EngLit

15_NagyAndrei · Trimis: 04/12/2016 00:43 Titlul subiectului: Harsh Times

I'm no smart.I will never understand the limitless satisfaction,the well-being offered by this town, Goldtown.A town of marble and gold, if only had it been percieved by my ungrateful thoughts.On summer days no cloud is to be seen on the sky and Goldtown acting as a mirror reflects the rays and thus a bridge is formed, the rainbow.Ungrateful people, such as I am, would never see the bridge's gates opened.And how else could it be if I don't do my job, cherish my belly and confine my mind to the necessary.

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December 2.Interesting day has been.Winter finally arrived-and oh my, what an entrance did she have.Early in the morning, Goldtown found itself under a soft, fancy, white blanket.What did the Bellies-as I call these inhabitants-do?A great idea arose inside their heads...joke.The Bellies knew that this was their call in order to show their gratitude for their patron, Mr Wunderboy.A great number of inhabitants, 75 percent, took their shovels and started to uncover the 8th world wonder, Goldtown.
As the Bellies were working so hard, with a free smile on their faces, to reach the surface of their wonder-which reflects the wit within them-a poor lad rose"Is this not what the City Hall is supposed to do?"said he, "Why do we think Mr Wunderboy and the City Hall to be the same thing, shouldn't we see that we are not doing ourselves and to our home any favour?"."Mr Wunderboy will be proud of us, and we are certain that he would do this himself but for people like you, who made him retreat to gather his thoughts.What is your name?" asked those ofended, "Sinner Blackfool" returned he, "Why, Sinner Blackfool, because of your actions you will be cast away from Paradise!"(and by the way, he also got a huge ticket for disturbing the peace).
And thus came winter.

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Today while I was waiting for the bus something happened.In the bus station it was I and a middle age man"Very smart man" thought I, "the brightness from his eyes is blinding me".As the bus was aproaching us, I said something that in my mind appeared to be harmless "Oh my, what a blessing it is that people cleaned the snow, otherwise we couldn't get ourselves inside the bus.I wonder if Mr Wunderboy is proud".At the sound of my last sentence, especially when I pronounced the name that afterwards I found that isn't to be said, I saw this man's ear slowly moving upwards, a drop of sweat slowly crossing his forehead on its tiptoes, and he looked as if air was something that would never came in handy.He slowly turned his eyes to take a glimpse of me but the rest of his face remained still, as if he have just seen Medusa, and suddenly his legs fled with such velocity that they almost forgot the rest of his body from which a horrific scream seemed to fight for freedom.
That man probaly arrived home faster than I who had the help of the bus.

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Another day passed.What a wretch I am.These dreadful thoughts, wondering about the elections day, when I should only cherish my belly and let the chosen ones to do their best.Oh my, if a Belly would read these pages would most likely turn them into ashes and say a prayer or two to cast away the bad spirits.Bellies forbid!
Mr Wunderboy after his retreat at his temple and living as an olympian god, God of gods, was able to gather all his wit and wisdom-wit, which a poor lass as I am will never possess-and managed to embrace his mother, Miss Berglar, once again.He decided to send her to be among the chosen.

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Yesterday I went to the library.I don't know what cursed thoughts slipped from my head when I told to my school colleagues that I wonder about the elections."For Goldtown's sake,Sisi!you really live by your name" said they, Sisi is actually a nickname that I was given, and in the common language it refers to a person which is...well...let us say in a short term:mad-person."Stop making a fool of yourself, you should better go to the circus and maybe you will make someone laugh".
And they are right!As I said before, I am not a smart person.Not smart enough to leave the chosen ones to do their best and exchange presents on Christmas.Not smart enough to cherish my belly on those wonderful Christmas days when good things happen.Lots of funny games too, one of them is played between Bellies and Pigs, and is called Russian Roulette.Somehow, Bellies always win and that's because Pigs same as I are not smart at all.Amen.