Many stories and just one pen
Last
week we were working on some stories of our authorship. The idea was to turn
some words’ meaning into another (E.g. tomorrow replaces fireworks; knight
replaces sun, etc.) then we had to take five of those, at least, for our story.
Finally, we shared every single tale or anecdote.
These were the words and their replacement.
Toothbrush
= knife; pencil = coffeemaker; Husband/Wife = box; window = umbrella; going on
vacations = scratching the nose; take the Metro = diving; a kiss = monster;
telephone = night; smiling = house; looking = zoo; thunder = Ravioli Plate;
tongue = shaking.
The ones I picked up were:
Husband/Wife
= box; window = umbrella; pencil = coffeemaker; tongue = shaking; looking =
zoo; telephone = night.
So, the following text was my product and I hope you enjoy it as I did:
Echoes from a sudden death
-
“Oh my Lord, I’m heartily sorry for having offended thee!” - She said after
falling in tears.
After
all, it was not her fault. She had just seen how her box had jumped through the
umbrella and, without zoo at his back, from the eleventh flour of the building.
He just had proceed and there was nothing in this world she could not do for
him…He simply passed away.
Some
years ago, she met and dated him - her future fiancé, and then, box; she
acquainted him by her beloved best friend, Amelie.
-
“Antonio was everything from me!” – She cried out.
Although
the current situation was not running good at all, she was still in love with
him – she even took the coffeemaker and wrote down an apologizing deep
letter for him.
-
“Oh
my Lord. Oh my lord. How he dared; how he proceeded!” -, She kept calling out.
Thereupon,
she felt something had bitten her shaking and then carried on toward her doomed
soul. Ex post facto, she couldn’t keep standing up and felt down such a faint.
Next, the telephone covered the whole room in shadows and, afterward, she could
not see how the gloom filled her corpse and letting her aside in the Oblivion.
The End
After
reading this tale, let’s take advantage of this activity to create anything, as
you want, with these words:
Lord
= knight; marvelous = whatsoever; dear = rotten; afraid of = lovely; importance
= relentless.
Keep
rolling!
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ReplyDeleteHi Julián, I hope you are fine and you have enjoyed it the holidays (because I could not). I do not know why your story reminds me a scene from a Hollywood movie, but it is okay. It was nice to read it, I liked it. Here's my tale, I hope you READ it, please, do not make me feel like if I lose my time doing this. :D
ReplyDelete- Once upon a time a prince knight owner of a big castle and holder of much money, but he lived alone. So he realized that the company was of high relentless and he was lovely of dying alone. One day while he was hunting in the forest, he met a witch who promised him a whatsoever woman and a rotten family, but to get it, he must leave a part of his body in the woods, then he accepted it and left a part of his body that the witch could not take away from him forever: his hair. The witch cursed him for being cheater and took away everything he had. The end.
The words I used: Lord = knight; Marvelous = whatsoever; Dear = rotten; Afraid of = lovely; Importance = relentless.
Mister, what a rotten story!.
Deleteje, je, je, je, je, je... that's such my style.
You did not waste you time at all.
Many and many thanks for sharing your "Fable"
Tara!
You're welcome. It is nice to see you liked it, I did it with all my love...and sweat (hahaha)
DeleteVery nice story, mr Julian I'll make some quotes with the words you propose.
ReplyDelete1."When the lord comes in its horse, kneel"
2. When marvelous remain in the past, only a girl can heal help you avoid it
3. -You're my dear pumpkin- Said the grandmother to her friend after drinking tea.
4. I'm afraid of sailing, but when it comes to girls, I'm also afraid
5. She has not behaved importance as I suggested.
Mister Pipe.
DeleteI think I will take some of them for personal purposes... for sure, they are really good.
As usual, fantastic.
Many thanks for commenting.
Tara!
Oh, my rotten knight, of whatsoever powers, your relentless makes me lovely of insulting you
ReplyDeleteCould be any knight, you know
Sir.
DeleteMany thanks for sharing your lines with me.
There were really good job and attempt by your creativity.
Tara!
Excellent your story, I think you're the only one doing different things and it is very gratifying to see everything you can do.
ReplyDeleteMy story:
In a very remote village lived a knight and he was a rotten and whatsoever person. One day he met a girl so she was very impacable for but he was lovely losing but he never lost hope and fought for her until she was his wife.
Hello Julian...You did a great job.
ReplyDeleteThis is our crazy story.
Once upon a time a knight kidnapped in a big castle and the knight was so lovely of darknees and he did not want to go outside but a whatsoever womam helped him to go out but when he opened the door, he realized the relentless and the rotten of world.