentences does NOT include sensory details?

Steve and Sarah lay side by side with their bunched up towels placed behind their heads like pillows. It was a summer Sunday, Labor Day weekend, so neither one of them had to work the next day. The sun overhead was hot and bright. The cotton-candy clouds offered a soft contrast to the bright blue sky. The sound of the waves rolling in from the horizon lulled them to sleep. The smell of the salty air and the delicate touch of the wind blowing across their bodies made them feel like they were in the perfect place at the perfect time.

They could hear from a short distance away the laughter of a small group of children building sand castles. There was a clear leader of the group, one child ordering the others to collect more sand, to dig a tunnel here, and construct a bridge there. Steve's eyes were closed, but he imagined a construction team of children diligently working to build a castle.

Question: From which point of view is this passage written?

There was life, abroad in the land and defiant. Down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs. Their bristly fur was rimed with frost. Their breath froze in the air as it left their mouths, spouting forth in spumes of vapor that settled upon the hair of their bodies and formed into crystals of frost. A leather harness was on the dogs, and leather traces attached them to a sled which dragged along behind.

The sled was without runners. It was made of stout birch bark, and its full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the sled was turned up, like a scroll in order to force down and under the bore of soft snow that surged like a wave before it. On the sled, securely lashed, was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on the sled--blankets, an axe, and a coffeepot and frying pan; but prominent, occupying most of the space, was the long and narrow oblong box. In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of the sled toiled a second man. On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over--a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again.

It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts; and most ferociously and terribly of all does the Wild harry and crush into submission, man--man, who is the most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement.

Question: In which season does this passage MOST LIKELY take place?

There was life, abroad in the land and defiant. Down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs. Their bristly fur was rimed with frost. Their breath froze in the air as it left their mouths, spouting forth in spumes of vapor that settled upon the hair of their bodies and formed into crystals of frost. A leather harness was on the dogs, and leather traces attached them to a sled which dragged along behind.

The sled was without runners. It was made of stout birch bark, and its full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the sled was turned up, like a scroll in order to force down and under the bore of soft snow that surged like a wave before it. On the sled, securely lashed, was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on the sled--blankets, an axe, and a coffeepot and frying pan; but prominent, occupying most of the space, was the long and narrow oblong box. In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of the sled toiled a second man. On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over--a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again.

It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts; and most ferociously and terribly of all does the Wild harry and crush into submission, man--man, who is the most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement.

Question: Is the Wild a human character?

There was life, abroad in the land and defiant. Down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs. Their bristly fur was rimed with frost. Their breath froze in the air as it left their mouths, spouting forth in spumes of vapor that settled upon the hair of their bodies and formed into crystals of frost. A leather harness was on the dogs, and leather traces attached them to a sled which dragged along behind.

The sled was without runners. It was made of stout birch bark, and its full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the sled was turned up, like a scroll in order to force down and under the bore of soft snow that surged like a wave before it. On the sled, securely lashed, was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on the sled--blankets, an axe, and a coffeepot and frying pan; but prominent, occupying most of the space, was the long and narrow oblong box. In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of the sled toiled a second man. On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over--a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again.

It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts; and most ferociously and terribly of all does the Wild harry and crush into submission, man--man, who is the most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement.

Question: The first paragraph describes which element of fiction?

There was life, abroad in the land and defiant. Down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs. Their bristly fur was rimed with frost. Their breath froze in the air as it left their mouths, spouting forth in spumes of vapor that settled upon the hair of their bodies and formed into crystals of frost. A leather harness was on the dogs, and leather traces attached them to a sled which dragged along behind.

The sled was without runners. It was made of stout birch bark, and its full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the sled was turned up, like a scroll in order to force down and under the bore of soft snow that surged like a wave before it. On the sled, securely lashed, was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on the sled--blankets, an axe, and a coffeepot and frying pan; but prominent, occupying most of the space, was the long and narrow oblong box. In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of the sled toiled a second man. On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over--a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again.

It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts; and most ferociously and terribly of all does the Wild harry and crush into submission, man--man, who is the most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement.

Which sentence from the passage MOST clearly describes the setting?

There was life, abroad in the land and defiant. Down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs. Their bristly fur was rimed with frost. Their breath froze in the air as it left their mouths, spouting forth in spumes of vapor that settled upon the hair of their bodies and formed into crystals of frost. A leather harness was on the dogs, and leather traces attached them to a sled which dragged along behind.

The sled was without runners. It was made of stout birch bark, and its full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the sled was turned up, like a scroll in order to force down and under the bore of soft snow that surged like a wave before it. On the sled, securely lashed, was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on the sled--blankets, an axe, and a coffeepot and frying pan; but prominent, occupying most of the space, was the long and narrow oblong box. In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of the sled toiled a second man. On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over--a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again.

It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts; and most ferociously and terribly of all does the Wild harry and crush into submission, man--man, who is the most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement.

Question: What is the theme (main idea) of the last paragraph?

What a Day

I must be losing my memory. I swear on my own grave: Five minutes ago, I walked into my bedroom and set my juice on the desk. I went to the kitchen to get a bagel, came back, and the juice was gone. Where is my juice? I can't find it anywhere. Then there was the mystery phone call from yesterday. Someone called me up and asked why I hung up on them. I hadn't. I had never seen the number before. She told me that my number came up on her caller ID. I checked the dialed calls on my own phone, and there it was. Someone HAD called that number, but it wasn't me. I don't get it. Either I'm losing my memory, or someone's playing some nasty tricks on me. I just hope it stops before it gets me into some real trouble.

Question: From which point of view is this passage written?

What a Day

I must be losing my memory. I swear on my own grave: Five minutes ago, I walked into my bedroom and set my juice on the desk. I went to the kitchen to get a bagel, came back, and the juice was gone. Where is my juice? I can't find it anywhere. Then there was the mystery phone call from yesterday. Someone called me up and asked why I hung up on them. I hadn't. I had never seen the number before. She told me that my number came up on her caller ID. I checked the dialed calls on my own phone, and there it was. Someone HAD called that number, but it wasn't me. I don't get it. Either I'm losing my memory, or someone's playing some nasty tricks on me. I just hope it stops before it gets me into some real trouble.

Question: If the character is losing her memory, which type of conflict is it?