EXAMPLE EXTRACT AND ANSWERS

Winter’s Bone by Daniel Woodrell

Taken from the opening to ‘Winter’s Bone’, Ozark teenager Ree Dolly is faced with an unresponsive mother
and a criminal father. Alone, she does what she can do to manage the household and take care of her two
younger siblings.

Ree Dolly stood at break of day on her cold front steps and smelled coming flurries and saw meat. Meat
hung from trees across the creek. The carcasses hung pale of flesh with a fatty gleam from low limbs of
saplings in the side yards. Three halt haggard houses formed a kneeling rank on the far Creekside and
each had two or more skinned torsos dangling by rope from sagged limbs, venison left to the weather for
5 two nights and three days so the early blossoming of decay might round the favour, sweeten that meat
to the bone.

Snow clouds had replaced the horizon, capped the valley darkly, and chafing wind blew so the hung
meat twirled from jigging branches. Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes,
stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellow dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked
10 again. She stood tall in combat boots, scarce at the waist but plenty through the arms and shoulders, a
body made for loping after needs. She smelled the frosty wet in the looming clouds, thought of her
shadowed kitchen and lean cupboard, looked to the scant woodpile, and shuddered. The coming
weather meant wash hung outside would freeze into planks, so she’d have to stretch clothes line across
the kitchen above the woodstove, and the puny stack of wood split for the potbelly would not last long
15 enough to dry much except Mom’s underthings and maybe a few T-shirts for the boys. Ree knew there
was no gas for the chain saw, so she’d be swinging the axe out back while winter blew into the valley
and fell around her.

Jessup, her father, had not set by a fat woodpile not split what there was for the potbelly before he went
down the steep yard to his blue Capri and bounced away on the rut road. He had not set food by nor
20 money, but promised he’d be back soon as he could with a paper sack of cash and a trunkload of
delights. Jessup was a broken-faced, furtive man given to uttering quick pleading promises that made it
easier for him to walk out the door and be gone, or come back inside and be forgiven.

Walnuts were still falling when Ree saw him last. Walnuts were thumping to ground in the night like
stalking footsteps of some large thing that never quite came into view, and Jessup had paced on this
25 porch in a worried slouch, dented nose snuffling, lantern jaw smoked by beard, eyes uncertain and
alarmed by each walnut thump. The darkness and those thumps out in the darkness seemed to keep
him jumpy. He paced until a decision popped into is head, then started down the steps, going fast into
the night before his mind could change. He said, “Start lookin’ for me soon as you see my face. ‘Til then,
don’t even wonder.”

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30 Mom sat in her chair beside the potbelly and the boys sat at the table eating what Ree fed them. Mom’s
morning pills turned her into a cat, a breathing thing that sat near heat and occasionally made a sound.
Mom’s chair was an old padded rocker that seldom rocked, and at odd instants she’d hum ill-matched
snips of music, notes unrelated by melody or pitch. But for most of any day she was quiet and still,
wearing a small lingering smile prompted by something vaguely nice going on inside her head. She was
35 a Bromont, born to this house and she’d once been pretty. Even as she was now, medicated and lost to
the present, with hair she forgot to wash or brush and deep wrinkles growing on her face, you could see
she’d once been as comely as any firl that ever danced barefoot across this tangled country of Ozark
hills and hollers. Long, dark and lovely she had been, in those days before her mind broke and the parts
scattered and she let them go.

Check your comprehension!

1. What was the weather like when Ree was standing on the step? …………………………………………………
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2. Who does Ree live with? ……………………………………………………………………………………………….
3. Why is Ree’s life difficult? ………………………………………………………………………………………………
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Q1—Look at lines 7-10 and write down four things we learn about Ree Dolly:

1.

2.

3.

4. Score: /4

Q2—Look at lines 30 –39 and think about the language used to describe Ree’s mother.
Highlight three quotations you could potentially use in your answer. Number each quotation you’ve
highlighted and write down the technique and effect used for each one below:

1. Technique:

Effect:

2. Technique:

Effect:

3. Technique:

Effect:

Peer/Self-assessment (make sure you use a green pen!)

Have the writer’s techniques been identified and the correct subject terminology used?
(e.g. metaphor, simile, powerful verb, etc.)

Has the effect on the audience been clearly explained? (e.g. cats are notoriously lazy
animals. This not only describes how lifeless and ineffective Ree’s mother is, but also
dehumanises her, forcing us to judge her and feel sympathy towards Ree.)

Has a word explosion been fully completed for a pink slip?

I would award this work an ATL of ………………...

Earn a pink slip!

Select an example of ambitious vocabulary in this extract and complete a blank word explosion. 5
Homework week commencing:

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

Taken from the opening to ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’, Our protagonist finds herself being imprisoned in an old
school after a catastrophic event has changed the USA.

