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A więc, …
- There are those who believe in Santa Claus and those who absolutely don’t. Imagine and construct a debate – story between two children who think differently on the issue. Who wins the debate and why?
- Making a mash-up story that mixes together characters from different books, films and TV shows can be a lot of fun, right?
- Pretend you are one of Santa’s elves. Write a journal entry about your day.
- The Scary Xmas story
- Praca powinna być napisana po angielsku, samodzielnie w przedziale do max. 4500 – 5000 znaków w edytorze tekstu np. Word (2 strony A4)
- Termin wysyłania prac przez dziennik Librus (Joanna Seweryn) lub e-mail (firstname.lastname@example.org) –> 14 grudnia (piątek) 23:59
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The winning story: My last dream by Paulina Bak
One day I was extremely exhausted. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, jumped into my bed and slowly drifting off into sleep.
I remember that I was riding a white, charming horse. Its tail and crest were red and Hawaiian flowers – pink plumerias – were braided into them. I was wearing a long, airy, white dashiki dress, and my feet were bare. A few necklaces embellished with pendants with the shape of the waning crescent moon were hung on my neck and blowing in the breeze. My hair was braided and decorated with the same kind of flowers as my horse had. I was feeling free, although I did not know where I was going. I cannot ride a horse, therefore I was amazed that I had not fallen to the ground yet. The sound of the ocean and the view of the beach stretched round me were heavenly.
After an interminable, aimless journey, I saw a castle on the horizon. I reached the destination.
It was not an ordinary fortress, more like a jungle one. Creepers were wrapped round the building, monkeys were siting on the turrets, nenes were walking single files, an axis deer was striding proudly though the gatehouse, a few feral wallabies were playing together. I was shocked and abashed. I associate castles with people, pomposity and lack of animals. However, there was magical, the positivity of this place penetrated my soul. I have never before seen such an enthralling residence.
We were going upwards, scrambling though coconut trees. I tried to ask him where we were going, but he was beating around the bush. The travel did not take us a long period of time; I did not feel exhausted or sweated in spite of that the mountain was giant. I thought, it was a mountain.
At the peak I heard the rushing water, consequently I assumed that there could be a waterfall. We came to a table located under jacaranda trees, filled with food. The atmosphere was magical. The trees had lavender-blue flowers in a shape of a trumpet. There was not a soul here. When we sleep, even the most irrational creation of our imagination, in that particular moment when we are asleep, seems totally normal. In my case it happened, too. The mysterious man told me to sit down and got the show on the road. I asked him what he meant, and he explained that I had to eat all the products that were set in front of me. My bashfulness took control of my body; I sat down and looked at the prepared meals that were requested to consume. They contained my beloved fruits and vegetables which were grown in Hawaii, served in coconut bowls: rambutan, egg fruit, dragon fruit, strawberry guavas, poha berries, papayas, starfruit, avocados, celeries. The feast was decorated with flowers: plumerias, Hawaiian hibiscus, orchids, tuberoses. I got on the stick; it was not a big deal for me to eat everything in one sitting. I do love wholesome food! I polished off the bowls – my belly was filled to the brim. I could not move, my weight certainly increased by several kilograms! I was sure as shooting!
When the sun rose, and I was able to think logically, I began to analyse my dream. Recently I have been reading a lot about the Moon and its meaning in horoscopes, various cultures… presumably too much. Moreover, Hawaii is my impeccable place to live. It was my very first dream that was simultaneously my worst nightmare and one of the unbelievably stunning fancies I have ever had. However, I hope it was the first and last time.