my crazy, crazy world..

[saganou]

hier is een verhaaltje dat ik voor een boekverslag had gemaakt, naar aanleiding van het (overigens waanzinnig grappige) boek Catch 22 van Joseph Heller. en ja, jammer voor de ongeletterden onder ons, het is in het engels...

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Josh sat at the table, waiting for Daisy to call him from out of the kitchen and demand he would come sit at the table. Daisy was in the kitchen, waiting for Josh to leave so she could call him and demand he would come sit at the table. Sarah, who also momentarily sat at the table waited too, just because she simply couldn’t think of anything else to do.
‘...’
‘What?’ Josh replied.
‘What?’ Sarah asked with little interest, for she was far too busy waiting.
‘You tell me. You’re the one who has been trying to kill me all along.’ Josh felt an upcoming urge to rush to his room so Daisy would call him and he wouldn’t have to wait any longer, but quickly dismissed the idea because he didn’t like Daisy calling him.
‘Look,’ Sarah said. ‘If you’re still worried about the time I said I wanted to kill you –‘
‘You had a frickin’ knife pinned to my throat!’
‘Well, yeah, but that’s beside the point.’
‘How can it be beside the point?! You had a knife to my throat and calmly, way too calmly, said you wanted to, well, like.. KILL ME?!’
‘I only did it because you were annoying, if that makes you feel any better. Besides, the doctor said I’m perfectly fine now.’
‘Ha, yeah. How can you be using knives, and – let’s not forget that! – my comic books for god’s sake, for the sole purpose of killing me and be miraculously cured the afterday?!’
‘Josh.’ Dad’s head came out of the chair he had merged with two days ago, ‘Your sister is declared fine. No discussion.’
‘Sure.’ Josh grumbled and put the knife he had been holding in his hand in case Sarah would try it again down. Trying to get his mind on something else, he looked around. After noticing he had made a full 360 degrees circle he concluded there was nothing to really look around for. Eventually bored with the idea that his own house was apparently boring, he decided to look to the ceiling. He already had done that a few times, and always found it quite appeasing. It made him feel, well, like he was looking at a ceiling. Plus there was no doubt other members of the group that people told him to be his family would inevitably ask him what the hell he think he’s doing.
‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ Sarah asked.
‘Looking at the ceiling.’ Josh answered, ‘I think the ceiling has become bigger. Or even, getting bigger, perhaps.’
‘You’re annoying me.’ Sarah said with a calm, low voice.
He fell of his chair. And hard. Hard in like very very hard, as if someone launched a heavy-weight piano from a rocket-launcher while aiming it at his head. For a moment he thought his skull would break or would just give in and let his brains take the damage and break.
‘Don’t do that!’ he yelled. The knife he managed to put down suddenly found his way back into his hands. ‘Stay away from me, you demon!’ and tried to position the knife in a heroic cross-like figure but then realised that would be kind of hard to achieve.
‘Is that supposed to be a cross?’ Sarah asked, giggling.
He stared at his knife. ‘No’ he lied, and quickly threw the knife across the room, knowing that if it really was his destiny to use that very knife, who had even been in the possession of his grandfather, the knife would find its way back to him again. If not, he would just grab another one. His grandfather had forged tons of knives, who all lavishly lived in this house.
Feeling he could stand the presence of his family no more he left the table and went to his room. Taking into account Daisy would probably be hooked on to the TV right now, he thought it would need her at least 5 minutes to realise Josh had gone up to his room so she could finally call him. Happy with the prospect of having 5 minutes quality time with himself, he decided to, for he already had been looking to the ceiling, to contemplate. For no one he knew ever felt bored enough to take the time out and explain the word to him, he didn’t really knew what it meant. He did knew, however, that Dad always used to say the word, when he would try to retreat to his warm and comfortable chair, and just sit there, all mumbling about the supposed ‘good-old-times’. Josh, proud to be already 17 years old, therefore decided he would also retreat to a warm and comfortable place, then mock about his childhood and furiously exclaim how bad the world had become.
