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1AS2.1WRITTEN TEXTSTUDYSAMPLE AS2.1 EXTERNAL EXAM ESSAY QUESTIONS1.Analysehow the setting of a text (or texts) you have studied influenced your understanding of the ideas in the text (or texts). (Note: Setting may include reference to time, place, historical or social context, or atmosphere.)2.Analyse how an idea is developed ina text (or texts) you have studied.3.Analyse how the writer(s) has created impact in a section of studied text (or texts).4.Analyse how symbols are used to develop an idea in a text (or texts) you have studied.August 2026: There Will Come Soft RainsA short story by Ray BradburyRay Douglas Bradbury (born August 22, 1920) is an American fantasy, horror, science fiction, and mystery writer. Best known for his dystopian novel Fahrenheit 451(1953) and for the science fiction stories gathered together as The Martian Chronicles(1950) and The Illustrated Man(1951), Bradbury is one of the most celebrated among 20th and 21st century American writers of speculative fiction. Many of Bradbury's works have been adapted into television shows or films.There Will Come Soft Rainswas first published in the May 6, 1950 issue of Collier's. Later that same year the story was included in Bradbury's famous short story collection The Martian Chronicles(1950).
2August 2026: There Will Come Soft RainsAshort story by Ray BradburyIn the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time toget up, seven o'clock! as if it were afraid that nobody would. The morning house lay empty. Theclock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time,seven-nine!In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interioreight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunnyside up, sixteen slices of bacon, twocoffees, and two cool glasses of milk."Today is August 4, 2026," said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, "in the city ofAllendale, California." It repeated the date three times for memory's sake. "Today is Mr.Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as arethe water, gas, and light bills."Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric eyes.Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o'clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one! Butno doors slammed, no carpets took the soft tread of rubber heels. It was raining outside. Theweather box on the front door sang quietly: "Rain, rain, go away; rubbers, raincoats for today..."And the rain tapped on the empty house, echoing.Outside, the garage chimed and lifted its door to reveal the waiting car. After a long waitthe door swung down again.At eight-thirty the eggs were shrivelled and the toast was like stone. An aluminium wedgescraped them into the sink, where hot water whirled them down a metal throat which digested andflushed them away to the distant sea. The dirty dishes were dropped into a hot washer andemerged twinkling dry.Nine-fifteen, sang the clock, time to clean.Out of warrens in the wall, tiny robot mice darted. The rooms were acrawl with the smallcleaning animals, all rubber and metal. They thudded against chairs, whirling their moustachedrunners, kneading the rug nap, sucking gently at hidden dust. Then, likemysterious invaders, theypopped into their burrows. Their pink electric eyes faded. The house was clean.Ten o'clock. The sun came out from behind the rain. The house stood alone in a city ofrubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night the ruined city gave off aradioactive glow which could be seen for miles.Ten-fifteen. The garden sprinklers whirled up in golden founts, filling the soft morning airwith scatterings of brightness. The water pelted windowpanes, running down the charred westside where the house had been burned evenly free of its white paint. The entire west face of thehouse was black, save for five places. Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing a lawn. Here,as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick