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Cảm ơn bạn hiền mấy đóa hoa xinh xinh, vườn của EG ngăn nắp đẹp ghê.
MK vừa làm xong món Dandelion salad rồi nè, sẵn mời bạn hiền cùng ăn nhe!
MK lấy lá Dandelion thay cho lettuce, bỏ thêm onions, black olives, tomatoes, feta cheese and Greek salad dressing
Mai mốt vườn không còn cọng dandelion nào ...:)
Nhìn đĩa rau hấp dẫn quá... Cảm ơn MK
Đây là truyện ngắn của cô bé Việt Nam viết khi cô 14 tuổi, viết để nộp bài cho cô giáo tiếng Anh. Kết quả 92%. Có một vài lỗi cô giáo đã sửa nhưng cô bé không sửa lại bài.. Đăng vào đây để nhớ cô bé
The Werewolf Out of the Book
“Cedward Dullen lay there in my arms dying. The love of my life, my vampire boyfriend, was dying and I couldn’t do anything to save his life. The worst part was that he was killed by my former best friend, Macob Slack, a werewolf. I had no reason to live anymore. I, Fisabella Mwan wanted to die. I needed to die. I saw Cedward struggling to say something, but then it all went quiet. I could feel his soul leave his body. I would never forgive the werewolf who did this. I hate werewolves.”
I cried. I, Tibby Parker, cried. The ‘Daylight Series’ was famous and I had just finished the last book after waiting for it to come out for two years. It sure was worth the wait. My hand reached out for the tissues I had kept at my bed side table for the past two days while I was reading. The box was half finished now.
“Tibby! Get down here right now!” my mother shouted from downstairs. With all the remaining strength I had left, I heaved myself off of my bed and trudged down the stairs. She gave me one look and started to laugh. “Have you been crying again? Those books are so childish Tibby. At least if you cried while reading ‘Jane Eyre’ or ‘Wuthering Heights’ I would understand. Sometimes it’s hard to believe your fifteen.”
I gave her the most infuriated look my face could muster. My mother and I looked alike, with our blonde hair, thin and short figures, and gray eyes. But the similarities stopped almost immediately there. She was a hopeless romantic but she didn’t have an ounce of imagination. I on the other hand was only interested in one guy, Bradley Dean, and my imagination could amount to that of a thousand people.
“I’m just joking honey. Well anyways you know I’ve a date tonight. I really think he’s the one, Tibs and the best thing is that he’s foreign! I love foreign men,” she said. I knew better. After dad left, she’s had at least twenty ‘the one’s’.
“We’ll see mom. When do I get to meet Mr. Right anyways?” I said, forcing in as much sarcasm as I could.
“He’s picking me in about-” The doorbell interrupted her. I ran to answer the door before she could make me promise to be nice. I pulled the door open and saw something I didn’t expect. The exact interpretation of ‘Macob Slack’ was at my door. He was tall, with tanned skin, black shoulder length hair and a look of evil all over his face.
“Hello, you must be Tibby. Stella has told me a lot about you,” he said, with his deep husky voice. My mother appeared from over my shoulder with a smile plastered on her face.
“Tibby, this is Sam, Sam Colback. Sam this is my daughter, the one I told you about,” she said with her hands on my shoulders. She turned my body around and gave me the speech I always got before one of her dates. “Tibby you better be asleep when I get back and no calling Bradley after ten, okay? Good. Dinner is in the fridge. Put it in the microwave for three minutes. I think that’s all. See you tomorrow morning, honey,” she said without a pause. After a quick peck on both cheeks, she and Sam left but not before he gave me one grim look.
It took me a second to gather myself after the door slammed shut. I waited until I heard the car pull out of the driveway. After counting to ten, I ran to my room and picked up my iPhone, one of the benefits to being a doctor’s only daughter, and dialed the first speed dial number. Bradley Dean was my boyfriend for two years. Although he moved six months ago halfway across the province, we were still as close, if not closer. He was my Cedward Dullen, without the dying part. We always met up on breaks but although it was spring break, his parents couldn’t drive him over. He picked up after the second ring.
“Hello there. Took you long enough to call,” he said. I could picture the smile on his face as he said those words.
“Bradley shut up and listen. My mother’s boyfriend is a werewolf.” He was silent for a good minute before he said anything else.
“And my uncle Harry is the wicked witch of the west.”
“No. I’m serious. He’s the exact copy of ‘Macob Slack’. I would recognize him from a mile away.” I knew how crazy those words sounded but if anyone would believe me, it would be Bradley.
“Tibs, you’re way too into that vampire series, I think you’re just imagining stuff. Actually, hold on for one second. I’m getting another call.”
As I sat there waiting for him to return, Sam was flying around in my mind. Sam Colback. Then it hit me like a train.
“Hey. I’m back. Listen, I’ve got to go. It’s an emergency. See you soon. I mean talk to you later.” And without giving me a chance to say goodbye or ask him anything, Bradley hung up. Did my boyfriend think that I was crazy? Well right now it didn’t matter. I was now positive that Sam was a werewolf and it wasn’t my crazy imagination running around.
I wrote down Sam’s name on a piece of paper. I spent two minutes rearranging the letters and saw exactly what I had expected. If you switched the letters in “Sam Colback” around, you get “Macob Slack”.
I picked up my phone again and dialed speed dial number two. The phone was picked up halfway through the first ring.
“Tibby, is everything okay?”
“Yes mom, I just wanted to let you know that I want you to invite Sam to dinner tomorrow. I’m making the food.”
“Sure Tibs. This is strange of you. I knew you’d warm up to him. I’ll let him know. Okay bye.”
With that out of the way, I opened up my laptop, went to Google and made one search I thought I’d never make; ‘Weapons against werewolves’. After an hour of searching, I had what I needed. Silver, the full moon and mistletoe were the three most common things werewolves were scared of. And luckily I had the convenience of all three. With a full moon in two days, a box of mistletoe in the basement and an abundance of silver in the house, I should be good.
The next day, I was up before mom. I looked in the fridge to see what I could make. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw some garlic. It was used against vampires, it could kill them. He’d love this.
For the next three hours I got to work making every garlic dish I knew.
“Tibby, why does the house smell like a garlic factory?” I heard my mother yell. I guess she was up from her late night. I realized another reason I was doing all this. Sam was messing with my mom and I wouldn’t let any werewolf touch my mom.
“It’s the dinner mom. Thanks for the support,” I shouted back. My mom came downstairs fully dressed for work.
“I got called into work. I’ll be back in a few hours to make it in time for dinner. He’ll be here by six, okay?”
“Yes mom, don’t you worry. Everything will be just perfect.” Without another word, I pushed her out of the house knowing if she thought more about it she’d find a reason to stay.
I let the food cook as I ravaged the house for the things I needed. I took out the silver utensils that we only used for guests. Then I went and got out the box of Christmas decorations. Sure the mistletoe was plastic but I think it only needs to be symbolic. By the time I was done with everything, mom was home.
“Wow, I must say, you really pulled this off, Tibs but why is there mistletoe on the table?” she asked.
“So you two love birds can hold it between yourselves whenever you want to kiss,” I said slyly. I felt like puking when I thought about that disgusting werewolf kissing my mother. Almost as if on cue, the door bell rang. I went to go open the door and there he was. Sam Colback. Or should I say Macob Slack.
As he shook my hand, I saw exactly how hairy his arms were. They weren’t just hairy, they were like a carpet. He saw me looking at his arms and unrolled his sleeves to cover them. He knew I was on to him.
“I smell garlic,” he said. “Back where I came from, we used to use it as a weapon against our enemies. You could say they were allergic to it,” he said chuckling. I gasped.
The enemies were the vampires. I was positive. He gave me a look that confirmed my suspicion. Before I could say anything else, my mom came out of no where and planted one kiss on his cheeks. I had to get out of the room before I vomited.
They finally came into the dinner room and he sat down. I saw my first opportunity to attack.
“Sam, over here we have this custom of kissing under mistletoe around Christmas.” At the sound of mistletoe, I swear he turned five shades paler. “I know it’s not Christmas but I thought that it would be a nice way to welcome you to our house by you and my mom kissing under mistletoe.” Before he could think I grabbed mistletoe from the table and threw it at him.
He shrieked and jumped. I swear he did. My mom looked confused for a second.
“Sorry, you surprised me. How about we save that for later?” he said. My mom snapped out of her confused state and agreed.
Everyone poured some garlic soup into there bowls.Then it happened I saw him reach out for the spoon out of the corner of my eye. With one touch, he dropped it on the floor. I looked at his hand and it was red.
“Excuse me,” he said, and ran to the washroom. I saw that he had forgotten his phone on the dinner table.
“Mom, why don’t you go get yourself a glass of water. I know this night’s turning out a little weird for you,” I suggested
“Yeah Tibs, I think a little whiskey would be better.” When she was safely in the kitchen, I rushed to the phone and went through it. In one of his memo pads I saw something that made me shriek. I saw Bradley’s address in Sam’s phone. Mom and Sam both came rushing. I dropped the phone on the floor and rushed back to my seat.
“Sorry you guys, the soup burned my tongue.” Sam didn’t believe me one bit. He saw his phone on the floor.
“Stella, I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well at all. I think I’ll just go and I’ll see you the day after tomorrow as planned.” Saying no more, he left.
“I’m sorry, Tibs. This whole dinner was a disaster. He’s usually a lot more normal,” Mom explained. The last thing he is is normal.
“It’s okay mom. Why aren’t you seeing him tomorrow?” I knew the answer before I even asked the question. It was a full moon tomorrow. And after a look through his phone I realized he was probably going to kidnap Bradley to make me promise not to tell my mom his secret.
“He has plans, Tibby.”
“Oh, alright, I’m going to go to bed if you don’t mind cleaning up.” Luckily, she didn’t. After I was in my room, I dialed Bradley’s number. It went straight to voicemail. I was so worried and scared. What if Sam had used his werewolf powers and already gotten Bradley. What was I to do? I couldn’t call the cops. I guess all I could do was wait.
