kimiko et wapi a écrit :sinon pourquoi une telle volonté de vouloir nomé son katana ?
Je ne sais pas trop, je crois que c'est parce que le monde (i.e. l'environnement de l5a) me plait beaucoup et que j'aimerais connaître énormément de choses sur ce dernier. C'est vrai que ça parait un peu obsessionnel de s'acharner à vouloir nommer son katana
. Mais j'aimerais au moins connaître son nom, s'il en a un, ou au moins savoir qu'il n'en a pas. C'est uniquement pour m'investir, en l'occurence c'est peut-être un détail, mais si on ne s'intéresse pas aux détails de l'environnement, je ne vois pas l'intérêt de faire du JDR, le 421 suffit, si c'est seulement pour le plaisir de lancer des dés. Pour l'instant, le katana, c'est la première question qui me soit venue,mais il y en aura d'autres...
A part ça, je met deux MICRO-histoires (ça prend 2 secondes à lire... en fait, les plus longues, elles sont manuscrites et puis je suis un peu feignante sur les bords
). Après je vous laisserais tranquille avec ça!
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ﻂﻅ ﺴﺲﺰﺱ ﺝﺚﺣﺞ ﺩﻸﻯ
or
How and why I started English?
SHHHHHHHHH, SHHHHHHHHHH, this rubbing roused me from my torpor which was during for thousands of years. What a surprise when I saw them for the first time and said: “
ﺻﺼﺽ ﺿﻂﻅﺴ ﺲﺰﺱﺝﺚﺣﺞ ﺩﻸﻯﻬ ﺏﮓﮏ كظ۴ ﻁﺻﺡﺣﺼ .’’ They looked at me with their drawn eyes. Little men with strange loincloths and exuberant sandals: what was NIKE? I found the king, when I was pointing at his crown he said: “It’s a cap!” Cap is the first word I heard in English.
Later I understand my new master was not a king: he was Billy, a little boy of Birmingham (somewhere among the British). My knowing of the language grew but Billy believed that the only words I understood were “Give me my bag! Give me money! Etc.” However that awful boy was not silly and he kept the sentence “Jinn, I would like…” for his real wishes. After one pony and one moped, it just remained one real wish. I began my revenge: “If you think about it, you can have an unlimited numbers of wishes…”
–“Jinn, make me the most powerful genie of the universe!”
As you wish. In a sudden WOUUUUFFFFF, he was the new prisoner of the lamp.
Thanks Billy, you delivered me of my gilded jail and thanks to your help I learned English.
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Wrong place
I was in a big queue. I thought millions of people were between me and this filthy wicket. I was furious at wasting my time waiting for that silly doorkeeper and his inane smile. I had a mission to realised. I was the messenger of Hell and I had to spread gloom and terror throughout the world.
I could not remember the reason of my presence in this strange place. I had a feeling that I was at work a few minutes ago. My so ordinary work! God himself could not imagine who I was really. That so cute old man who shouted out the hotchpotch of foolish beliefs that was Christianity… God, I felt sorry for you! How could you guess that a generous woman, who worked at the St Catherine Hospital, was a child of gloom? How irony!
A horrible Ding-Dong wandered me from my reverie. Big gilt doors, soothing melody, agreeable perfume of camellias…
“Suzan Wilkes: brilliant doctor who have saved numerous children; dead the 1st of April 1999 when a car ran over her just after she left St Catherine Hospital.”
DEAD!!! This man is crazy. Satan, help your child: I have so killed for you!
“Suzan Wilkes, I’m St Peter. Welcome to Paradise. Have you anything to declare?”
That was the moment when I realised I was in the wrong place.
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NB: OK, vive Aladdin de Disney... et si y'a des carrés, c'est parce que normalement, c'est de l'hébreu (enfin je crois que j'avais piocher ça dans hébreu...
)