AQA GCSE English Language Paper 1 (8700/1) - 23rd May 2024 [Exam Chat]

guys why are some people saying Q4 is from line 18???? it was the whole text, i swear

for q2, I wrote about how the quote "hissed with dryness" was zoomorphism (linked it to a snake). can someone confirm if this is correct?

How good does your question 5 response have to be in terms of literary devices? I chose the story and I probably used only a few similes but quite a lot of adjectives when describing the setting. I did use a cyclical structure and a range of ambitious vocab, but I’m just worried about the fact that I didn’t use any metaphors or personification because it’s so hard to do that stuff on the spot.

btw anyone else comment on the fact he was a poor farmer and from her description she appeared more privileged therefore leading the reader to question why she would enter the relationship in the first place?

For my question 5 on disagreement what do you guys think?
A large bicycle swiftly strode past me almost knocking me to the chalky pavement below while charmingly revealing the big, busy, bustling city ahead. An electrifying jolt of energy rushed through my veins.
My eyes shifted around to the gargantuan monsters ahead of me with shiny, glazed windows gleaming in the distance like fairy palaces.
The cacophony filled my ears as the sea of people flowed around me in all different directions, laughing, smiling, beaming while carrying their large, luxurious shopping bags.
Click.
Slowly tapping my heel onto the clamorous crescent I began to steadily walk as the memories came rushing back to me: memories of love, memories of family but worst of all…
Memories of the disagreement. The disagreement that caused me to be driven out of my own home; this city.
I remember the early mornings where my mother soothingly brushed my hair, pulling back my lock while the early morning dawn casted a jubilant scent of jollity on my face. I remember rushing out the door into the wide open garden; hearing the bluebirds release sweet chirps while walking through these very streets where the adults faces merrily lit up while exchanging ‘Good Mornings’. But those were just memories.
Not reality.
A salty droplet suddenly pricked my eyes but was swiftly wiped away along with the arcane memories. My gaze shifted to a small family of four. A boy was gaily sitting on the bench while his light hair danced in the wind, a small chocolate ice cream was placed elaborately in his bijou hand which was soon smeared across his face. Suddenly a slightly larger hand reached up and attempted to grab it but failed, the boy was too swift.
I looked up to the indignant girl who had failed at her task, her brown hair was elegantly braided to the side of her head.
The sun glasses once on her head rolled down onto the floor in a furious manner and my eyes caught hers: blue like the briny. Suddenly her face illuminated with a pleasant smile, I could feel the corners of my mouth creep up into a jubilant grin.
My eyes shifted to a man and a woman behind them: arguing, disagreeing, pointing at a map, indignantly stomping their feet on the ground.
But something was different…
As I looked up into the sky the once beautiful painting of orange, red, pink and purple delicately painted across the sky was now replaced with grey, solemn clouds slowly creeping in, killing every scent of jollity that once wafted through the air and stealing every scent of comfort that wafted through the air; much like a robber in a jewellers shop.
The air was dead silent.
“RUN!”
A man screamed behind me as his voice expeditiously drowned out in the array of shrieking, scared screams.The once bustling city filled with joy was now bustling with overwhelming fear.
As I looked behind me, my heart stopped.
Green, grotesque bodies emerged from the intoxicating grey smoke, their thin skin peeling off to reveal the disgusting fragments of their skull filling me with a sense of undeniable, gross displeasure.
Was this my fault?
There was no denying it, of course it was because of the disagreement. That disagreement.
Suddenly turning back around shock pulsated through my veins as where the once merry little girl sat, a crimson, warm, dark pool replaced her.
This was the cause of a disagreement.
My disagreement.

For my question 5 on disagreement what do you guys think?
A large bicycle swiftly strode past me almost knocking me to the chalky pavement below while charmingly revealing the big, busy, bustling city ahead. An electrifying jolt of energy rushed through my veins.
My eyes shifted around to the gargantuan monsters ahead of me with shiny, glazed windows gleaming in the distance like fairy palaces.
The cacophony filled my ears as the sea of people flowed around me in all different directions, laughing, smiling, beaming while carrying their large, luxurious shopping bags.
Click.
Slowly tapping my heel onto the clamorous crescent I began to steadily walk as the memories came rushing back to me: memories of love, memories of family but worst of all…
Memories of the disagreement. The disagreement that caused me to be driven out of my own home; this city.
I remember the early mornings where my mother soothingly brushed my hair, pulling back my lock while the early morning dawn casted a jubilant scent of jollity on my face. I remember rushing out the door into the wide open garden; hearing the bluebirds release sweet chirps while walking through these very streets where the adults faces merrily lit up while exchanging ‘Good Mornings’. But those were just memories.
Not reality.
A salty droplet suddenly pricked my eyes but was swiftly wiped away along with the arcane memories. My gaze shifted to a small family of four. A boy was gaily sitting on the bench while his light hair danced in the wind, a small chocolate ice cream was placed elaborately in his bijou hand which was soon smeared across his face. Suddenly a slightly larger hand reached up and attempted to grab it but failed, the boy was too swift.
I looked up to the indignant girl who had failed at her task, her brown hair was elegantly braided to the side of her head.
The sun glasses once on her head rolled down onto the floor in a furious manner and my eyes caught hers: blue like the briny. Suddenly her face illuminated with a pleasant smile, I could feel the corners of my mouth creep up into a jubilant grin.
My eyes shifted to a man and a woman behind them: arguing, disagreeing, pointing at a map, indignantly stomping their feet on the ground.
But something was different…
As I looked up into the sky the once beautiful painting of orange, red, pink and purple delicately painted across the sky was now replaced with grey, solemn clouds slowly creeping in, killing every scent of jollity that once wafted through the air and stealing every scent of comfort that wafted through the air; much like a robber in a jewellers shop.
The air was dead silent.
“RUN!”
A man screamed behind me as his voice expeditiously drowned out in the array of shrieking, scared screams.The once bustling city filled with joy was now bustling with overwhelming fear.
As I looked behind me, my heart stopped.
Green, grotesque bodies emerged from the intoxicating grey smoke, their thin skin peeling off to reveal the disgusting fragments of their skull filling me with a sense of undeniable, gross displeasure.
Was this my fault?
There was no denying it, of course it was because of the disagreement. That disagreement.
Suddenly turning back around shock pulsated through my veins as where the once merry little girl sat, a crimson, warm, dark pool replaced her.
This was the cause of a disagreement.
My disagreement.

I talked a bit about that as well but linked it to sibilance which I'm presuming you mentioned to some degree as well if you picked up on the s sounds.

Thank you!
Looking back at it , I think I have missed a couple of things out but I doubt it would make a difference.
Basically, a disagreement from the past caused the events to unfold and it was the protagonists fault because they engaged in the disagreement. I know it’s very vague.

Quick question, in the exam I was pondering whether "The heat became an obsession" is a metaphor or not? Could anyone answer this for me please?

can some1 pls evaluate my answer! For question 4 i said i completely agree and used how he said she was throwing away the water as it suggests how much D values the water compared to Marys reasoning as to why she was using it, whilst also belittling her as he completely disregards mary's problem. Plus, the part where he looks at her in horror as if she committed a crime, i said the word crime suggests the authority that D felt in that moment as crime has connotations as prisoner or convict, so D is like a police officer and she is his prisoner. Plus i also said the part where she says shes suffering, that suffering suggests long-time pain and she has been feeling thsi way about D for a long time

That’s a bad quote to pick btw. What u zooming into there

can someone evaluate my answer please

Was that all you wrote about?