We slept in what had once been the gymnasium. The floor was of varnished wood, with stripes and
circles painted on it, for the games that were formerly played there; the hoops for the basketball
nets were still in place, though the nets were gone. A balcony ran around the room, for the specta-
tors, and I thought I could smell, faintly like an afterimage, the pungent scent of sweat, shot
5 through with the sweet taint of chewing gum and perfume from the watching girls, felt-skirted as I
knew from pictures, later in mini-skirts, then pants, then in one earring, spiky green-streaked hair.
Dances would have been held here; the music lingered, a palimpsest* of unheard sound, style upon
style, an undercurrent of drums, a forlorn wail, garlands made of tissue-paper flowers, cardboard
devils, a revolving ball of mirrors, powdering the dancers with a snow of light.

10 There was loneliness in the room, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I re-
member that yearning, for something that was always about to happen and was never the same as
the hands that were on us there and then, in the small of the back, or out back, in the parking lot, or
in the television room with the sound turned down and only the pictures flickering over lifting
flesh.

15 We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability? It was in the air; and it
was still in the air, an afterthought, as we tried to sleep, in the army cots that had been set up in
rows, with spaces between so we could not talk. We had flannelette sheets, like children’s, and ar-
my-issue blankets, old ones that still said U.S. We folded our clothes neatly and laid them on the
stools at the ends of the beds. The lights were turned down but not out. Aunt Sara and Aunt Eliza-
beth patrolled; they had electric cattle prods slung on thongs from their leather belts.
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No guns though, even they could not be trusted with guns. Guns were for the guards, specially
picked from the Angels. The guards weren’t allowed inside the building except when called, and we
weren’t allowed out, except for our walks, twice daily, two by two around the football field which
was enclosed now by a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. The Angels stood outside it with
25 their backs on us. They were objects of fear to us, but of something else as well. If only they would
look. If only we could talk to them. Something could be exchanged, we thought, some deal made,
some trade-off, we still had our bodies. That was our fantasy.

We learned to whisper almost without sound. In the semi-darkness we could stretch out our arms,
when the Aunts weren’t looking, and touch each other’s hands across space. We learned to lip-read,
30 our heads flat on the beds, turned sideways, watching each other’s mouths. In this way we ex-
changed names, from bed to bed : Alma. Janine. Dolores. Moira. June.

A palimpsest is a piece of paper that has been used more than once which still shows signs of the
earlier writing or art work. It is like an echo of what was there before.

Check your comprehension!

1. Where is our main character? ………………………………………………………………………………………….
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2. How are the women treated?
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Q1—Look at lines 21-27 and write down four things we learn about the Angels/Guards:

1.

2.

3.

4. Score: /4

Q2—Look at lines 1-9 and think about the language used to describe the room they are staying in.
Highlight three quotations you could potentially use in your answer. Number each quotation you’ve
highlighted and write down the technique and effect used for each one below:

1. Technique:

Effect:

2. Technique:

Effect:

3. Technique:

Effect:

Peer/Self-assessment (make sure you use a green pen!)

Have the writer’s techniques been identified and the correct subject terminology used?
(e.g. metaphor, simile, powerful verb, etc.)

Has the effect on the audience been clearly explained? (e.g. the use of the word palimpsest
suggests that they can still hear or feel the echo of what used to happen in the room)

Has a word explosion been fully completed for a pink slip?

I would award this work an ATL of ………………...

Earn a pink slip!

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Select an example of ambitious vocabulary in this extract and complete a blank word explosion.
Homework week commencing:

The Chrysalids by John Wyndham, 1955

David lives in a post-apocalyptic world where all mental and physical abnormalities are ritualistically purged.
After being outed as psychics, David and his friends flee to the Fringes. This extract is from the opening
chapter of the novel.

When I was quite small I would sometimes dream of a city – which was strange because it began
before I even knew what a city was. But this city, clustered on the curve of a big blue bay, would
come into my mind. I could see the streets, and the buildings that lined them, the waterfront, even
boats in the harbour; yet, waking, I had never seen the sea, or a boat . . .

5 And the buildings were quite unlike any I knew. The traffic in the streets was strange, carts run-
ning with no horses to pull them; and sometimes there were things in the sky, shiny fishshaped
things that certainly were not birds.

Most often I would see this wonderful place by daylight, but occasionally it was by night when the
light lay like strings of glow-worms along the shore, and a few of them seemed to be sparks drifting
10 on the water, or in the air.

It was a beautiful, fascinating place, and once, when I was still young enough to know no better, I
asked my eldest sister, Mary, where this lovely city could be.

She shook her head, and told me there was no such place – not now. But, perhaps, she suggested, I
could somehow be dreaming about times long ago. Dreams were funny things, and there was no
15 accounting for them; so it might be that what I was seeing was a bit of the world as it had been once
upon a time – the wonderful world that the Old People had lived in; as it had been before God sent
Tribulation*.

But after that she went on to warn me very seriously not to mention it to anyone else; other people
as far as she knew, did not have such pictures in their heads, either sleeping or waking, so it would
20 be unwise to mention them.

That was good advice, and luckily I had the sense to take it. People in our district had a very sharp
eye for the odd, the unusual, so that even my left-handedness caused slight disapproval. So, at that
time, and for some years afterwards, I did not mention it to anyone – indeed, I almost forgot about
it, for as I grew older, the dream came less frequently, and then very rarely.

