Contrasting Tones

Positive: Due to the many birthdays, and graduations that occurred this spring, my enormous family decided to order a delicious, silky, oversized vanilla cake for Easter weekend.  Included with the divine dessert, were tons of tiny Italian pastries that were simply to die for. Frosting and buttercream and cheese and chocolate. All the options were endless. The scents of sweetness and sugar taunted me the whole day. When it was finally dessert time, everyone gathered around the small dining room table to sing. The whole family watched drooling as the first piece was sliced. The three-layer cake hit the plate. "OHHH!", we all shouted in perfect unison, followed by an argument for the first slice.

Negative:  Due to many birthdays, and graduations that occurred this spring, my enormous family decided to order a greasy, unnecessary , oversized vanilla cake for Easter weekend. The huge cake was evidently filled with butter. My mother kept explaining to us how healthy it was because there was no chemicals. "It's real butter! Got it from this bakery!" However in my opinion, whether it be chemicals or butter, the cake was still disgustingly unhealthy. There was no way anyone could convince me to eat that death treat.

 

Songwriter's Tone

Through both Pink Floyd’s “Have a Cigar” and Boston’s “Rock n’ Roll Band”, both artists express the same tone.  Pink Floyd carefully manipulates the song lyrics to express that no matter how hard life is, it gets better. Similarly, Boston manipulates the lyrics to convey that success requires hard work and dedication.

Have a Cigar

Speaker/Point of View: Pink Floyd (first person)/ an experienced singer/songwriter who overcame struggles to succeed.

Audience: People facing similar life struggles.

Purpose: Provide hope for others that their situation will improve.

Subject: How no matter how difficult life is, it will get better.

Tone (Speaker): Paired with the melody, the singer’s tone is solemn.

Tone (Songwriter): Hopeful for the listener.

Rock n’ Roll Band

Speaker/Point of View: Boston (first person)/ a band finally getting recognition.

Audience: People in their situation who struggle to be heard.

Purpose: Express the struggles that the writer overcame to reach success.

Subject: How Boston was not always famous and had to work hard to have their music heard.

Tone (Speaker): Playful when being sung.

Tone (Songwriter): Serious in telling his story.

Distillation

In order to express negative opinions toward intellectual beings, the author of this excerpt, includes clever syntax, a changed perspective, and fully utilized diction . The author, originally starting negatively, alters the atomosphere by using unique phrases and vocabulary like "cathcing newts" and "spiders" and including an exclamation point, which, with a change is diction, transforms the tone into a more positive one. Futhermore the author criticizes intellectuals in order to express his feelings about the working class, and how he feels it is unfair that some people must work to survive. In a similar way, the social classes of society today, can further the author's opinion because of how different classes now have the ability to earn more or less then others by doing unequal or less work. 

200 Word Sentence

When I first took a bite of what came to be the best, most incredibly delicious, insanely divine dessert of all time, I remember being completely incredulous to my mom, brother, and two cousins who would not stop telling me to try the chocolate treat that they knew I would fall instantly in love with which evidently is what caused them to all blow a gasket in the tiny, hole-in-the-wall chocolate candy parlor that could barely fit the five of us as is, never mind fit us all while they were up and about ranting, attempting to explain to me that one small bite of heaven would not in any way affect or somehow alter my temporary diet or my athletic performance for that weekend’s competition which somehow transformed into a tourist vacation, causing them to yell louder and louder at me until I tasted it and allowed them show me what I was missing out on which I later learned was many flavorful flavors of silky dark chocolate that seemed sort of minty and also featured crumbled Oreo's and warm milk and white chocolate drizzled sauce that in tasting caused my family to, what I would describe as a sign of relief that I had been put out of my misery of missing out on all of the unimaginable sweet sugars that danced on my tongue that life changing Sunday afternoon.

Unprecedented Scenarios

Dear Inconsiderate Instructor,

                       Currently, while your boss is away coaching, you have succeeded to make my desire to attend practice vanish. With all due respect, you are more suited to be his assistant, and work much better as a pair. The way you use your voice to instill fear is futile. Even your execution of explaining workouts is poor. I think my teammates and I would be much more willing to comply
with your demands, if you did so in a calmer tone. I do however enjoy how entertaining you make my visit. Everyday, tediously ranting and raving about some ridiculous "issue" is what makes practice interesting. In fact, your boisterous yelling is what the entire practice consists of. I suppose I could adjust to these new surroundings, but I fear that after a while my ear drums will pop. For example, listening to you yell, simply because I arrived forty seven seconds late, is pointless. I apologize that the stranger driving in front of me drove five mph slower than I, causing me to get stuck at a traffic light, because it was one hundred percent my responsibility. Furthermore, when you play music on the amplifier, to "keep us engaged" I would greatly appreciate songs from this era. So in reading this letter, I hope you consider my complaints and change your unreasonable rudeness and idiotic reasoning.

Sincerely, A Dissatisfied Swimmer

Apostrophe

Do It. Do It. Separte, those words are meaningless, yet when put together the possibilities are endless. DO It. I kept hearing it say to me. Something about the way it shined...something about its purpose...something about it was holding me back. Maybe it was me. Maybe there was one small part of me still left inside that was worth me saving. If I do It, will you help me? I paused. Then It started hissing at me. DO IT. A thought occurred to me. Would I regret this? No. It's not worth it to stay here. Do It. I decided to make it shut up.

Metonymy/ Synecdoche

She is born in March. Gradually growing, she blossoms into marvelous fragrances, and astonishing colors that only appear in our rest. Then, the time occurs when her children roam and fly the surface. Now, she reaches her peak. She provides us with unimaginable scenery, and spectacular opportunities to explore. You explore. You discover. But, suddenly, when you least expect it, something goes wrong. Her children crawl away. They beg for more time, but are denied. However, they are not dead. Mother is dying. Perhaps this is the worst part; seeing her creations suffer. Then it happens. All the wonderful things you once new, are gone. Or so you think.