Hope you are doing well! Welcome to our third activity. Please, post your comments before May 11th, 2 p.m.!
1. Choose a tale of terror from the ones I left you in the copy center (C&P).
++ Take the version you wrote in PRESENT TENSE, and rewrite it into the PAST TENSE.
3. Post both versions of your story Present/Past, and include a final paragraph with comments related to what you like the most or what you do not like about it.
4. Prepare an oral report about the tale to be presented in the tutorial sessions (from May 16 to 20), you will have 2 1/2 minutes and it is expected you to say 50 sentences at least.
- Present or past simple sentence structure.
4. Language use / writing aspects:
- Present or past simple sentence structure.
- Useful vocabulary you need to express your ideas, "taken from the same tale".
- Grammar, spelling, punctuation rules, etc.
- Grammar, spelling, punctuation rules, etc.
Time To Die
ReplyDeleteIt was a lovely day in the afternoon and I was sitting there, watching my master eating cookies, he looked so adorable eating cookies, but no, he was always looking to that stupid clock in his left hand, he looked it every day and every night in every instant, he was driving me MAD. Thinking of him watching that clock was causing me nightmares, I had to do something, I had to stop it. I thought “It was very easy to hide or destroy the clock” but I knew that the old man probably would buy another one, he loved clocks. So the only solution was, make him hate the clocks or driving him mad.
So every day I sent to him a box full of Cuckoo’s clocks programmed to sound at one specific hour of each day, and then I placed them in the first floor and in the second floor. My plan was to driving him insane by using the noise of the clocks. It was perfect.
So at the next week my plan started, in the morning Monday the clocks started to sound and the old man got up of his bed and went to shut down the clocks but everything was normal, at Tuesday they began to sound again but everything went normal until Saturday. On Saturday’s afternoon the old man face was pale, he was feeling sick already, but suddenly, the clocks of the first floor began to sound and the old man ran fast to shut them off, the old man ran so fast that he accidentally fell down the stairs and hit his head against the floor. Then I ran to see if he was actually dead, and OMG he was.
Quickly, I called an ambulance, but it was too late, the doctors have confirmed his accidental dead and they took the body to the ambulance but when they lifted up the body, his personal watch, the one that he always looked, fell down, I picked up and I realize that there was a tiny picture inside it, I looked carefully and…
It was ME.
THE END
I forgot publish the present of my story, and well it is...
DeleteTime To Die
It is a lovely day in the afternoon and I’m sitting there, watching my master eating cookies, he look so adorable eating cookies, but no, he is always looking to that stupid clock in his left hand, he look it every day and every night in every instant, he is driving me MAD. Thinking of him watching that clock is causing me nightmares, I have to do something, I have to stop it. I thought “It is very easy to hide or destroy the clock” but I know that the old man probably would buy another one, he love clocks. So the only solution is, make him hate the clocks or driving him mad.
So every day I send to him a box full of Cuckoo’s clocks programmed to sound at one specific hour of each day, and then I place them in the first floor and in the second floor. My plan is to driving him insane by using the noise of the clocks. It is perfect.
So at the next week my plan going to start, in the morning Monday the clocks going to start to sound. Then the old man get up of his bed and go to shut down the clocks but everything is normal, at Tuesday they begin to sound again but everything is normal until Saturday. On Saturday’s afternoon the old man face is pale, he is feeling sick already, but suddenly, the clocks of the first floor begin to sound and the old man run fast to shut them off, the old man run so fast that he accidentally fell down the stairs and hit his head against the floor. Then I run to see if he is actually dead, and OMG he is.
Quickly, I call an ambulance, but it is too late, the doctors confirm his accidental dead and they take the body to the ambulance but when they lift up the body, his personal watch, the one that he always looked, fell down, I pick up and I realize that there is a tiny picture inside it, I look carefully and…
It is ME.
Comments: I like the stories of Poe the I thougt that this story was better tan others and for that reason I selected it.
