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الكاتب: | زمردة [ الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 9:45 pm ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
Hi there! ![]() Most of us enjoy a good story and ALL of us has a childhood ![]() In this topic, we are going to share our childhood stories, practice our English in a new way and learn more about each other ![]() So are you a good story teller? ![]() Now who'll be our first story teller? ![]() You can start by "Once upon a time" ![]() |
الكاتب: | قاسم عيسى [ الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 11:24 pm ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
عبير, Are you attracting me to write? ![]() |
الكاتب: | Odysseus [ الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 11:34 pm ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
Abeeeeeeer
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I do NOT know if I'm a good storyteller or not ![]() "Once upon a time", Speak or Sleep ?? ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Once upon a time, I was a small kid. I used to watch Syrian series from the beginning of my childhood. We, I and the other kids of my village, watched the famous Syrian series, Al-Burkan. I remember well the characters of this series: Ward, Al-Gadanfar, Al-Munther and Al-Azraque. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I was the chief of my street, and I had to defend my area against the invaders of the other streets ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I know I'm a bad storyteller. Anyway, I just wanted to participate so that others get the courage and tell us some of their stories. ![]() Abeer It is a brilliant idea. May Allah Bless thee Sister ![]() ![]() |
الكاتب: | قاسم عيسى [ الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 11:34 pm ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
Childhood Kiss Shiny day, teacher is absent, students, or kids in other word, are making noise, I was in daydreams. Quietness inside, see nothing. Oh the Syrian usual schools' classes. Three desks rows, two walking rows, and green old blackboard. I was at the dead-end of the class, my back to the wall, my face toward the blackboard, in dreams I dive. Small kid I was, between six and seven years of age in the second grade, yeah I really was mind-absent that time when my story began and ended. My face toward the blackboard, I did not know why I was standing at that place, suddenly a sole blond girl, which is so blond, eyes are blue. She was running to some place, but the place sure was near me, oh she was a student of our class, she ran toward me that what I finally found out when she had stamped a kiss on my cheek. The kiss was followed by a slap on her cheek, but not by me, because I was in wonder that moment, the slap came from her cousin a jealous boy, or maybe he felt shame. |
الكاتب: | قاسم عيسى [ الأحد ديسمبر 27, 2009 11:38 pm ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
Ala Al-Ibrahim, Be happy that child is not me, because you will be now counted with dead. ![]() I am kidding |
الكاتب: | زمردة [ الاثنين ديسمبر 28, 2009 2:42 am ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
قاسم عيسى, اقتباس: Are you attracting me to write?
If such a topic attracts you to write .. yes I am attracting the attention of all those who like writing to share us ![]() Ala Al-Ibrahim, اقتباس: This is a NOVEL idea. I know you are creative. You always come with GREAT topics like this. But do you know where is the problem? The problem is that, UNFORTUNATELY, there are not many participants. I, you, Nawal, Safa, Tayma', Huda, Cyrine, Arwa, Qasim ,and Ranoo.sh are almost the only members who visit this section I hope that there will be new ones.
