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ENGLISH LANGUAGE
Paper 1 Explorations in creative reading and writing
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The source that follows is:
Source A: 20th Century prose-fiction
A Sound of Thunder by Ray Bradbury
An extract from the middle of a short story, published in 1952.
Please turn the page over to see the source
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Source A
Using a time machine, an organisation called Time Safari transports clients into the past to take
part in hunting expeditions. A group that includes Mr Eckels, together with their guide, Travis, is
visiting a prehistoric jungle in order to shoot a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
1 The jungle was high and the jungle was broad. Sounds like music and flying tents filled the
sky, and those were pterodactyls soaring with huge grey wings.
‘I’ve hunted tiger, wild boar, buffalo, elephant, but now, this is it,’ said Eckels. ‘I’m shaking
like a kid.’
5 ‘Ah,’ said Travis.
Everyone stopped.
Travis raised his hand. ‘Ahead,’ he whispered, ‘in the mist. There he is. There’s his Royal
Majesty now.’
9 The jungle was wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs.
10 Suddenly it all ceased, as if someone had shut a door.
Silence.
A sound of thunder.
Out of the mist, one hundred yards away, came Tyrannosaurus Rex.
‘It,’ whispered Eckels, ‘it......’
15 ‘Ssh!’
16 It came on great oiled, resilient, striding legs. It towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a
great evil god, folding its delicate watchmaker’s claws close to its oily reptilian chest. Each
lower leg was a piston, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle,
sheathed over in a gleam of pebbled skin like the armour of a terrible warrior. Each thigh
20 was a ton of meat, ivory, and steel mesh. And from the great breathing cage of the upper
body those two delicate arms dangled out front, arms with hands which might pick up and
examine men like toys, while the snake neck coiled. And the head itself, a ton of sculptured
stone, lifted easily upon the sky. Its mouth gaped, exposing a fence of teeth like daggers.
Its eyes rolled, ostrich eggs, empty of all expression save hunger. It closed its mouth in a
25 death grin. It ran, its pelvic bones crushing aside trees and bushes, its taloned feet clawing
26 damp earth, leaving prints six inches deep wherever it settled its weight.
It ran with a gliding ballet step, far too poised and balanced for its ten tons. It moved into a
sunlit area warily, its beautifully reptilian hands feeling the air.
‘Why, why...,’ Eckels twitched his mouth, ‘it could reach up and grab the moon.’
30 ‘Ssh!’ Travis jerked angrily. ‘He hasn’t seen us yet.’
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31 ‘It can’t be killed.’ Eckels pronounced this verdict quietly, as if there could be no argument.
He had weighed the evidence and this was his considered opinion. The rifle in his hands
seemed like a toy gun. ‘We were fools to come. This is impossible.’
‘Shut up!’ hissed Travis.
35 ‘Nightmare.’
‘Turn around,’ commanded Travis. ‘Walk quietly to the Machine. We’ll remit half your fee.’
‘I didn’t realize it would be this big,’ said Eckels. ‘I miscalculated, that’s all. And now I want
out.’
‘It sees us!’
40 ‘There’s the red paint on its chest.’
The Tyrant Lizard raised itself. Its armoured flesh glittered like a thousand green coins. The
coins, crusted with slime, steamed. In the slime, tiny insects wriggled, so that the entire
body seemed to twitch and undulate, even while the monster itself did not move. It exhaled.
The stink of raw flesh blew down the wilderness.
45 ‘Get me out of here,’ said Eckels. ‘It was never like this before. I was always sure I’d come
through alive. I had good guides, good safaris, and safety. This time, I figured wrong. I’ve
met my match and admit it. This is too much for me to get hold of.’
‘Don’t run,’ said Lesperance. ‘Turn around. Hide in the Machine.’
‘Yes.’ Eckels seemed to be numb. He looked at his feet as if trying to make them move. He
50 gave a grunt of helplessness.
‘Eckels!’
He took a few steps, blinking, shuffling.
‘Not that way!’
The Monster, at the first motion, lunged forward with a terrible scream. It covered one
55 hundred yards in six seconds. The rifles jerked up and blazed fire. A windstorm from the
beast’s mouth engulfed them in the stench of slime and old blood. The Monster roared,
teeth glittering with sun.
The rifles cracked again, but their sound was lost in shriek and lizard thunder. The great
level of the reptile’s tail swung up, lashed sideways. Trees exploded in clouds of leaf and
60 branch. The Monster twitched its jeweller’s hands down to fondle at the men, to twist them
in half, to crush them like berries, to cram them into its teeth and its screaming throat. Its
boulder-stone eyes levelled with the men. They saw themselves mirrored. They fired at the
metallic eyelids and the blazing black iris.
Like a stone idol, like a mountain avalanche, Tyrannosaurus fell.
