Posted by: alcrabat | 27 January 2011

Days of Our Lives

Written by Bouchra el-Qacimy Int 4 Winter 2011

Some of us have to get up early, rush out and take a train with hundreds of sleepy people. And among these people there’s a girl who reads a book, if she finds a seat or she does her English homework, which she totally forgot. At the same time, she listens to desperate conversations about divorce, court, the Mawazine Festival, football, kids not willing to study, old girls whining their bad luck in marriage, a young man hitting on an ugly girl…and the list can go on forever. Then the girl would look out the closed window trying to escape from this underworld, seeing a young man under the sunny sky with his lovely sheep on an orange, almost yellow, field that goes all the way down to the blue sea. And then she would go on, dreaming about a lonely, lovely house on the top of a green hill. The house would be painted in white and dark red or just grey. It would be a small house with plenty of flowers around it, and why not a lake and a windmill nearby. She would call it the Lake House. It would be a warm home for her cold heart, the ice would melt and the love would spring up…

Then the young girl wakes up, returns to the real world, to her English homework that she didn’t finish and wish, with a large stupid smile on her face, that one day she’ll get her dream house.


Responses

  1. that was a good story. i was just checking this site

  2. sometimes i really want to know why there is always people who can write well but that nobody know about

  3. It was quite good…Although the beginning was a cliché, terrible (if you may excuse the term), you had a last second awareness so you rescued your work by adding the dream part witch, time and again, you ruined with that conclusion!
    You should work on that girl (I advice you to read more English novels and exercise your imagination)
    PS: I don’t mean to be rude; I always seek perfection in English matters.


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