English Short Stories For Intermediate Learners: 8 Unconventional Short Stories to Grow Your Vocabulary and Learn English the Fun Way!
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Select one answer for each question 11. Professor Bidwell was hiding: a. on an island near Europe b. on a boat c. in a mountain cabin d. on an island in the Pacific Ocean 12. Was Bidwell working for Zafer? a. Yes, they blew up the hospital together b. Yes, but Bidwell did not help blow up the hospital c. It is not clear d. No 13. Thom left Bidwell alone because: a. Bidwell could not help him b. Bidwell pointed a gun at him c. Bidwell tried to poison him d. Bidwell wanted to help him 14. What did Titan 2035 think about time travel? a. It is impossible b. It has been done before c. It is possible with a black hole d. It is simple 15. Why did Thom change his mind about time travel? a. He was afraid to change the past b. He was afraid to change the future c. He wanted to make everyone else like him d. He died Answers to Chapter 3 11. d 12. b 13. a 14. d 15. c 5. The Town of Skull Tooth Chapter 1 The Old West was famous for its bloody history. Deadwood, South Dakota; San Antonio, Texas; Tombstone, Arizona…there were many dangerous, lawless towns. In some cases, the town sheriff was the most powerful person. He maintained law and order. But, not every town had a sheriff. Skull Tooth, Oklahoma, for example! Skull Tooth had no sheriff, no laws, and no rules. It was not civilized at all. Everyone did what they wanted. Gambling, fighting, drinking, and other vices took place all day and all night, seven days a week. Most days, somebody was murdered before breakfast. Or during breakfast! Yet the town continued to grow every year. And every year, a new criminal would arrive and try to take control. They would try to become the boss of Skull Tooth, the boss of everyone who lived there. To control the crime, you had to be tougher than the other criminals. To make money, you had to want it more than the others. That is why the bosses never lived long. They were always killed and replaced! Until one late autumn day, Erkek Tex came to town. The people who lived there, the citizens of Skull Tooth, knew he was bad news. They could tell when he rode his horse into town. His horse was pale, whiter than a sheet. His face was tough like leather, his skin tanned from the sun. Under his nose was a giant black moustache. The moustache dropped down past his lips. His eyebrows were as bushy as his moustache. “Where do you think that man came from?” a store owner asked his friend. His friend owned the bar across the street. The bar was named The Windy Plains Saloon. “He is not from around here,” said the bar owner. “He looks like a foreigner.” “Well Marty, what country do you think he’s from?” Marty raised his hands. He didn’t know. The store owner looked at Erkek Tex. Tex was tying his white horse to a post. The sun was setting and the wind had turned cold. Tex took out a small container. He took some tobacco from it and rolled a cigarette. He bent his head to light the cigarette. His large brown cowboy hat covered his eyes. When he looked back up, Tex was looking at Marty, the bar owner. “Who is watching your bar, if you are sitting over there?” he asked. His accent was very thick, he sounded like he was from the Middle East. He would never tell anyone in town, but his family had emigrated from the Ottoman Empire. In fact, his nickname, “Erkek,” meant “man” in Turkish. “I try to stay outside,” Marty said. “In my bar, customers take what they want, and they pay what they want. Otherwise, there is trouble.” “What do you mean, ‘trouble?’” “I mean, they have shot the last three owners of The Windy Plains Saloon.” “Go back to your bar,” Erkek Tex said. “I am going inside. And I don’t like to pour my own drinks.” The bar owner looked at Tex. Tex was not a large man, but he wasn’t too small. He had some muscles, but his body was lean. There were guns on both of his hips. “Stranger,” Marty said, “I will go over there, but don’t start shooting people. I don’t want any trouble.” “I don’t want any trouble either,” Tex said. “That is why there will not be any.” The bar owner who was also the bartender--the man who served drinks-- walked across the street. Inside The Windy Plains Saloon there were a dozen men. Some of them were playing a game of cards. Some were sitting in chairs at tables, holding glasses or bottles. A few were sitting at the long wooden bar counter talking in loud voices. When they saw the bar owner walk in, they stopped. “Get out of here, Marty!” said one of the men at the bar counter. He was tall and had curly brown hair and a brown beard. His clothes were torn and he smelled terrible. He stood up from his stool. “We’re putting our money on the counter. We’re taking what we want to drink, so we don’t need you.” “That’s alright,” the bar owner said, “I just came to check on things.” The curly-haired man whose nickname was “Curly” walked over. He put his hand on Marty’s chest. “I said, we don’t need you. There is nothing for you to check on. You can leave now.” Curly’s friend laughed. “Yeah, leave us alone you old man!” Marty frowned and turned to go back out. But then, Erkek Tex walked through the doors. Tex looked at the man with curly hair. “Bartender,” said Tex in a very deep voice, “I have ridden many miles today. I’m very thirsty. Stop standing around and go get me a drink.” Curly spit on the floor. “I am not the bartender!” “Then where is the bartender? I am tired of waiting!” Curly pointed at Marty. “This is the bartender, but we don’t want him in here.” “That is fine,” Tex said. “If he is leaving, then you can get my drink. Now!” Curly pulled out his gun and pointed it at Erkek Tex. “Nobody talks to me like--” The sound of a gun firing echoed in the bar. Curly fell to the ground dead. “Who is going to be the bartender?” Tex asked, with the gun in his hand smoking. Everyone pointed at Marty. Annex to Chapter 1 Summary The town of Skull Tooth, Oklahoma is very dangerous because there is no sheriff. No one is in charge. A mysterious cowboy named Erkek Tex comes to town. He asks Marty, the owner of the town’s bar, to go inside the bar. Tex walks in. He sees the customers do not want Marty there. One of the customers points a gun at Tex, but Tex kills him first. Download 0.71 Mb. Do'stlaringiz bilan baham: |
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