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ENGLISH LANGUAGE
Paper 1 Explorations in creative reading and writing
Insert
The source that follows is:
Source A: 20th Century prose-fiction
A Sound of Thunder by Ray Bradbury
An extract from the middle of a short story, published in 1952.
Please turn the page over to see the source
IB/G/Nov18/E4
8700/1
, 2
Source A
Using a time machine, an organisation called Time Safari transports clients into the past to take
part in hunting expeditions. A group that includes Mr Eckels, together with their guide, Travis, is
visiting a prehistoric jungle in order to shoot a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
1 The jungle was high and the jungle was broad. Sounds like music and flying tents filled the
sky, and those were pterodactyls soaring with huge grey wings.
‘I’ve hunted tiger, wild boar, buffalo, elephant, but now, this is it,’ said Eckels. ‘I’m shaking
like a kid.’
5 ‘Ah,’ said Travis.
Everyone stopped.
Travis raised his hand. ‘Ahead,’ he whispered, ‘in the mist. There he is. There’s his Royal
Majesty now.’
9 The jungle was wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs.
10 Suddenly it all ceased, as if someone had shut a door.
Silence.
A sound of thunder.
Out of the mist, one hundred yards away, came Tyrannosaurus Rex.
‘It,’ whispered Eckels, ‘it......’
15 ‘Ssh!’
16 It came on great oiled, resilient, striding legs. It towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a
great evil god, folding its delicate watchmaker’s claws close to its oily reptilian chest. Each
lower leg was a piston, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle,
sheathed over in a gleam of pebbled skin like the armour of a terrible warrior. Each thigh
20 was a ton of meat, ivory, and steel mesh. And from the great breathing cage of the upper
body those two delicate arms dangled out front, arms with hands which might pick up and
examine men like toys, while the snake neck coiled. And the head itself, a ton of sculptured
stone, lifted easily upon the sky. Its mouth gaped, exposing a fence of teeth like daggers.
Its eyes rolled, ostrich eggs, empty of all expression save hunger. It closed its mouth in a
25 death grin. It ran, its pelvic bones crushing aside trees and bushes, its taloned feet clawing
26 damp earth, leaving prints six inches deep wherever it settled its weight.
It ran with a gliding ballet step, far too poised and balanced for its ten tons. It moved into a
sunlit area warily, its beautifully reptilian hands feeling the air.
‘Why, why...,’ Eckels twitched his mouth, ‘it could reach up and grab the moon.’
30 ‘Ssh!’ Travis jerked angrily. ‘He hasn’t seen us yet.’
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31 ‘It can’t be killed.’ Eckels pronounced this verdict quietly, as if there could be no argument.
He had weighed the evidence and this was his considered opinion. The rifle in his hands
seemed like a toy gun. ‘We were fools to come. This is impossible.’
‘Shut up!’ hissed Travis.
35 ‘Nightmare.’
‘Turn around,’ commanded Travis. ‘Walk quietly to the Machine. We’ll remit half your fee.’
‘I didn’t realize it would be this big,’ said Eckels. ‘I miscalculated, that’s all. And now I want
out.’
‘It sees us!’
40 ‘There’s the red paint on its chest.’
The Tyrant Lizard raised itself. Its armoured flesh glittered like a thousand green coins. The
coins, crusted with slime, steamed. In the slime, tiny insects wriggled, so that the entire
body seemed to twitch and undulate, even while the monster itself did not move. It exhaled.
The stink of raw flesh blew down the wilderness.
45 ‘Get me out of here,’ said Eckels. ‘It was never like this before. I was always sure I’d come
through alive. I had good guides, good safaris, and safety. This time, I figured wrong. I’ve
met my match and admit it. This is too much for me to get hold of.’
‘Don’t run,’ said Lesperance. ‘Turn around. Hide in the Machine.’
‘Yes.’ Eckels seemed to be numb. He looked at his feet as if trying to make them move. He
50 gave a grunt of helplessness.
‘Eckels!’
He took a few steps, blinking, shuffling.
‘Not that way!’
The Monster, at the first motion, lunged forward with a terrible scream. It covered one
55 hundred yards in six seconds. The rifles jerked up and blazed fire. A windstorm from the
beast’s mouth engulfed them in the stench of slime and old blood. The Monster roared,
teeth glittering with sun.
The rifles cracked again, but their sound was lost in shriek and lizard thunder. The great
level of the reptile’s tail swung up, lashed sideways. Trees exploded in clouds of leaf and
60 branch. The Monster twitched its jeweller’s hands down to fondle at the men, to twist them
in half, to crush them like berries, to cram them into its teeth and its screaming throat. Its
boulder-stone eyes levelled with the men. They saw themselves mirrored. They fired at the
metallic eyelids and the blazing black iris.
Like a stone idol, like a mountain avalanche, Tyrannosaurus fell.
END OF SOURCE
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