Diction
What is a polysyllabic word ?
A word with multiple syllables
"I love cookies"
What sentence length is that?
Telegraphic
"Where are the cookies ?"
What type of sentence is this
Interrogative
" I really want this, and I really want that , and that, and this "
T OR F : Is this sentence an example of repetition ?
TRUE
Give me an example of a monosyllabic word
" one "
What is a cacophonous word ?
A word involving or producing a harsh, discordant mixture of sounds.
( Bad sounding to the ears)
ex : grumbling
"Cookies are bad for your health, but I still love them"
What sentence length is that?
Medium
"Give me the cookies now"
What type of sentence is this?
Imperative
"Junk"
T OR F :This word euphonious
FALSE: It is a cacophonous word
Give an example of parallelism
One man's trash is another man's treasure
What is an euphemism ?
A euphemism is an appropriate expression used in the place of a phrase or words that may be found inappropriate or offensive.
"Instead of choosing a cake, candies or those generic Ferrero Rocher, you bought me the sweetest, softest and best cookies available for Christmas."
What sentence length is this ?
Long
"There is cookies for lunch!"
What type of sentence is this?
Exclamative
" The light danced on the surface of the water.”
T OR F : This sentence is an example of personification
TRUE
Give an example of an imperative sentence.
"Do your homework now"
What type of diction is "No cap"
Slang
"Cookies !"
What sentence length is that ?
Telegraphic
"I love to eat cookies I would eat 1000 every day if I had the time."
What type of sentence is this ?
Run-on
" As holy as the Bible "
T OR F : This is an allusion
TRUE
Give me an example of a colloquial word
" What's up ?"
What is a literal diction ?
Literal/concrete diction is used when the thing described can be sensed (touched,smelled,seen)
"Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demon’s command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before ’61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-be’s wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying `Sho, Mister Tawm’ each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old man’s state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, ‘Kill them! Shoot them down like the dogs they are!’ and Jones: ‘Sho, Kernel; sho now’ and catching him as he fell and commandeering the first passing wagon to take him to the house and carry him up the front steps and through the paintless formal door beneath its fanlight imported pane by pane from Europe which Judith held open for him to enter with no change, no alteration in that calm frozen face which she had worn for four years now, and on up the stairs and into the bedroom and put him to bed like a baby and then lie down himselfe could not see from any point."
What type of sentence is this ?
Run- on sentence
I had to cut most of it so that it fits
PS : It is also the longest run-on sentence ever written
Here is the link to it if you want to see it in full :https://mymodernmet.com/longest-run-on-sentence-william-faulkner/
"The cookie manufacture lost all the chocolate , but she still had some sugar"
What type of sentence is this?
Compound
"In spite of heavy snow and cold temperatures, the game continued"
T OR F : This is a interrogative sentence
FALSE : It is a periodic sentence
Give an example of a descriptive sentence
" The butterfly is blue"