Mam do napisania krótką historię o duchu/duchach. po angielsku.
Ma być w niej:
kiedy wydarzyła się historia, gdzie się wydarzyła, (czyli, ze gdzie byłam i kiedy)
co robiły duchy? Kim były duchy, czemu się pojawiły?
pomożecie??
Ma być w niej:
kiedy wydarzyła się historia, gdzie się wydarzyła, (czyli, ze gdzie byłam i kiedy)
co robiły duchy? Kim były duchy, czemu się pojawiły?
pomożecie??
''What? what do you want?'' Vicky yelled
Tracy told her friend all about the strange sound from outside, but Vicky just told her friend to go back to sleep, she said that probably is just some animals or insects making those sound.
Tracy felt really angry that her BEST FRIEND didn't believe her.
What kind of friend she is? she thought angrily. Well see if i care!
Tracy opened her eyes, it was 2:00am in the morning.She doesn't even noticed that she had fallen asleep before.
''Vicky, whare are you?'' Tracy shouted. she decided that ahe should forgive her.
''Hello?''
''Vicky?''
Vicky was gone.
She felt really scared now, where is she? Is this a joke or something?Is not funny!Someone suddenly appeared in the doorway. It was her friend, Vicky!
''Oh, vicky! i am so glad you wew here! I thought you wew gone, i am very very sorry about what i done before!''She turned to hugged her, but she can't feel anything!
''No, i really sorry i didn't believe you.'' Vicky said softly.'' a ghost captured me and took my life, i am a ghost now!''
''What?'' she felt so dizzy, she wanted to die.
''i have to take over your life now, i am sorry, i promised i will give your life back, after i got my back.'' Vicky said.'' please! you are the only one that can help me!''
''I won't help you, it was you who did not listened to me'' Tracy blurted out loud.
After she said that, she run as fast as she can and she was never seen again.
THE END
2.My grandmother was thirty years old then. It was just after the war, during the cold, winter night when she and her husband – my grandfather Walenty – where coming home by dray cart. Basia where driving.
They where riding through the graveyard. The moon was bright so there where shadows between the trees. Suddenly there appeared some posture. My grandparents where riding further, nearer and nearer, but the phenomenon didn’t disappear. Clearly between the trees there was standing white, slightly transparent phantom. Walenty began to scream, and if he where Basia, he would certainly drive horses. But a driver was my grandmother. She was slowly stopping the dray cart and began to peer to the flickering phenomenon. Grandad was whispering “That is a ghost, please go!”. But Baśka told him, that there are no ghosts, and if he, the eleven years older administrator of the PGR, wouldn’t go to find out what it was, she would check by herself. Didn’t thinking a lot, she got off the vehicle chased by a silent swearword of the husband.
Then Basia was telling, that she had her heart in the throat wading through frozen snow of fresh graveyard, that she wasn’t certain that it was a ghost. She was walking and walking, but a posture was standing among the trees and it didn’t appear less real at all. But my grandmother went between the graves digged this day and discovered the origin of pale emanation. It turned out, that gravediggers strew fresh graves with calcium and that was exactly those strange mist.