Nguyễn Diệu Hương
(dieuhautotbung)
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since we already have the topic "Our English poems," I think there should another topic for prose. Feel free to make up stories as long as they consist of something you really want to tell other people about yourself. (My second purpose of opening this topic is to find resources for EHAO, :biggrin: )
So, here is mine. ;
Sunny Sunday afternoon.
Hey, why do I always relate Sunday and sunny? Or maybe it’s not I. People often use a sunny Sunday as the setting for their story. So what? Let my story begin like this . . .
On a sunny, bright Sunday afternoon, there was a girl . . .
Wait, why do I use the past tense here? She is still a girl and let’s make the story more attractive by using the present tense. By the way, will it sound better if I use the first person? Ok. Here we go.
Today is such a sunny, bright Sunday. I am sitting on the grass reading books.
No way, I can’t be that passive. I should walk instead of sitting. Oh, and I should walk on the dry golden leaves in the fall. That would be way too romantic. So I should be a romantic girl in the story. Hopefully that works.
Today is such a sunny, bright Sunday. Walking alone on the golden leaves, I cannot stop thinking about . . .
Wait, what should I think about? Boys? No, that would make my story too simple. My family? Not yet, the romantic setting is not suitable. Myself, good idea. Everyone in such a mood will think about her or himself. So I think about myself. Tons of questions need answers. Who am I? Why am I here? What am I doing?
Keep walking, I see a restaurant, a very fancy one. That is the most luxurious restaurant in the town. I haven’t had dinner yet although I have just finished a bagel and two cups of milk. That is not dinner, isn’t it? Tell me it is not because I really want to go inside that marvelous restaurant. It will be expensive, I think. My dinner may cost more than my mom’s weekly income. Should I go inside or not? Oh, come on. I look stupid standing in front of a restaurant thinking. Let’s go inside. I have never spent much money since I came here. Why can I just enjoy a nice dinner once in my entire life? (I am sure there is gonna be a second time though). Anyway, I am inside it now. Hold on. Everyone stares at me. They are sitting in couples. Their clothes suggest they are wealthy people. Well, I am in shorts, T-shirt, flip-flops, from which if I were home, people would think I just got back from the market. Does it matter at all? Absolutely not. I am the only person who sits by myself. Sure, because if there is another one, I am gonna come there and sit down at that table. Why should I waste a chance getting to know a person? So, I am sitting by myself ordering the most expensive dish. Why not? ( Although I have no idea what type of food is that) Oh, the music here is nice. It is sort of outdated music though. But I like it. It has been a long time I haven’t listened to classical love songs. “Everything I do, I do it for you . . . ” Is that true? Is there such a person? Oh yes, definitely. That is my mom. Everything she does, she thinks about me first. There will never be a second person in the world who loves me that much. I suddenly miss my mom so much that I am about to cry. Today is Mother’s day. If only she were here, I would give a big hug and kiss her hair, which is dry and hard. How can her hair be soft and smooth when she often has to sit down, washing clothes by hand in the sun? Mothers’ day, another reason to have a nice dinner because I am sure she will be so happy to know that I am enjoying life here. The food has come. It is Thai mango sauce covering tofu and chicken. I have it with spring rolls and a cup of tea. This is so tasteful and a little bit spicy. I love spicy food. That’s why Red hot chilly pepper is my favorite band. My totem also suggests that I love red and yellow. Hold on, is that Vietnamese flag? I am such a patriotic person, aren’t I?
Well, I know you are getting bored with my story. Fine, now is the climax. What should be the climax then? Let me think for one second. Should it be an accident, a car accident maybe? That would be too long until the resolution. Besides, I don’t want to put myself in such a bad situation. Flash! I have an idea.
Walking out the restaurant, there is a bike coming right toward me. It almost hits me. I am about to yell at the rider. Oops, hold on, not the right time to curse. That’s a boy. I look at him in a way that asks “What do you want, little boy?” He politely apologies and then asks how I am doing. Wait, have I seen you before? Maybe, I reply. Oh, little poor boy, I know what you want. I can read the phrase “Gonna get you, baby,” in your eyes. He asks if I want to take a photo of his riding on one wheel. I forget to tell you that I always bring my camera with me. I love taking pictures, black and white ones. I am taking photography class so his suggestion makes sense to me. “If you don’t mind,” I say. He seems to be excited, which seems funny to me. I take several pictures. If they come out nicely, I will give him some. I say goodbye to him and walk away. He keeps going after me for a while.
Such a silly climax. I am sorry for not being able to think of a more thrilling one. Will you be more interested if I meet a gang of robbers or bump into a hot looking guy? Doesn’t matter at all, right? That’s it, the whole story of a girl walking alone on a cloudless Sunday afternoon. What else can you expect to happen?