The ash fingerprints
ReplyDeleteI have a white cat and his name is Paul, he is always in the roofs or in the neighborhood's houses; but this week he has something strange in his fur, he has black stains, like fingerprints. I am talking with my son for discover the beginning of these stains. We follow our cat in the night until the moment that he jumps inside a chimney. We listen to a strange noise inside the chimney. The cat has again the fingerprints in his fur, we want to know what happen in this place, for this reason we talk with the Ms Rachel but she is a very old woman and she doesn't remember anything, she only says: my niece is sleeping and you have to leave my house. A few days after Paul has a black hand in his fur, then we go again to the chimney and we find something inside. I think that is a girl but is covered of ashes, then with my son we help her to leave this chimney, after a few hours she was clean again and says: The Mondays I clean the chimney and the last Monday I fell down inside and lost my voice for the ashes. Now we are talking with the aunt and she confess that she knew that her niece was inside the chimney and she didn't do anything because she was dying and she wanted to die with her niece.
The ash fingerprints
I had a white cat and his name was Paul, he was always in the roofs or in the neighborhood’s houses, but the last week he had something strange in his fur, he had black stains, like fingerprints. I talked with my son and we discovered the beginning of these stains. We followed our cat at night over the roofs, and Paul jumped inside a chimney, then with my son heard a strange noise inside of this chimney, after Paul had again fingerprints in his fur, and we wanted to know what happened in this place, then we talked with Ms Rachel but she was very old and she didn’t remember anything, and she only said that her niece was asleep and we left her house. A few days after Paul had a black hand in his fur, and then I called my son and we went to the chimney and found something inside. I saw a woman but she was a cover of ashes. then I called my son and both helped her and finally she left the chimney, after a few hours she ate and took a shower and she said us, that some days before she was cleaning the chimney, fell down inside and lost her voice for the ashes; for this she couldn’t shout. After we talked with her aunt and the old woman confessed that she knew that her niece was inside the chimney and she didn’t do anything because she was dying and she didn’t want to die alone.
Comments:
I choose ¨The letter in brown ink¨ because is an excellent story, it’s short and interesting and I like the end, because is different to the traditional stories where the principal characters end married or engaged.
Not Time for Jokes (Present Simple)
ReplyDeleteYo-yo is a solitary boy. He is seven years old and he loves to be on his own just playing with his amazing toys, but especially with his favorite one, Clyde the Frog a plush animal. He always sleeps with his beloved frog and wakes up like the happiest kid in the world. Yoyo's parents on their behalf think that he doesn't need human friends because of this way the little boy can be happy without having bad influences.
For Yo-yo's eighth birthday, his parents give him a totally new stuffed toy, a black wolf bigger than Clyde Frog, he calls him Boogey.
Promptly the boy begins to love his new toy strongly and having it with him all the time his manners start to be weirder.
He talks less and continuously he has nightmares where he or his parents die of horrible and diabolic ways, but he also lost his appetite and cries for every single thing.
The adults talk between them one night at bed searching for the answer to the mystery, suspecting from the new plush toy because after all, they are superstitious persons and they don't want anything with bad energies in their house. They decide to search the toy the next morning with the conviction of eliminating the danger in their lives and having in mind that their plan can't fail they fall into a trap. They fall asleep and collapse into a deep illusion created for the spirit inside Boogey and they see the hell in their own heads, they dream with horrible lands and seas of fire.
When they can wake up, everything is dark, they are in the darkest place they have ever seen, some padding and stuffing things are over them. They can't breathe, space is getting smaller, everything is in complete silence and quickly they are losing their minds, nobody hears them, nobody can't help them.
No even the little boy that is smiling with a dark wolf in arms situated in that pile of dirt in the backyard.
The End
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Not Time for Jokes (Past Simple)
Yo-yo was a solitary boy. He was seven years old and he loved to be on his own just playing with his amazing toys, but especially with his favorite one, Clyde the Frog a plush animal. He always slept with his beloved frog and woke up like the happiest kid in the world. Yoyo's parents on their behalf thought that he didn't need human friends because of this way the little boy could be happy without having bad influences.