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But the advice stuck. Without it I might have mentioned the curious understanding I had with my
cousin Rosalind, and that would certainly have led us both into very grave trouble – if anyone had
happened to believe me. Neither I nor she, I think, paid much attention to it at that time: we simply
had the habit of caution. I certainly did not feel unusual. I was a normal little boy, growing up in a
normal way, taking the ways of the world about me for granted.

(*Tribulation is the name given to the apocalyptic event that wipes out a large part of the population in the novel)

Check your comprehension!

1. What does David dream of? ………………………………………………………………………………………….
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2. What causes people to show ‘slight disapproval’ of David?
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Q1—Look at lines 1-7 and write down four things we learn about the city that David dreams of:

1.

2.

3.

4. Score: /4

Q2—Look at lines 5-17 and think about the language used to describe the dreams David has.
Highlight three quotations you could potentially use in your answer. Number each quotation you’ve
highlighted and write down the technique and effect used for each one below:

1. Technique:

Effect:

2. Technique:

Effect:

3. Technique:

Effect:

Peer/Self-assessment (make sure you use a green pen!)

Have the writer’s techniques been identified and the correct subject terminology used?
(e.g. metaphor, simile, powerful verb, etc.)

Has the effect on the audience been clearly explained? (e.g. the use of past tense to
describe the airplanes shows us how the world has changed and reverted back to the days
before technology)

Has a word explosion been fully completed for a pink slip?

I would award this work an ATL of ………………...

Earn a pink slip!

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Select an example of ambitious vocabulary in this extract and complete a blank word explosion.
Homework week commencing:

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Pip (an orphan) has been summoned to play with Estella, the adopted daughter of Miss Havisham. In this ex-
tract from chapter 8, Pip arrives at the mansion house and meets Miss Havisham for the first time.

I was half afraid. However, the only thing to be done being to knock at the door, I knocked, and was
told from within to enter. I entered, therefore, and found myself in a pretty large room, well lighted
with wax candles. No glimpse of daylight was to be seen in it. It was a dressing room, as I supposed
from the furniture, though much of it was of forms and uses then quite unknown to me. But promi-
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nent in it was a draped table with a gilded looking-glass, and that I made out at first sight to be a
fine lady's dressing-table.

Whether I should have made out this object so soon, if there had been no fine lady sitting at it, I can-
not say. In an arm-chair, with an elbow resting on the table and her head leaning on that hand, sat
the strangest lady I have ever seen, or shall ever see.
10 She was dressed in rich materials - satins, and lace, and silks - all of white. Her shoes were white.
And she had a long white veil dependent from her hair, and she had bridal flowers in her hair, but
her hair was white. Some bright jewels sparkled on her neck and on her hands, and some other
jewels lay sparkling on the table. Dresses, less splendid than the dress she wore, and half-packed
trunks, were scattered about. She had not quite finished dressing, for she had but one shoe on - the
15 other was on the table near her hand - her veil was but half arranged, her watch and chain were not
put on, and some lace for her bosom lay with those trinkets, and with her handkerchief, and gloves,
and some flowers, and a prayer-book, all confusedly heaped about the looking-glass.

It was not in the first few moments that I saw all these things, though I saw more of them in the first
moments than might be supposed. But, I saw that everything within my view which ought to be
20 white, had been white long ago, and had lost its lustre, and was faded and yellow. I saw that the
bride within the bridal dress had withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no bright-
ness left but the brightness of her sunken eyes. I saw that the dress had been put upon the rounded
figure of a young woman, and that the figure upon which it now hung loose, had shrunk to skin and
bone. Once, I had been taken to see some ghastly waxwork at the Fair, representing I know not
25 what impossible personage lying in state. Once, I had been taken to one of our old marsh churches
to see a skeleton in the ashes of a rich dress, that had been dug out of a vault under the church
pavement. Now, waxwork and skeleton seemed to have dark eyes that moved and looked at me. I
should have cried out, if I could.

Check your comprehension!

1. How does Pip feel? ………………………………………………………………………………………….
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2. What does Miss Havisham remind Pip of?
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Q1—Look at lines 1– 6 and write down four things we learn about the room that Pip enters:

1.

2.

3.

4. Score: /4

Q2—Look at lines 11-27 and think about the language used to describe Miss Havisham.
Highlight three quotations you could potentially use in your answer. Number each quotation you’ve
highlighted and write down the technique and effect used for each one below:

1. Technique:

Effect:

2. Technique:

Effect:

3. Technique:

Effect:

Peer/Self-assessment (make sure you use a green pen!)

Have the writer’s techniques been identified and the correct subject terminology used?
(e.g. metaphor, simile, powerful verb, etc.)

Has the effect on the audience been clearly explained? (e.g. the fact that Miss Havisham
wears white portrays her as innocent and vulnerable.)

Has a word explosion been fully completed for a pink slip?

I would award this work an ATL of ………………...

Earn a pink slip!

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Select an example of ambitious vocabulary in this extract and complete a blank word explosion.