"Thick darkness," thread of the spider," and "vulture eye are three images that Poe used in 'The Tell-Tale Heart' to stimulate a reader's senses. Poe wanted the reader to see and feel real life. He used concrete imagery rather than vague
abstract words to describe settings and people. If Edgar Allan Poe was one of Stephen King's teachers, then readers of
King owe a debt of gratitude to that nineteenth-century creator of horror stories
Question:
Tell which sentence in the paragraph indicates the author's recognition of the influence of Edgar Allen Poe, and explain how
the author might elaborate on this point in another paragraph.

Read this excerpt from "birdfoot's grampa.” the old man must have stopped our car two dozen times to climb out and gather into his hands the small toads blinded by our lights and leaping, live drops of rain. what are readers most likely to infer from the phrase "leaping, live drops of rain”? a the toads are all hurt. b the toads are still alive. c the toads are in shock. d the toads are not moving.

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Which three parts of this passage from chapter 6 of emily brontë's wuthering heights show that hindley earnshaw did not care about the well-being of catherine and heathcliff after the death of mr. earnshaw? they both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages; the young master being entirely negligent how they behaved, and what they did, so they kept clear of him. he would not even have seen after their going to church on sundays, only joseph and the curate reprimanded his carelessness when they absented themselves; and that reminded him to order heathcliff a flogging, and catherine a fast from dinner or supper. but it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. the curate might set as many chapters as he for catherine to get by heart, and joseph might thrash heathcliff till his arm ached; they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge; and many a time i’ve cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily, and i not daring to speak a syllable, for fear of losing the small power i still retained over the unfriended creatures. one sunday evening, it chanced that they were banished from the sitting-room, for making a noise, or a light offence of the kind; and when i went to call them to supper, i could discover them nowhere. we searched the house, above and below, and the yard and stables; they were invisible: and, at last, hindley in a passion told us to bolt the doors, and swore nobody should let them in that night. the household went to bed; and i, too, anxious to lie down, opened my lattice and put my head out to hearken, though it rained: determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition, should they return.