Moniem's English Journal

Panting hard, I vaulted over the electric wired fence from the platform below, I scrambled to feet shouting No Stop! Don’t Do It, but I was too slow. Everything to my left and my right began to explode, the metal walls began creaking so I ran faster towards the rigid metallic doors. As I smashed through, “ So, we finally meet, “ he welcomed me with, ” That’s such a cliche…” I muttered under my breath “…  Who are you anyway?!? ” He laughed sinisterly. I had seen these types of scenes in films, so I knew what to expect next, but this guy was seriously getting on my nerves “ Oh My Goodness you’re annoying…” “ Uh Uh Uh, we don’t want to be using that type of language now do we? ” He interrupted me with his resonant voice . I quickly searched the room grabbing the closest weapon to me,  -the voice came from the northeast corner of the room-  after throwing it I Ticed Taced onto a ledge, somehow I knew where to find Him as if there was a shiver down my spine. Out of nowhere He appeared, I stopped, He lifted His Duffer hoodie and I couldn’t believe what I saw, He was Me.

************

Phew!That was a close oneeee, it was a hard fall I thought to myself, No no no no why now? Can’t get up, I was so close, goddamn it,  I sobbed to myself as I prepared for what was coming. They were within hearing distance, passed a couple trees down and to the left, there were a lot of trees here but this one had to hit me, I could see just how close the grass plane was to me. “Emmanuel where are you?” 

“ Shut up fatty, it’s not like he’s gonna reply,” Sam hissed,

“ Yeah, fatty, shut up,” Franc repeated. I began to plan my great escape, then a twig snapped damn those cliches I thought “ Holy …“ ” He’s there! ” They had found me so in an effort to get up I picked up a stick and limped before my legs gave up on me. They finally caught up to me, I managed to take a couple punches and managed to give a couple in return however I was outnumbered with a temporary limp so I retired. Sam shoved me against the wall “ Why?! Why?! “ 

I used to write letters, I used to sign my name.

It implies that the emotion is desperation.  The reason why is that the artist used to write letters to someone that they obviously loved, or loves and that the person clearly either didn’t love back or did not know whom the letter was from. Thus they are signning their names on the letter to be desperately acknowledged.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, it was a slide door,  so the sound was loud and metallic. The corridor flashed. I headed towards the kitchen, passed the lift; it had always been unilluminated, however, light enough to show the Lift sign. In the kitchen the

Ping!

“For God’s sake man! Another goddamn email.” He wasn’t in the mood to receive mail, whether electronically or physically he was just not in the right mood to be given anything really.

Ping!

” F…” As he trapped the F phonetically, another email came through. Right now Ladis was seriously not in the right mood. He just stomped aggressively up the flight of stairs after having an argument with his Aunt, his wished his mom was with him right this moment, but she wasn’t. At that moment he planned on running away from home, however Ladis  was clever enough  to know that is was never ever gonna work out in the end. He eventually checked his hated email and saw that is was an anonymous message for him, this out of all things surprised him. He himself was anonymous, he always wanted to tell everyone the truth from a young age, he couldn’t, everyone would rage, everyone would cry out for desperate help, everyone can’t handle it he occasionally thought this, it’s what kept him going in life and still is. The message said Hi, it was him. Him,who came to Ladis a couple months earlier saying that He was a spy,sent by the government to keep an eye out for Ladis.

They had only ever met a few times, Ladis would often describe him as scaley yet hard-backed, slow but agile, and wise. To Ladis it was as if the woman was Obi-wan kenobi and he was a Jedi, but with no training. He been told by her to call her him as Ladis wouldn’t turn out so crazy as people would think. Disobeying his aunts orders of being grounded,he unlocked the window then somersaulted out of it gracefully landing of the trampoline below, he jogged on in his nike trainers towards the tree house, after reaching the top he vaulted out the window onto the fresh-cut grass below. He was still vexed with Aunt Jay and pedaled furiously down the empty lane. As he rode he managed to calm down, now slowly riding and drifting he was attracted to his rendezvous point with his ‘team’ – as they call it nowadays.

Jon was fast asleep, he was dreaming about his son’s favourite show, Shaun the Sheep. His 11 year-old son was a way on a field trip with the school, they had planned to go to the Pyrimads in Egypt, somehow hr managed to let him go.

In Jon’s dream he pictured his son on top of the Pyrimad’s standing there, galsing at Egypt’s gleaming night sky. He also imagined a torch panning around his son; just as in Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.

****

In a parallel dimension, a fish named Brad and a Beetle called Edward met on a plane. Brad had somehow met Edward several times after the beetle’s underground, semidetached house was bellowed.

Task 2

Jon had woken up from a strange dream, he voice was hoarse with screaming. His agent, Gabby, came sprinting in “Jon! What happened?!? Why you screaming?!?”

“I couldn’t go in. It was locked.” His voice was in a panic state. “I had to run…” He suddenly, dropped hard into the bed, Gabby was very relieved, she hit the light and went back to sleep.

Jon has problems, a lot of problems. One of his problems was sleepwalking, he didn’t think he was sleepwalking, he actually thought he was sleep teleporting because, when he’d wake up he would find himself in an underground arena, a place where you couldn’t talk about it anywhere else, yet everyone knew about this. This place is Fight Club.

So, there’s this new girl coming to England, and I have to bring her home. What a drag. Mum said that she’s American, somehow my mother’s never told me this vital fact, but still I have to go to the airport to collect her. To be honest I don’t mind, if she’s pretty I don’t mind. I got to the airport heavily guarded by the army, semiautomatic guns inside, automatic assault rifles outside and tactically placed snipers on the roof.