For Yo-yo's eighth birthday, his parents gave him a totally new stuffed toy, a black wolf bigger than Clyde Frog, he called him Boogey.
Promptly the boy began to love his new toy strongly and having it with him all the time his manners started to be weirder.
He talked less and continuously he had nightmares where he or his parents die of horrible and diabolic ways, but he also lost his appetite and cried for every single thing.
The adults talked between them one night at bed searching for the answer to the mystery, suspecting from the new plush toy because after all, they were superstitious persons and they didn't want anything with bad energies in their house. They decided to search the toy the next morning with the conviction of eliminating the danger in their lives and having in mind that their plan couldn't fail they fell into a trap. They fell asleep and collapsed into a deep illusion created for the spirit inside Boogey and they saw the hell in their own heads, they dreamed with horrible lands and seas of fire.
When they could wake up, everything was dark, they were in the darkest place they had ever seen, some padding and stuffing things were over them. They couldn't breathe, space was getting smaller, everything was in complete silence and quickly they were losing their minds, nobody heard them, nobody couldn't help them.
No even the little boy that was smiling with a dark wolf in arms situated in that pile of dirt in the backyard.
The End
Comments
DeleteI felt inspired with “One Summer Night” by Ambrose Bierce and I could remember that the first time that I read this short story I felt amazed ‘cause it use some of the things that I fear the most like the description of being underground but alive, also I think that the vocabulary in the original one is absolutely in other level of complexity so it was useful to having this another version.
Two men one heart (present simple)
ReplyDeleteThere is a couple who lives in London since four years. The wife is a woman who loves to go to the theatre because all her family loves too. Every Sunday’s night she goes to see a hypnotist and one of those nights he chooses her for his show. The woman feels very excited in this place, she stares the man for a few minutes, and she can’t believe what she sees.
That night when she comes back home, she has a dream about the hypnotist. She dreams that she travels around the world with him but she is confused because she is married. Her husband feels something is wrong with his wife, so he asks her if she feels well but she just cries and can’t say a word.
Next weekend she goes to see the young and handsome hypnotist; she loves his shows and every single thing he does. She stares him the whole night and at the end of the spectacle he closes her and tells her that he is in love. She smiles and gives him a hug, but she doesn’t tell him that she is married. The man proposes her to travel around the world and she agrees immediately.
Monday early in the morning she packs her bags while his husband sleeps. The kind and handsome man waits for her in his car, she gets out of the house quickly and gets in the car. She looks sadly the window of her ‘old’ room but sure because she is with the man who really loves.
Two men one heart (past tense)
There was a couple who lived in London four years ago. The wife was a woman who loved to go to the theatre because all her family loved too. Every Sunday’s night she went to see a hypnotist and one of those nights he chose her for his show. The woman felt very excited in this place, she stared the man for a few minutes, and she couldn’t believe what she saw.
That night when she came back home, she had a dream about the hypnotist. She dreamed that she traveled around the world with him but she is confused because she is married. Her husband felt something is wrong with his wife, so he asked her if she felt well but she just cried and couldn’t say a word.
Next weekend she went to see the young and handsome hypnotist; she loved his shows and every single thing he did. She stared him the whole night and at the end of the spectacle he closed her and told her that he was in love. She smiled and gave him a hug, but she didn’t tell him that she was married. The man proposed her to travel around the world and she agreed immediately.
Monday early in the morning she packed her bags while his husband slept. The kind and handsome man waited for her in his car, she got out of the house quickly and got in the car. She looked sadly the window of her ‘old’ room but sure because she was with the man who really loved.
This tale was the most I liked because I thought it was very gloomy; the idea of being watched while you’re sleeping is chilling. But I have to say that the tale’s name has nothing to do with the told story.
