Social Media in English

Tiny Texts

 A tourist from Taiwan had to be rescued after falling off a pier in Melbourne, Australia because she was checking her Facebook page.  The woman, who couldn’t swim, was taken to hospital for a check-up but was unhurt.  Incredibly, she didn’t even lose her phone: she kept hold of it throughout the ordeal.  According to research, accidents like these are on the rise.  The age group most at risk for cell-phone related injuries while walking is adults under 30.  Other incidents include walking in front of moving traffic and falling off bridges.  The senior police Constable in Melbourne warned people to pay more attention when using social media around water.

Do you ever check Facebook while walking?

Listen below

Read by Tina (Australian accent).

Study the words

Rescued– saved
Pier– wooden structure leading to the sea, where boats are secured.
Check-up– medical examination
Unhurt

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Flash Fiction… Or maybe just a piece of it…

Arden Ruth

Maggie

The drive, excruciatingly slower than usual, continues to set me on edge. I weave the car between the abandoned vehicles on the highway as we all stare out into the woods. It’s daylight. We don’t have to worry about them but you can’t trust other humans nowadays either. Some will kill you over a bag of chips. There are no laws in this new world.

It takes three hours to get to the run-down Kroger on the edge of town. We all know how important this is. If we don’t find supplies soon, we’ll be starving in just a few weeks. Hunting has become more difficult. The deer and rabbit population has dwindled down to nothing. The idea of moving on to a new town is a difficult one to stomach. We’ve lost so many already. A move could mean death to us all.

I turn in my seat to stare at…

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Paul’s Short Story

Here’s my attempt at a short story – hope it’s not too scary!

A Devilish Death
By
Paul Rafferty

Copyright 2014

Creaking his way along the dusty floorboards, Charlie, trembling with fear gasped as
the axe fell downward just a few feet from his piercing gaze. Embedded upon the
bloodied edge was none other than Gus Langer, the town’s leading neurologist. His
usual pink head and rosy cheeks no longer recognisable as they now resembled a river
of crimson wine.
The skull itself was virtually severed into two equal parts. His lower
torso had been stripped bare of flesh as if ravaged by a swarm of tropical piranhas on
a day trip to Florida’s east coast.

The body crashing to the floor created even more lung filling dust, causing Charlie to
have an uncontrollable coughing fit and finally retching violently, vomited upon the
lifeless naked corpse.
It was at that moment that he heard it, ‘the voice’, a loud
grumbling sound not unlike the announcer at Paddington train station, but this was no
passenger terminus – this was the ‘big house’ of Trots Gray.

“Who are you?” Cried Charlie, picking up the discarded weapon in a vain attempt to
protect himself.

Fortune is said to favour the brave, only on this occasion Charlie was clearly out of
his depth. The blackened spike appeared just once, unlike the grey foggy images ever
present in the ‘big house’.
Charlie felt a shiver down his spine as the “whoosh” of the crimson implement fell in the centre of the of the blonde-haired woman’s decapitated fragile frame.

A single drop of sweat splashed from Charlie’s forehead, landing amidst the cobwebs
and wooden strips which supported the leather-strapped slippers protecting the hairy
exterior of his milky white flesh.
Charlie struggled to control his emotions, his face
reddened by the constant belching and throwing up at the sight of human entrails, the
lump in his throat almost choking him as he screamed aloud.

“‘Who the hell are you?”

SILENCE

Charlie’s limbs became stiff and rigid as a feeling of great pain slowly began to take
hold over his nervous system. All that he could remember was the buzzing of
electricity and the tingling sensation that numbed his entire being. Looking upward
came the sight that Charlie had always feared – the room slowly filling with rabid
bats!

Again Charlie cried!

“Oh my God… Dracula, it’s you!”

The ghostly image emerged swiftly along the filth strewn flooring making its way
towards the pathetic shape of Charles Conroy. With an assumption of anger, Charlie
acted like lightening and quickly grabbed the spike, spinning around as he did so, only
to discover that the white fanged demon had vanished.

“Where are you!” Demanded Charlie.

Turning around, Charlie glanced across the room to where the rumbling sound was
now evident along with the acrid aromatic odour of burning human flesh. A six foot
priest wearing long black robes began laughing aloud:

“Ha, ha, ha. Now it’s your turn!”

“Get away from me or I swear I’ll kill you!” Ranted Conroy.

“Oh not again!” Came the devil’s response.

At that moment a bat swooped down low and tore a small piece of bloodied skin from
Charlie’s left ear.

“Arrgh! Get away! Get away!

The sound of pain echoed the chamber in which Charlie
had now found himself.

Charlie flung the rusty weapon at the low flying vulture as it slowly began to take the
form of a female vampire. Her hair short and fair, rather than the stereotypical long
and dark of fabled legend.
The pure white naked temptress invited Conroy to her side by offering her hand, her silky robe having already been discarded to the scurrying rats that plagued the ground beneath her. A mesmerised Charles ventured closer and closer – then it happened…

The officer speaking in a low voice questioned his colleague.

“Do you think he did it himself?”

“Well, Dr Langer did perform the operation on his girlfriend.” Answered the fellow
officer.

“She died, didn’t she?”

“Maybe Langer killed her because of the affair.”

“What do you mean?” Questioned the guard.

“Well, if she was going to tell Charlie, then the neurologist would have been exposed
to the truth.”

“What is the truth?” Enquired the jailer.

“Who knows, who knows?”

The sound of the 09:27 from Paddington entered the mind of Charles Conroy. He
began bellowing times and destinations again and again like a depraved lunatic.

“9:27 to Trots Gray has just left Paddinglon. All devils leave the big house now!”
“I didn’t kill her!”
“10:15 to Florida come and get me!”
“I am not the one!” “’5:32 to Margate – ten minutes late.”
“Leave me alone!”
“Get away from me!” Charlie’s rarnblings becoming louder and louder with every foaming chant.

The guard placed the leather strap tightly around Conroy’s right arm and then the left.
Charlie’s head jerked sharply back with a resonating crunch that seemed to reflect
from wall to wall. His neck suffered a clean break as the first wave of three 10,000
volts entered his huge mass of blood and bone.

Charlie Conroy was executed at 06:00 on Sunday morning.

The guard smiled … revealing two large white fangs.

End

TEFL

Reading: Source Wikipedia
TEFL, that uses literature aimed at children and teenagers, is rising in popularity. Youth-oriented literature offers simpler material (“simplified readers” are produced by major publishers), and often provides a more conversational style than literature for adults. Children’s literature in particular sometimes provides subtle cues to pronunciation, through rhyming and other word play. One method for using these books is the multiple-pass technique. The instructor reads the book, pausing often to explain certain words and concepts. On the second pass, the instructor reads the book completely through without stopping.