sözlük yazarlarından ingilizce yazı denemeleri

writing ve reading alıştırma duvarı. müsait oldukça bir konu belirleyeceğim ve o konu hakkında ingilizce bir şeyler karalayacağım. uzman olmadığım için muhakkak hatalarım vardır, bazıları çok da komik olabilir. aynı şekilde yazacak olan herkeste de durum benzerdir. ancak hem hayal gücümüz canlı kalacak hem de ingilizce yazma ve okuma kabiliyetimiz başlık sayesinde sürekli gelişecek. konuları genelde bu siteden seçeceğim ;

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writer : biroteki
grade: from a2,5 to b1
issue: a day in the rainforest


ı went to rainforest last year. it was an incredible experience. but it did not rain, when i was there. weather was sunny and very hot. we took off our clothes. we weared big hat. and we followed our guide. she was experienced and she knew what do or what dont. sometimes, our trip was danger. we could lose each other. the animals could atack us or we could hurt ourself.
but also the travel was funny. because our guide was funny. whatever, we lived a never forget experience.

i went to dentist last day. it was incredible experience. but it didn't hurt when ı was there. wheatear was cloudy and dark but not cold. i sit to the dentist chair and opened my mouth. and left myself to dentist. she was experienced and she knew what she would do or not. sometimes treatment was dangerous we could lose our luck and treat would fall. it would end with unsuccessful.
but it was also funny because of anesthesia. at least i am healthy now.

what is the matter with you?

i run each make is the your..

tom waits but i don't. if you wanna ride horse, don't ride white horse.

no i doesnt

“the sky, my eyes look up to. the sky, beyond whom lies an infinite universe. the sky, who does not differentiate who takes all under its umbrella. the sky, who hosts many different colors. the sky, who shines with a yellow light at dawn, white in the morning, blue at noon, red when the sun goes down, black at night. the sky, who becomes a canvas when the rainbow appears like a painter’s brush stroke. mighty sky, the infinite one. oh, how ı am enslaved under the hope you give me.”

the days pass one after another, ı am a free person, ı must be at least. yet it doesn’t feel like it. ı wake up at the same time of day, everyday. ı feel the breeze of the morning wind, the heater had stopped working like it does every morning. ı just want to cuddle my comforter for a sliver of comfort, yet ı have to get up, fix the heater and then put on my clothes as ı shiver. ı put on my mask, ı hold my breath and then release it, feel the warmth waving through my whole face. ı wear my coat, take a cigarette from its pocket put it between my lips, light it up, watch the smoke dancing through the air then disappear then disappear like the smoke myself, just feel the tethers rupture and not feel anxious for brief two minutes. ı then take my bag and head out, walk for eight minutes to the bus stop, take the bus for five minutes to the city centre, go down the stairs to the underground which oddly feels like home, take the thirty minute ride to my collage, then take another bus for fifteen seconds and ı’m at the campus. the sky above is white and as above so below. ı hang out a bit, act happy then my battery dies so ı use my phone’s. ı get back home, take off my clothes, throw them on the couch get in my bed, sleep for few hours, rinse and repeat.

everyday, ı do the same stuff. the same stuff ı didn’t choose, yet ı claim to be free. truth be told my faith in that slowly fades away. all ı can think about is death and how serene it must be for those who are gone. after all, not even the richest of the kings had the peace of a sleep without the weight of dreams.
ı was never included in games when ı was child, ı was… well a bit “different”. ı was not able to understand them anyway, all they could do was look and glare. ı tought they would grow out of it with enough time, needless to say ı was wrong. people around me should be adults now, they haven’t changed a bit. the games changed, the fact that ı was a slow runner changed into the fact that ı was ugly or gloomy or weird. the way they justified themselves stayed the same though, they said “well, if he wanted to be included, he could at least try to be less silent.”, like that’s something ı choose. ı don’t know what they expect, do they expect for me to open my mouth and form sentences so great that ı can change the view they formed of me without even knowing me? ı don’t want to come across all narcissistic, to be completely honest ı love people, ı love the world. what ı don’t like is myself and how ı don’t fit in with the good things ı see. what ı don’t like is that everyone except me seems to have things already figured out. ı feel broken, long gone, cast away forever into the darkness, never to be found.

as everynight, these toughts keep me occupied. yet ı feel a warm relief as sleep slowly closes my eyes. ı just stop fighting and give in to the night. with my eyelashes falling over my eyes ı am gone, gone from this world at least for a while.
ı wake up, ı feel a warm wind carressing my cheeks. ı open my eyes, ı see a warm shade of blue, ı see the sky. ı sit up, ı stop for a while to question where ı am. ı am in the middle of nowhere it seems, ı feel fear but more than that curiousity. ı explore for a while and there is no sign of life anywhere, nothing, not even bugs it seems. there is just trees, bushes, grass, sky and me. ı should be scared for my life ı think to myself yet ı feel comforted by the wind. ı feel it calling me to somewhere, so ı follow it. ı come in front of a great oak tree, it’s hollow, it almost seems like it has an door, so ı go in. there is a stairway made of stones, and it leads to complete darkness. ı wonder where it leads so ı go down the steps, each step gets colder and colder. ı hear my steps echo like a shaman’s drum. ı finally come to an exit, ı see the light shining and there’s not even a single dust in the air. ı go out and it’s another forest, this doesn’t make sense ı think to myself yet step outside. there’s a small lake right in front of me, it calls me to itself, says “take a sip for you must be tired”. ı do as ı’m told. ıt’s fresh, fresher than any water ı’ve ever drank. ı bend down for another sip, yet ı am stunned by the reflection ı see, it’s a huge bear right behind me. ıt’s standing straight with his arms in the air yet ı don’t feel threatened, somehow ı feel supported. ı turn my back and hug the bear, it slowly put’s his head on my shoulder, and leans onto me. ı am somehow able to stand straight, ı feel strong maybe fort he first time in my life. bear keeps me company untill ı decide to sit benath a tree, bear then puts its head on my knees and ı pet his hardened fur. a mighty shade takes over the whole forest after a while, ı look up and see it’s a huge black bird, larger than any ı saw. ıt comes directly towards me, and ı feel the shiver all over my body. ıt lifts me up with only one claw to the sky, then flies straight to the ground. we go down beneath the earth. there is a hole that gets engulfed by darkness. bird throws me into the hole and ı fall as my eyes get slowly adapted to my surroundings. ı soon hit the ground. right in front of me stands a boy, so skinny that you can count his bones, his skin barely holding on to his body and he’s completely black with only his eyes shining bright. he doesn’t have any sign of emotion yet you can feel his sorrow.

"anarchy is freedom, even of the rulers. it will be the end of our endeavour, and shall be the terminus a quo of the bright future." — prieneus

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