Thanks a lot for your generous words ![]() A novel idea! Your idea inspires me of a great idea that we can collect the best stories and make our own story book called "Stories From Arterians Childhood" ![]() So dear Arterians always make your best to write the best stories ![]() I also hope the same; to see new faces here ![]() As for your story, I really could not help laughing because of your way of using the terms in the story like: "my land", 'an enemy' , "the enemy's father" attacked my house, "he asked for my head", "He jailed me in the bathroom for 4 hours" So you put us in the action ![]() ![]() By the way, I think that you are a good story teller ![]() قاسم عيسى, First of all, thanks a lot for participating. I liked your way of narrating a story, simple and short sentences. Your way of describing the place and the situation is really good. You also provide us with a tittle. It can be also "An innocent kiss with a sudden slap" ![]() I'd love to discuss the wrting style of our stories here. In the long run, we'll learn how to write a short story professionally ![]() I'll be back with a story from my childhood ![]() |
الكاتب: | Ranaa [ الاثنين ديسمبر 28, 2009 5:24 am ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
عبير, ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() No one can ignore that you are a CREATIVE member here Abeer, I love this topic very much ![]() Ala Al-Ibrahim, Really, you made me laugh a lot when I was reading your adventure story ![]() ![]() ![]() قاسم عيسى, She was slapped by her cousin ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() OK, I'll narrate a child story in my modest manner ![]() Once upon a time, when I was a child, 6 years old, I had a healthy problem with my tooth, this is the natural age to replace milk teeth ![]() ![]() ![]() After that my uncle said to me that he want to take me to the garden, to see ducks ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() thaanks alot dear, we are waiting for yours ![]() ![]() |
الكاتب: | Safa alaasi [ الاثنين ديسمبر 28, 2009 6:35 am ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
عبير, I want to thank you a lot sister for this nice , useful , and enjoying topic ![]() ![]() ![]() Ala Al-Ibrahim, What a dramatic story ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() قاسم عيسى, Your different and professional style of writing make this story very very impressive ![]() ![]() اقتباس:
oh she was a student of our class, she ran toward me that what I finally found out when she had stamped a kiss on my cheek. The kiss was followed by a slap on her cheek, but not by me, because I was in wonder that moment, the slap came from her cousin a jealous boy, or maybe he felt shame.
![]() ![]() ![]() Here Is My Story ![]() The First Day in the School Out of expectations of my family it was the first day of school for safa just like that ….. It was the first time I woke up very early in the morning , actually I couldn't sleep well at that night cause I was curious to know that mysterious place , some says that it's great and full of a lot of new and exciting things ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() New place , much of lovely kids , less of noisy adults , that means new friends , a lot of playing , and a lot of joys ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() After that my family came and got me back to home ![]() I don't think I'm that good in telling stories ![]() ![]() |
الكاتب: | قاسم عيسى [ الاثنين ديسمبر 28, 2009 10:22 pm ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
Sad snowy morning: 1994, Syria witnessed snow like Finland, in homs, the main street due to snow turned ski-street. I still remember that four-day-winter-snow, that first day of them, I woke up to see snow everywhere. As a child, it was childhood happiness to view in surprise snow. I did not know why and how, I directly got the roof of the tower we once lived. The tower was of seven levels and the roof counted the eighth. I found three of our neighbors' children who were my friends with different ages. Two boys and one girl. We started to make snowballs and fight each others, oh I had a full snow-kits. My uncle gifted me from Germany, so I felt no coldness. I had nice moments in fights, oh laughing and shootings balls, how happy we were! Suddenly we got idea, to make wars on the passer by on the street which was rarely occupied, because morning and snow-covered homs, the result is disabled-like city or curfew. And the war began on cars which passed. Oh a bad-luck man in his 40s, he rode a bicycle, putting (baqdones) on the front basket he was riding slowly and silently before the balls start to fall like rain from all sides, yeah because we already made more than 20 or 30 balls for shooting people. And as followed, I really still viewing the image like it is today snow-war. Me shooting was left, the old man went right, other child was shooting right, the old man is lefting, other child raining snowballs infornt, until the man fallen on the street, which was half-frozen, and the (Baqdones) spread around him like green blood. All of us shocked, as if we never expect such conclusion. For all children, same what Ala Ibrahim did, fled to his house, all the children within me fled away. I was sad, I never knew what happened to this man, maybe he was really hurt that morning. In the judgment day, I will say sorry to him, because already I will not be judged, I was only ten, far away from 18. |
الكاتب: | Lina [ الثلاثاء ديسمبر 29, 2009 2:13 am ] |
عنوان المشاركة: | Stories From Our Childhood |
I didn't know there's a funny topic here ok I have a story and of course,no wonder it's with an animal ![]() our neighbours used to have a dog..Actually it was a very old dog ![]() ![]() ![]() every time I saw it sleeping I came near its ears ............and...........clapping my hands loudly ![]() you can imagine its situation ![]() I once told my friend that it's a nice dog and she can sit on it ![]() the dog was sleeping as usual(or maybe dead) ![]() so,I encouraged her to sit on it and she walked to it .........and..........once she sat...the dog woke up angrily(I don't know why) ![]() ![]() ![]() and I laughed at them both..again evil Lina ![]() عبير, very nice topic 3aboura ![]() ![]() |
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