DeleteA TERRIBLE SECRET (PRESENT TENSE)
ReplyDeleteI am a seventeen years old boy and I go to work for Madam Crowl at Applewale House. My uncle is the groom there. I do not like the idea to leave my mom but I need money for my family. The travel is so long and I am very nervous, but the carriage man tells me that there is waiting for me a delicious cake and a glass of milk. Finally we arrive to the Applewale House, it looks big with black and white colors. My heart is in my mouth. I never see my uncle. My uncle shakes my hand. He is tall and thin with a white face and dark eyes. He takes me to the groomer’s room there is a lovely fire I feel better. My uncles says me that Madams Crowl is a difficult old lady, she tries to jump in to the fire or out of the window. I ask for the age of Madame Crowl, She is ninety- three, says my uncle, And what is my job? You have to look for the horses and if Madame Crowl wants you have to show her the horses. Our room has a window and Madame’s Crowl window is in front of ours. This night she is in a bad mood, she is not ready to go for bed. After one hour she falls exhausted. She loves to sleep with the window opens, so I can see her. I am curious about her and I look her for a moment but she wakes up and stares me then she says: I did not kill the boy he is alive and I scream of terror. My uncle run and ask me what happen, I tell him what Madame Crowl says and he tells me a rumor about it. She is accused of her step son’s missing fifty-six year ago. But any person can prove it. After a moth Madame Crowl dies, and that night she appear like a ghost, shows me a gold key and point to her room, I am so scared and I tell my uncle what I see, he shows me the key which he found in some things that Madame Crowl keep. We go to Madame’s Crowl bedroom and I see a little secret door. When we open the door the scene is terrible, there is an old man there in terrible conditions but still alive. He is her step son.
A TERRIBLE SECRET (PAST TENSE)
I was a seventeen years old boy and I went to work for Madam Crowl at Applewale House. My uncle was the groom there. I did not like the idea to leave my mom but I needed money for my family. The travel was so long and I was very nervous, but the carriage man told me that there was waiting for me a delicious cake and a glass of milk. Finally we arrived to the Applewale House, it looked big with black and white colors. My heart was in my mouth. I have never seen my uncle. My uncle shacked my hand. He was tall and thin with a white face and dark eyes. He took me to the groomer’s room there was a lovely fire I felt better. My uncles said me that Madams Crowl was a difficult old lady, she tried to jump in to the fire or out of the window. I asked for the age of Madame Crowl, She is ninety- three, said my uncle, And what is my job? You have to look for the horses and if Madame Crowl wants you have to show her the horses. Our room had a window and Madame’s Crowl window was in front of ours. That night she was in a bad mood, she was not ready to go for bed. After one hour she fell exhausted. She loved to sleep with the window opens, so I could see her. I was curious about her and I looked her for a moment but she woke up and stared me then she said: I did not kill the boy he is alive and I scream of terror. My uncles ran and asked me what happened, I told him what Madame Crowl said and he told me a rumor about it. She was accused of her step son’s missing fifty-six year ago. But any person could prove it. After a moth Madame Crowl died, and that night she appeared like a ghost, she showed me a gold key and pointed to her room, I was so scared and I tell my uncle what I saw, he showed me the key which he founded in some things that Madame Crowl kept. We go to Madame’s Crowl bedroom and I saw a little secret door. When we opened the door the scene was terrible, there was an old man there in terrible conditions but still alive. He was her step son.
I really love this Madame Crowl ghost story because was unexpected and very interest. I love all secrets what a person can hide and she did it. The tale I hate was ‘the Ash tree’ because while I was read it I imagine the spiders and I really hate them.
ReplyDeleteTHE WHITE PEARL (Present Tense)
ReplyDeleteThe rainny july afternoon, Martin arrives with his wet bags to the Harry Potter’s house an old man of 83 years old. The next week the young man begin his specialization in criminology. Martin is 24 years old and one successful career, his colleagues look up him and hate him at the same time, because he always shows an erratic behavior. When he was 12 years old, he sees to die his father of a shot in his right eye by a drunk maniac man. This incident leaves a mark him forever.
