Vocabulary friction
One dark and stormy night, I was going home without myumbrella. I was running like mad, but there was still some distance to home. SoI looked around to find somewhere to rest. I found a deserted little house,which was totally wooden. I got in and found out that it is pretty dry inthere. So I paced around for some minutes. Suddenly, the floor slacked and Ifall flat in to a cold room. I lay there, stunned and throbbing with pain. Iopened my eyes and found out that I am in a dingy stone room with some otherkids. They are about 2 or 3 years younger than me. My head still throbbing likethe insides of a combustion engine, I asked something to one of the boys. Hegroaned and lies still. Than the floor suddenly vanished and we tumbled,tromped, jostled in to the infinitely dark room. Someone bound us, but we can’tsee him, and can’t do anything, but I hid somewhere he might not able to saw. Theperson carried the kids away. I can move again, I ran after them and then fallflat onto the ground, flying and traversed through a rocky place. The kidsbeing carried away winced with sympathetic means, but now I can’t move. After Ican mover again, the kids were gone, and I am very frustrated. I milled about.Suddenly I saw them again; they are going to the place which some coaches are stopped.A waft of air passed me, and strangely I was gliding, no, flying forward. Iflew faster and catched on. The man was going to go away, but I beat him tothere, I slammed into him and both stumbled to the ground. I wish him todisappear, and he did, I rescued the kids and try to go back.
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Everybody has a thing to remember. I have one too. It’s very funny.
Once on a trip, I and my family had to wake up early for the plane. I was the fastest one who wakes up. I dressed fast and start brushing my teeth. I didn’t notice that my toothpaste is changed by mum when she is washing her face. I squeezed the contains out and found it much like liquid. Putting the thought away, I put my toothbrush into my mouth and brushed. EEK! When my toothpaste is so sower? I thought. Then I thought: will it be poison? The thought jolted me that I nearly jumped out of my skin. But then I thought: if it’s poison, I would be dead in minutes, and now I should be suffering, and who would put poison into my toothpaste. After some seconds I went back to brushing. As the taste grow bitterer and stranger that my tongue had started to twist and shrank. After several more seconds, the bitter taste has grown so bitter and prickly that I coughed and spit and gargling my mouth. After that, I am more nervous and afraid. Am I not washed my toothbrush correctly or it is medicine or it’s really poison. I gargled and gargled, but the taste is still there, and it’s hanging there. As my concern began to get more and more unsettling, there comes a chuckle from the bathroom door. I wheeled back, only to found my mum. She is trying but failing to close up her giggles. “Mum, what are you doing here? And why is my toothpaste so bitter?” I asked. My mum caught back a giggle and says it out of breath: “You used my facial cleanser to brush your tooth…” She burse out with laughing. Feeling stupid, I gargled again and ran out of the bathroom without looking back.
Ha-ha, I should be more careful than this time. ----Bob