English Language Paper 1 Q5

Eyobell Ghirmay

June 7, 2023
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1 Exam Response 2

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Chapter 1

Exam Response
Exposition: The ferocious wind unleashed its wrath, a tempest of relentless howls that
reverberated through the desolate streets, akin to starved wolves announcing their hunt. An
ominous presence saturated the air, pulsating with a tangible malevolence, coiling around
every corner, poised to strike. Dim and flickering streetlights cast twisted, contorted shadows,
sinuous serpents undulating across the ground and slithering up the walls of neighboring
edifices. The city lay abandoned, a ghostly husk, while a solitary figure quivered in the
recesses of a doorway, memories of past traumas haunting their every thought. With each
gust, the figure convulsed violently, as if tormented by secrets too forbidden for mortal ears.
The scent of decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid tang of rusted metal and
the distant trace of smoke. It was as if the city itself exhaled a breath tainted with despair,
a melancholic aroma that lingered, a testament to its forsaken existence. The gusting wind
carried with it the whispers of forgotten souls, their voices woven into the very fabric of the
desolate streets.
Rising Action: A blood-curdling scream rent the stillness, a visceral cry that shattered
the eerie calmness like shards of shattered glass. The figure recoiled, retreating into the
shadows with the wounded trepidation of a cornered creature seeking sanctuary. The very
essence of fear permeated the air, its metallic taste coating the figure’s tongue, the bitter
reminder of past horrors etched in their memory. The oppressive darkness seemed to press
against their skin, like a suffocating weight threatening to crush their spirit.
As the figure sought refuge, their ears caught the thunderous footsteps that followed, each
deliberate and ponderous. The ground trembled beneath the imposing presence, sending
vibrations that resonated deep within the figure’s bones. Each passing second amplified the
sound, building a crescendo of unearthly magnitude that unveiled an approaching presence
transcending human comprehension.
Climax: The figure’s heart hammered against its rib cage, threatening to burst forth
with unbridled terror. The very rhythm of their pulse became a frantic drumbeat, pounding
in their ears with a deafening intensity. The footsteps abruptly ceased just outside the
threshold, replaced by ragged breaths that strained to contain boundless anticipation. A
chill, like icy tendrils, snaked its way down the figure’s spine, sending shivers of primal instinct
throughout their body. Their skin prickled as goosebumps erupted, a visceral reaction to
the unseen presence lingering just beyond their vision.
With a creaking of hinges, the door unveiled a mysterious and enigmatic figure, a chilling
amalgamation of darkness and ethereal light. The air seemed to thicken in their presence,
as if charged with an otherworldly energy. Standing at an imposing height, their lithe frame
was enshrouded in flowing ebony robes that billowed and whispered with an unseen power.
The figure’s eyes, like orbs of smoldering coals, glowed with an inner fire, piercing through
the shadows and penetrating the depths of the figure’s soul. The creature’s visage bore no
semblance to humanity, its features an enigmatic blend of beauty and grotesqueness. Sharp,

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angular cheekbones accentuated a pallid complexion, as if touched by the moon’s haunting
glow. Their elongated limbs moved with an unsettling grace, sinewy tendrils of darkness
extending from their back, swaying like the writhing appendages of a spectral being. Each
step, measured and deliberate, echoed with an ancient resonance, sending tremors of dread
through the very fabric of existence.
Falling Action: Panic seized the figure’s mind, their trembling intensified, their body
succumbing to a symphony of uncontrollable spasms. The character’s clenched fists, white-
knuckled and slick with perspiration, betrayed the strain that gripped them from within. The
taste of fear lingered in their mouth, metallic and tangy, as they struggled to draw in shallow
breaths. Their lungs felt constricted, as if invisible hands squeezed the life out of them. With
wide, frantic eyes, they darted their gaze, desperately seeking an escape route amidst the
distorted landscape. Their senses heightened, every sound, every movement amplified, as if
the world itself conspired to keep them captive. The character’s legs, weakened by fear’s
unrelenting grip, threatened to buckle beneath them, yet their muscles remained tense, coiled
like a predator ready to pounce or flee at a moment’s notice. It was a physical manifestation
of the panic that had seized them, rendering their body a battleground of fight or flight
instincts.
Resolution: As hope teetered on the precipice of oblivion, the wind rekindled its wrath,
a haunting chorus of banshees wailing through the night. The dark figure recoiled, struck
by an unseen force, stumbling backward into the enveloping darkness. The figure in the
doorway stood transfixed, silenced in incredulity, as the ethereal figure dissolved into the
impenetrable abyss, its eyes lingering as incandescent embers. The wind gradually waned,
reclaiming the symphony of the city, save for the figure’s heart, a wild and erratic drumbeat.
A profound realization took hold—it had narrowly eluded a fate more harrowing than death
itself. The weight of their past traumas hung heavily upon them, an ever-present reminder
of the darkness that lurks within and the strength needed to survive it. The character stood
amidst the remnants of their shattered sanctuary, the city’s desolation reflecting their own
fragmented soul, but with newfound resolve burning in their eyes.