The following days the young man fell alone. Then, he looks for Potter’s company. Through the time the right eye of the old man become strange, it looks like a white pearl. The old man he get gravely ill in these days. Martin begin to rave because his father’s memories overwhelm him and evey night he is trying to extract the eye to Harry, while he is sleeping.
And one morning Martin wake up more crazier than usual, because this day is the anniversay of his father’s death. Then, this night the deranged young decides to kill the old man, thinking that he is his father’s ghost. Potter dies while he is sleeping and Martin discovers him when he is about to kill him. In this instant he recovers his conscience. He let down a knife of his hand and he tries to help the old man. His appearance suddenly change, he has one black eye and another white, his skin is green anf his hair disappears, “He is a zombie”, Martin says and he pick up the knife of the flat. They fight until Martin kill the old man stabbing in his right eye.
The white pearl resounds under the flat and Martin lose the conscience committing suicide.
THE WHITE PEARL (Past Tense)
The rainny july afternoon, Martin arrived with his wet bags to the Harry Potter’s house an old man of 83 years old. The next week the young man began his specialization in criminology. Martin was 24 years old and one successful career, his colleagues looked up him and hated him at the same time, because he always showed an erratic behavior. When he was 12 years old, he saw to die at his father of a shot in his right eye by a drunk maniac man. This incident left a mark him forever.
The following days the young man felt alone. Then, he looked for Potter’s company. Through the time the right eye of the old man became strange, it looked like a white pearl. The old man he got gravely ill on those days. Martin began to rave because his father’s memories overwhelmed him and evey night he was trying to extract the eye to Harry, while he was sleeping.
One morning Martin woke up more crazier than usual, because that day was the anniversay of his father’s death. Then, that night the deranged young decided to kill the old man, thinking that he was his father’s ghost. Potter died while he was sleeping and Martin discovered him when he was about to kill him. In that instant he recovered his conscience. He let down a knife of his hand and he tried to help the old man. Suddenly, Potter woke up shoutting. His appearance had changed, he had one black eye and another white, his skin was green and his hair had disappeared. “He is a zombie”, Martin said and he picked up the knife of the flat. They fought until Martin killed the old man stabbing in his right eye.
The white pearl resounded under the flat and Martin lost the conscience committing suicide.
Comments: I liked the story “The Tell – Tale Heart” by Edgar Allan Poe because it is entertained and interesting. I like the way of interpreting and handling the characters and the story because it not predictable at all. Also because it is one of the universal literature icons and Poe has incomparable writings.
ReplyDeleteTHE MOON´S SHINE.
ReplyDeleteThis is the perfect night, there is nobody in the house, I mean that the only one that is in the house tonight, is the old man and his evil eye. So I have to kill him, because I am crazy, and that evil eye is the guilty. I am always scared for that evil eye, and is very difficult to live with him, so I need a solution now.
The old man is very kind, and I consider him like my father, he always talks to me and supports me all the time. life is almost perfect, but that intruder becomes demon and I start to hate its blue and sinister shine. That evil eye usually walks through my worse nightmares. I am tired about this situation, so I think it is time to do something, because I need peace in my life and tranquility for my soul.
I am in his room, he sleeps in his old and big bed. The window is open, and the moon´s shine makes me feel like a killer shadow who searches for a victim, and the white moon waits for red blood, I am her slave tonight, the opportunity is in my hands, a knife wants to guide my destination. But I don´t understand why my hate does not help me to kill him. In this moment I think he is completely innocent and I forget the evil eye and my mission too.
It is a cold night, so I close the window while the knife is still in my hand, but this one falls to the floor and the deep silence becomes this sound in an earthquake, and now the old man wakes up. His evil eye watches me again, and my hate, my fear and my killer instinct are with me again. So I take the knife that shines like the moon, and 1 minute later the old man is dead.