I lay in my bed for hours worrying about Bradley. I even heard the clock chime midnight.
I don’t really remember when I fell asleep but I remember hearing my mom on the phone with someone.
“She doesn’t suspect a thing. I’ll meet you outside,” said mom. Then I was asleep before I could even think about it.
When I woke up, I realized that it was five p.m. I had been asleep for more then twelve hours.
My mother knew that Sam was a werewolf and she had gone with him to kidnap Bradley. I know that she was talking to Sam on the phone last night. He probably hypnotized her. I burst out crying in my bed. She probably slipped something in my food to make me sleep for so long. Finally, I got out of my bed to look around the house. A storm was raging outside and no one was home.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the lights went out. Then I heard it. I heard the deep breaths someone was taking on the other side of the door.
“Tibby, open up, it’s Sam. My car broke down as I was on my way to your house,” he said. I had had enough. I was going to let him know that I knew the truth.
“Don’t lie! I know that you’re a werewolf! Leave before I drive a silver knife through you!” I exclaimed. I heard giggling outside. He was messing with my head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Open up Tibby. I have a surprise for you.”
Yeah right. Then I saw the knob turning. He had keys to the house. I gathered all the power I could and yelled.
When the door clicked open I saw the outline of something huge! The tears were streaming down my face. I hope death is easy!
“Surprise!”
I looked more closely and saw that it wasn’t a werewolf. It was just three people. Sam, Bradley and Mom.
“Get away from him! He’s a werewolf. He has you under his spell,” I yelled.
“What are you talking about?” Mom said.
“His hand burned on the silver, he was scared of the mistletoe and tonight he’ll become a werewolf when the moon comes out!”
My mom rushed to me, and grabbed me by the shoulders. I took a breath in and actually looked around. Sam was at the door looking confused and Bradley beside him looking even more confused. Then they all burst out laughing.
“You really do have an outrageous imagination Tibby,” Mom said. “Sam and I went to go get Bradley last night after you fell asleep. We drove through the night to pick him up. We knew how much you missed him and his parents couldn’t drop him off for the week,” she said.
“What about the silver?” I asked.
“On the drive there, Sam told me about how he’s extremely allergic to silver. Just one touch and his skin starts to get rashes. And he has a fear of being hit, so when you threw the mistletoe at him he jumped because he got scared. He didn’t tell us that night because he didn’t want me to think of him as a wimp.”
“Then why is he so hairy and what about the garlic story he told us with his enemies, the vampires?”
“It’s genetics and the garlic story was actually just our neighbors who were very hygienic yet rude people so I’d slip garlic through their mailbox as a child knowing they’d hate the smell,” he said, clearly embarrassed of the childish story.
I sat there on the ground and thought about each and every accusation I had made. A feeling of extreme stupidity flushed over me. I could feel myself blushing. I wasn’t even going to mention my theory on his name. Sam was a common name and it was just a coincidence. He had probably just had Bradley’s address in his phone because he had to drive there.
“Umm, Sam, I don’t really know how to say this so I’ll just get it out fast. I’m sorry I thought you were a werewolf.”
“It’s okay Tibby,” he said laughing. Just then the lights came back on and I realized something I had forgotten. I ran to Bradley and gave him a huge hug and kiss.
“I had plans for us to go out but the weather won’t allow it,” he said.
“Oh don’t worry,” I said. “We’ll just have some leftovers from yesterday, some garlic soup,” I said giving Sam a wink that he returned.
“I don’t think I can have some,” Bradley said. “It interferes with me being a vampire,” and we all laughed.
I looked around me and saw that the people I was with were pretty amazing, and my mom was really lucky to have Sam.
“He’s a good guy,” I mouthed to her when his back was turned.
“So is he,” she mouthed back about Bradley.
We both laughed and I realized that my life was pretty amazing, even my imagination. Who knows maybe my dad’s girlfriend is an alien.
By: Kr. Pham
Không thấy EG vào, đi nhẹ nhàng quá!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Evergreen
Thế MK và cô bé có chút gì giống nhau không? ;)
Bạn hiền ui, để MK nói cho nghe về cô bé nghe...:) Cô bé này giống MK biết viết văn nhưng MK thích viết còn cô bé đó thì không. Cô viết vì cô muốn có điểm mà thôi!
Sorry EG vì trả lời trễ nghe! Sao hỗm rày nàng thơ của MK đi mất biệt vậy cà?
Vậy là cô bé kia viết văn vì... điểm còn cô bé này viết văn là vì "Tôi muốn viết văn" và thích được khen ha ;)
Mấy hôm nay "nàng thơ của MK" mải mê đuổi theo hoa bướm trên những con đường dẫn ra nông trại và thảo nguyên đến quên mất lối về rồi. Hổng biết có ai đó cầm tay chỉ đường dẫn lối cho mình về chốn cũ không ta? :P
Để MK gọi nàng thơ về chốn cũ nhe, thiệt tình à, tự nhiên đi đâu mất biệt ... Thơ ơi thơ à về mau!:)