Could you help me, please?
Write a two-pharagraph story with this words: MONDAY, APPEARANCE, STERN, DAUNTED and THROUGH.

Monday morning , feeling empty. I got out of bed Checking if my appearance changed , "i cant just be a different person overnight.." i whispered to myself. I changed my clothes , ran downstairs and out the door , Passing my stern parents!

"I miss life , without Technology. Everyone is just Daunted into their phones nowadays." I cried to myself. My day was quite dark and boring like every other day. i decided to sit down by the bench near the caffeé. Its Emma my bestfriend , my heart pounded through the roof! My day did get better eventually.

were,have settled (b) mark brainliest : )

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.