I feel very happy, my fear and the evil eye do not join me anymore. I have some drops of blood in my face, so I use a mirror that is on the wall. I can see my expression of happiness, but the evil eye lives still. It is now in my own face, I can see it clearly, now it is part of me, it is closer and stronger. But this is the perfect night, I have a mission, the knife is still in my hand, and the moon shine, it shine because she needs more blood, and I know that tonight I am her slave.
THE LETTER IN PINK INK
ReplyDeleteAll begin in a fat people city. The only thing slim in it are the tree stems. Sorry sorry there is one thin person in this city, Miss Roesley. She has a ballet academy and her students are slim too.
Miss Rowsley forces to her students to go months without eating, to throw up and to smoke.
Miss Rowsley has a fat sister, Valeria. Alexander loves Valeria because her face seems like a bon bon bum. But Miss Rowsley is jelous about this relationship. Valeria dies and her daughter lives with her aunt now.
One day Alexander reads a letter. It come to him suddenly and it says:
Please help me. I’m in the treehouse. I need chocolates or sweets. My aunt doesn’t give me food because she thinks that i’m so fat and perhaps i am. I need it now. Please come to me and save me. She only gives me vegetables. Bring me my drug.
He is so surprised about it and he understands what means being without candy bars, without this stuff that make us happy.
Alexander climb the stairs of the treehouse and he find Valeria’s daughter, Sophia but Miss Rowsley start fighting. Meanwhile Sophia in a middle of tears ask for her cadies. But anyone in the treehouse listen to Sophia. Alexander grab a bunch of chocolate and put it in Miss Rowsley mouth. All sugar go to her veins, she passed out and fell to her dead.
When Alexandet reads the letter he doesn’t understand why she uses pink ink. But when he sees quantity of sugar that Sophia eats he understands inmediatly that the pink ink is her blood full of sugar and candies . She writes the letter with her blood and a little piece of wood.
He thinks that in this city, country and around the world they can write letters with different colours because all things that they eat they keep it in our blood.
All began in a fat people city. The only thing slim in this city was the tree stems. Sorry sorry there was one thin person in this city, Miss Rowsley. She had a ballet academy and her students were slim too.
Miss Rowsley forced to her students to go months without eating, to throw up and to smoke.
Miss rowsley had a fat sister, Valeria, and her eternal lover was Alexander. Alexander felt in love with Valeria because her face seemed like a bon bon bum. But Miss Rowsley was jelous about this relationship. Valeria died anf her daughter lived with his aunt.
One day Alexander read a letter. it came to him suddenly and it said:
Please help me.I’m in the treehouse. I need chocolates or sweets. My aunt doesn’t give me food because she thinks that i’m so fat and perhaps i am. I need it now. Please come to me and save me. She only gives me vegetables. Bring me my drug.
He was so surprised about it and he understood what means being without candy bars, without this thing that made us happy.
Alexander climbed the stairs of the treehouse and he found Valeria’s daughter, Sophia. But Miss Rowsley was hidden and then, Alexander and Miss Rowsley started to fighting. Meanwhile Sophia in a middle of tears asked for her candies but anyone in the treehouse listened. Alexander grabed a bunch of chocolates and put it Miss Rowsley mouth. All sugar went tobher veins, she passed out and felt to her dead.
When he read the letter he didn’t understand why she used pink ink but when he saw the quantity of sugar that Sophia ate he understood that the pink ink was her blood full of sugar and candies. She wrote the letter with her blood and a little piece of wood.
he thought that in this city, country and around the world they wrote letters with different colours because all things that they ate they kept it in our blood.
l think that the short tale didnt have dhrama or a terrorific end. But it was so easy to understand. I wanted to change the central idea for this reason i chase a common problem in our society, the weight and the sugar eating.
THE MOON´S SHINE.
ReplyDeleteThat was the perfect night,there was nobody, I mean that the only one that was in the house that night, was the old man and his evil eye. So I had to kill him, because I was crazy, and that evil eye was the guilty. I was always scared for that evil eye, and was very difficult to live with him, so I needed a solution.