So, here is mine. ;
Sunny Sunday afternoon.
Hey, why do I always relate Sunday and sunny? Or maybe it’s not I. People often use a sunny Sunday as the setting for their story. So what? Let my story begin like this . . .
On a sunny, bright Sunday afternoon, there was a girl . . .
Wait, why do I use the past tense here? She is still a girl and let’s make the story more attractive by using the present tense. By the way, will it sound better if I use the first person? Ok. Here we go.
Today is such a sunny, bright Sunday. I am sitting on the grass reading books.
No way, I can’t be that passive. I should walk instead of sitting. Oh, and I should walk on the dry golden leaves in the fall. That would be way too romantic. So I should be a romantic girl in the story. Hopefully that works.
Today is such a sunny, bright Sunday. Walking alone on the golden leaves, I cannot stop thinking about . . .
Wait, what should I think about? Boys? No, that would make my story too simple. My family? Not yet, the romantic setting is not suitable. Myself, good idea. Everyone in such a mood will think about her or himself. So I think about myself. Tons of questions need answers. Who am I? Why am I here? What am I doing?
Keep walking, I see a restaurant, a very fancy one. That is the most luxurious restaurant in the town. I haven’t had dinner yet although I have just finished a bagel and two cups of milk. That is not dinner, isn’t it? Tell me it is not because I really want to go inside that marvelous restaurant. It will be expensive, I think. My dinner may cost more than my mom’s weekly income. Should I go inside or not? Oh, come on. I look stupid standing in front of a restaurant thinking. Let’s go inside. I have never spent much money since I came here. Why can I just enjoy a nice dinner once in my entire life? (I am sure there is gonna be a second time though). Anyway, I am inside it now. Hold on. Everyone stares at me. They are sitting in couples. Their clothes suggest they are wealthy people. Well, I am in shorts, T-shirt, flip-flops, from which if I were home, people would think I just got back from the market. Does it matter at all? Absolutely not. I am the only person who sits by myself. Sure, because if there is another one, I am gonna come there and sit down at that table. Why should I waste a chance getting to know a person? So, I am sitting by myself ordering the most expensive dish. Why not? ( Although I have no idea what type of food is that) Oh, the music here is nice. It is sort of outdated music though. But I like it. It has been a long time I haven’t listened to classical love songs. “Everything I do, I do it for you . . . ” Is that true? Is there such a person? Oh yes, definitely. That is my mom. Everything she does, she thinks about me first. There will never be a second person in the world who loves me that much. I suddenly miss my mom so much that I am about to cry. Today is Mother’s day. If only she were here, I would give a big hug and kiss her hair, which is dry and hard. How can her hair be soft and smooth when she often has to sit down, washing clothes by hand in the sun? Mothers’ day, another reason to have a nice dinner because I am sure she will be so happy to know that I am enjoying life here. The food has come. It is Thai mango sauce covering tofu and chicken. I have it with spring rolls and a cup of tea. This is so tasteful and a little bit spicy. I love spicy food. That’s why Red hot chilly pepper is my favorite band. My totem also suggests that I love red and yellow. Hold on, is that Vietnamese flag? I am such a patriotic person, aren’t I?
Well, I know you are getting bored with my story. Fine, now is the climax. What should be the climax then? Let me think for one second. Should it be an accident, a car accident maybe? That would be too long until the resolution. Besides, I don’t want to put myself in such a bad situation. Flash! I have an idea.
Walking out the restaurant, there is a bike coming right toward me. It almost hits me. I am about to yell at the rider. Oops, hold on, not the right time to curse. That’s a boy. I look at him in a way that asks “What do you want, little boy?” He politely apologies and then asks how I am doing. Wait, have I seen you before? Maybe, I reply. Oh, little poor boy, I know what you want. I can read the phrase “Gonna get you, baby,” in your eyes. He asks if I want to take a photo of his riding on one wheel. I forget to tell you that I always bring my camera with me. I love taking pictures, black and white ones. I am taking photography class so his suggestion makes sense to me. “If you don’t mind,” I say. He seems to be excited, which seems funny to me. I take several pictures. If they come out nicely, I will give him some. I say goodbye to him and walk away. He keeps going after me for a while.
Such a silly climax. I am sorry for not being able to think of a more thrilling one. Will you be more interested if I meet a gang of robbers or bump into a hot looking guy? Doesn’t matter at all, right? That’s it, the whole story of a girl walking alone on a cloudless Sunday afternoon. What else can you expect to happen?
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