Finally crumbled up in the laundry machine and covered in blankets, he officially started to contemplate. O the rude little children of these days. O behold the apocalyptic future we’re blindly rushing towards to. O beware of the new and highly advanced and probably super-violent version of Duke Nukem 3D, where the ‘kids’ (even saying it already made him feel superior) of tomorrow would play with.
Although he liked the idea of romanticizing the past, after doing it a while he found out that he liked just criticizing the present even more. Delighted with the idea he had made a great self-discovery, he fully grasped this aspect of modern-day philosophy and started to try and find whatever could be wrong. He concluded that people are just bored way too easily on one hand, and get stressed way too fast on the other hand. Apparently this ambiguity leads to chaos, like a electric fan which has only two modes; one is too fast and the other is too slow. That way the human species is doomed to literally wobble between two kinds of chaos. Wow.
He was still very busy with mentally writing down his newly-found philosophy he thought to be quite amazing, until he vaguely heard Daisy calling through the door of the laundry machine. Wanting to disappoint Daisy by actually being almost on time, he rushed out of the machine and down towards the living room.
‘Ah, there you are, darling. I thought you’d never come. Why do you always come this late? What did I do wrong to make you want to punish me this way? I’ve said it before and I say it now, you disappoint me, Josh. You disappoint me.’ Daisy said with a voice that was obviously not her own.
‘Thanks mom,’ Josh said and run around her and quickly sat at his chair. ‘Luv ya, too mom.’ He added, leaving Daisy shaking her head and starting to get Dad out of his chair.
‘Sarah, darling, could you please lay the table for me, could you?’ she asked.
As if been struck by lightning Sarah rose firmly and put a knife against her throat. ‘Why do I always gotta do that stuff! I’m the ONLY ONE who does something around here. I’m FED up with it, you hear me. I’m FED, UP with it, okay!?’ she yelled, maintaining a good grip on the knife in case Josh would try to steal it from her for his own dark purposes.
Dad, who now separated his body from the chair, annoyed as he was, said ‘Sarah, stop that. Just lay the table.’
‘I HAVE A KNIFE TO MY THROAT! CAN’T YOU SEE THAT!’ Sarah screamed back at him.
‘As if I would miss such a obvious detail,’ Dad replied, ‘but that’s competely beside the point. I don’t care whether you have a knife or not put to your throat. You are declared fíne so you better behave like it. No discussion.’
Sarah was stunned, at least for 3 whole seconds. Then she continued. ‘I HAVE A KNIFE TO MY THROAT, YOU HEAR ME!!! I have a knife to my throat, and if you dont give me what I want, RIGHT NOW, I’M GONNA – ‘ she yelled but was abruptly interrupted by Dad.
‘Like I said, I don’t care. Now lay the table.’
‘I GOT A –‘
‘Lay the table.’ Dad said, who had now made it to his table chair.
‘ookay..’ Sarah finally uttered. ‘I will.’
Josh knew. He just knèw he was right. The whole world was completely and enormously crazy. That was for sure.

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PS als iemand weet hoe ik tabs in zon berichtje kan zetten, pleaz leg het me uit want volgens mij lijkt het verhaal nu slechts een grote klodder woordpoep.

[Type]

Probeer enters...

(ik ga nog lezen trouwens)

[Millroy]

hier is een verhaaltje dat ik voor een boekverslag had gemaakt, naar aanleiding van het (overigens waanzinnig grappige) boek Catch 22 van Joseph Heller. en ja, jammer voor de ongeletterden onder ons, het is in het engels...

Helaas pindakaas, in je verhaal staan er nogal wat taalfouten.
In het engels dan nog. Dingen als "towards to" en " a obvious" zijn doorn in het oog.
Het is een goed verhaal, maar sommige zinnen zijn te onoverzichtelijk, zelfs naar Engelse normen (vooral die ene met die piano en rocketlauncher.)

[Astuanax]

Leuk geschreven! Spreek je thuis engels of heb je het op school geleerd?