Hi,
there is a competition you can take part in.All you have to do is
finish the story below, adding no more than 300 words. Give it a title
too. Just one more thing: because the theme of the International Year
of Youth relates to dialog and understanding across cultures,
generations, borders, etc., we want you to include one thing about
your culture in your story. It could be a song, a tradition, a piece
of clothing, a verse from a poem...it's up to you. So, what are you
waiting for? Start storytelling!
Of course you will be given a note from English and I'll send the
stroies for a competition;-) If you are interested please send your
work to me until the 30th of September together with your photo ;-)
The Story
It was a boring summer day. His father was outside in the baking heat,
working on their meager vegetable plants. His mother was cooking and
his sister was scrubbing the kitchen floor. He knew he should go help
his father, but right now all he could think about was getting an
ice-cream from the village market. He still had some money left over
from the birthday money his grandfather had given him--just enough to
buy one for himself and one for his father (to make up for escaping
work). "I'll just run and get them," he decided, "and then I'll help
him with whatever he's doing." He set off down the path, pretending
not to hear when his sister called after him to ask where he was
going. He had only walked for few minutes when he suddenly felt a tap
on his arm. Turning, he saw a very old, bent man, peering up at him
with watery eyes. In a tone of great urgency, the man said, "____
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