OPOWIEŚCI Z KRYPTY - częś&#26

Zainspirowany opowieścią Łukasza postanowiłem po raz pierwszy opublikować "short story" stworzone przez pewne grono studentów III FA na pewnym wykładzie...
Dokonałem jedynie kilku poprawek edytorskich, dodając lub eliminując pewne słowa, wstawiając przecinki , dodając "inverted commas" itp.
Opowiadanie szczególnie adresuje do studentów I i II roku FA.

HE / HIM - objęte cenzurą. Moderatorzy zrozumieją. I i II rok doświadczy na własnej skórze o kim mowa.
ENJOY IT.

It was a sunny summer day. As usual the sky was blood-red. It started to rain and you could have the impression of tiny drops of blood falling from the sky. We all knew HE was the one to be blamed for this. HE stood in front of us still, his eyes drilling through our souls. Suddenly he took out a big, shiny gun and pointed it at Łukasz. Having aimed at him, with boiling fierceness in his cold eyes he said: Youre not the boos of me! Teardrops appeared in his eyes. Quaking with fear he dropped the gun and started to blubber like a baby. Despite that his students werent heartless and offered him a smelly (it must have been strawberry ) tissue. Soon, it turned out , that it was not the smell of reddish strawberries, but that of a poison. Strangely enough he seemed to enjoy it In a sudden rush of emotion HE consumed the tissue, satisfying his desire. He was consuming and consuming like had never consumed before. When he finally finished consuming the tissue, he ceased to exist and then his students noticed something eerie. The door opened and another disaster appeared: Mr. Zalewski!!! Not again screamed someone. But Zalewski wasnt alone, he brought along his brave soldier- Zuza. She, known as a fearless and law-abiding militant, spat the green saliva on the floor. Simmering with rage, she said: You fucking bastard! Dont you know the rules? NO EATING IN THE CLASSROOM!!! Then she took her long shoe off her foot ( size 56 ) and started to batter Sławek ( who has apparently pleaded in demise ).
- W angielskich kolidżach nikt się tak nie zachowuje exclaimed Mr. Zalewski. And that was his last utterance he dropped dead like an electrocuted squirrel. He died of joy joy that kills. Yes, joy in a shape of the bullet fired by HIM. It was all planned. By WHOM, you may ask The answer is obvious. CHUDY! Even if he isnt present hes always watching us. Wait a minute you never really whether hes present or not. Chameleon! Well, that sucks even more, cuz you need to watch you steps AT ALL TIMES, and expect the unexpected.

Oczywiście chodzi o : OPOWIEŚCI Z KRYPTY - CZEŚC 2.

true story