The old man was very kind, and I considered him like my father, he always talked to me and supported me all the time. Life was almost perfect, but that intruder became demon and I started to hate its blue and sinister shine. That evil eye usually walked through my worse nightmares. I was tired about this situation, so I thought it was time to do something, because I needed peace in life and tranquility for my soul.
I was in his room, he slept in his old and big bed. The window was open, and the moon´s shine made me feel like a killer shadow who searched for a victim, and the white moon waited for red blood, I was her slave thath night , my opportunity was in my hands, a knife wanted to guide my destination. But I did not understand why my hate did not help me to kill him. In that moment I thought he was completely innocent and I forgot the evil eye and my mission too.
It was a cold night, so I closed the window while the knife was still in my hand, but this one fell to the floor and the deep silence became that sound in an earthquake, and then the old man woke up. His evil eye watched me again, and my hate, my fear and my killer instinct were with me again. So I took the knife that shone like the moon, and 1 minute later the old man was dead.
I felt very happy, my fear and the evil eye do not join me anymore. I had some drops of blood on my face, so I used a mirror that was on the wall. I could see my expression of happiness, but the evil eye lived still. It was in my own face, I could see it clearly, now it was part of me, it was closer and stronger. But that was the perfect night, I had a mission, the knife was still in my hand, and the moon shone, it shone because she needed more blood, and I knew that that night I was her slave.
COMMENTS.
ReplyDeleteIn my opinion, this is a good exercise for us, because we use our imagination to create a story, and use the grammar too. Probably my story is too bloody, but I think this is a horror story. Of course, this is not based on real events or myself.
THE LAST NOTE - PRESENT SIMPLE
ReplyDeleteAs every day, I am in the same place waiting for the bus to go to work; I also imagine all the things that could happen to me this day. The bus arrives, I get on there, and I take the last place. While I am counting my coins to pay the bus, I let fall down one of them under a chair, so I have to look for it, when I find it, I also find a smartphone, I decide to catch it and look for information about the possible owner but the first thing that I see is a note in red color that says:
‘I am about to get off of this bus, and I can see there out a man, I guess he is a thief, so I just want to save my cellphone, I ask you to give back it when you read this note, thanks!’’
I don’t know what to do about it, after a moment I decide to call the ‘owner’s mom’, a woman answer and explains me that his son is death one year ago when a thief tried to steal his cellphone. I just cut the call and stay in silence, I try to explain myself what is happening but I cannot find any answer.
THE LAST NOTE- PAST TENSE
As every day, I was in the same place waiting for the bus to go to work; I also imagined all the things that could happen to me that day. The bus arrived, I got on there, and I took the last place. While I was counting my coins to pay the bus, I let fell down one of them under a chair, so I had to look for it, when I found it, I also found a smartphone, I decide to catch it and look for information about the possible owner but the first thing that I saw was a note in red color that said:
‘I am about to get off of this bus, and I can see there out a man, I guess he is a thief, so I just want to save my cellphone, I ask you to give back it when you read this note, thanks!’’
I did not know what to do about it, after a moment I decided to call the ‘owner’s mom’, a woman answered and explained me that his son was death one year ago when a thief tried to steal his cellphone. I just cut the call and stayed in silence, I tried to explain myself what was happening but I could not find any answer.
COMMENTS:
The story that I chose was really interesting,I don't like horror stories, but this one let me imagine a lot of things about life and death, it was a nice exercise to practice.
The Tell-Tale Heart
ReplyDeleteA Young man lives in a room in an old man’s house, how I get this idea? I do not know, but there it is, inside my head.
I love the old man, he does not hurt me, he is always kind with me, I do not want his money, it is his eye! Yes, that is it, the old man have a cloudy eye, like snow. When I look his eye my blood runs cold. This idea grows inside me. I must kill the old man; I think in this way, that terrible eye never look me again. Now, you think I am mad, but mad men are stupid, I am not mad, I am clever and careful, I make a plan and I follow it, I am very kind to the old man, every night about midnight I carefully open his door, I put my head into his room, when my head is in the room, I open the little door of my lantern the light falls on the old man’s face, it falls on his eye , but his eye is always closed, I could not kill him, if he is not looking at me. The evil eye; each morning I go into his room with a smile, do you sleep well? I ask to him, he does not know that I visit his room every night, this night I am strong, the old man do not know nothing of my plan, I almost laugh, I make a little noise with the lantern, and the old man sits up in his bed, then he make a sound, the sound of terror of a man’s heart, he doesn’t believe that he is alone, he knows that evil is in the room. The evil eye is open wide but I do not move then I hear a sound I know that sound well is the beating of the old man’s heart, this is the time with a loud shout , I start, he scream I pull the bed on top of the old man, I push down for some minutes until the heart doesn’t beat , yes he is dead, finally my heart is happy, that evil eye never look at me again , I hide the corpse under the floor, I put the floor back and put everything in its place. When suddenly the door sounds, there are three policemen outside, because some neighbor hear the old man’s scream, they say we’d like to look around the house, I smile, I am not afraid, come in I answer it is me who screams I have bad dreams, I show to my visitors all over the place, I show that everything is in order even the money I bring some chairs, they are sit, the policemen are happy with my story, we talk, but I am sick again, there is a noise in my ears, the noise grows louder, it is a bang noise, I am talking loudly, I want to hide the noise but then i realize the room it is not in my ears is in the room , oh, god what could I do? It’s possible they could hear it, they are laughing and smiling, they are laughing at me the noise grows louder, and louder, finally I scream stop! This game! Yes I do it, I hide him under the floor, I pull the floor, here is,! Look! Listen his terrible heart is beating!
sorry but i did not know nothing about this activity, and i did not check, hope this still works in some how!
A Young man lived in a room in an old man’s house, how I get this idea? I did not know, but there it was, inside my head.
DeleteI loved the old man, he did not hurt me, he was always kind with me, I did not want his money, it was his eye! Yes, that was it, the old man had a cloudy eye, like snow. When I looked his eye my blood ran cold. This idea grew inside me. I must kill the old man; I thought in this way, that terrible eye never look me again. Now, you think I was mad, but mad men are stupid, I was not mad, I was clever and careful, I made a plan and I followed it, I am very kind to the old man, every night about midnight I carefully opened his door, I put my head into his room, when my head was in the room, I opened the little door of my lantern the light fell on the old man’s face, it fell on his eye , but his eye was always closed, I could not kill him, if he was not looking at me. The evil eye; each morning I went into his room with a smile, did you sleep well? I asked to him, he did not know that I visited his room every night, this night I felt strong, the old man did not know nothing of my plan, I almost laugh, I make a little noise with the lantern, and the old man sat up in his bed, then he made a sound, the sound of terror of a man’s heart, he didn’t believe that he was alone, he knew that evil was in the room. The evil eye was open wide but I did not move then I heard a sound I knew that sound well it was the beating of the old man’s heart, this was the time ¡with a loud shout , I started, he screamed I pulled the bed on top of the old man, I pushed down for some minutes until the heart didn’t beat , yes he was dead, finally my heart was happy, that evil eye never looked at me again , I hide the corpse under the floor, I put the floor back and put everything in its place. When suddenly the door sounds, there were three policemen outside, because some neighbor heard the old man’s scream, they said we’d like to look around the house, I smiled, I was not afraid, come in I answered it is me who screams I had bad dreams, I showed to my visitors all over the place, I showed that everything was in order even the money I brought some chairs, they were sit, the policemen was happy with my story, we talked, but I was sick again, there was a noise in my ears, the noise grew louder, it was a bang noise, I was talking loudly, I wanted to hide the noise but then i realized the room it was not in my ears was in the room , oh, god what could I do? It’s possible they could hear it, they were laughing and smiling, they were laughing at me the noise grew louder, and louder, finally I screamed stop! This game! Yes I did it, I hide him under the floor, I pulled the floor, there was,! Look! Listen his terrible heart was beating!