The Hmuan Mnid, Aolng Wtih A Wreid Deram

Atuhro’s Ntoe: In tihs sotry, it tlaks aobut how the hmuna mnid can raed wrods taht are all msaehd up. In the smae fomrat, I wlil wirte a sotry aobut a ralely wreid deram taht I had. You can feel yuor mnid msaihng up the wrods in yuor haed and mkanig tehm wohle.

 Beauty is in Everything

In F/CE calss, we had a bwlelork and trehe was a qoute of the day. In taht qoute, it siad tihs:

"Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Txes M&A Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a total mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe." ~(Anonymous)

 Rcnetley, I had a deram and it edend up bieng vrey wreid. So, I wlil now witre my deram in tihs fomratt:

“I hvae the spescut’s husoe in stie,” syas the ofcifer.

“Cpoy taht,” syas Dtectevie Ktae Bketcet.

 “Epzideso, Csltae and Rayn cmoe wtih me, the FBI funod Zcak’s husoe wehre he kliled Sam.”

“Got it,” syas Epzideso.

“On my way,” Rayn syas.

“Oh! Rhigt, cminog!” syas Csltae.

Mnoemnts laetr, the cpos raecehd Zcak’s husoe, amred and raedy to berak dwon the door. The felieng of rgae rnuning troghuh tehir bneos and the bunring sneatsoin of polwnig taht door to the gorund mdae the cpos feel the pweor wtihin tehm. You culod feel the renvege thoruhguot tiher bdoeis  and wnatnig to arerst tihs man and binrg him to jsutcie. The cpos serctely wiated otusdie Zcak’s husoe, wehn Epzideso agnirly kciks the door dwon to the gorund. The farnitc nisoe of the cpos srcaeinmg and saecrihng the huose for the spescut culod be hraed.

“NPYD, sohw me yuor hnads!” srcaems Ktae.

“NPYD! Cmoe out!” ylels Epzideso.
  Ntoihng.Cmopelte and utetr sielcne.Wehn the cpos cahregd itno the huose, the srcaemnig from evreoyne mdae the room ehco. The aera aurnod tehm was clod, drak and btiter. A cool shduedr tirkcels dwon tehir sinpes.Ktae wlaked to the croenr of the room and sotps. Taht was the end of the frist prat of my wreid deram.

Now hree is the sconed prat of my wreid deram…

 The Beauty Within

               

In taht smae conrer wehre Ktae spotped, iamigne a gurop of popele in rguged cotlhes, santdnig in a crilce, satrnig dwon at two popele on the folor. As tehy are lokonig dwon at tehse two popele, you can feel the lvoe in the amtsohpree and the cnoentcoin bteewen tehm. Tehse two popele wree Ailslon and a guy nmaed Pteer. Pteer is lyanig dwon on the gornud, forezn on his bcak. Ailslon is stitnig at Pteer’s sdie, witanig, hponig and pariyng, taht smoeohw he wluod be ok. Jsut lkie in the fiary tlaes, Ailslon laens oevr and ptus her wram lpis to the fereizng ice. As she did so, the ice satretd to mlet and Pteer was fere!

                “Pteer!” Ailslon cired.

                “You svaed my lfie!” syas Pteer, amlsot out of berath.  

                “I konw, and I cuodln’t be mroe hpapeir in my lfie tahn to see yuor fcae.” Ailslon siad, wihle cyrnig.

                “Me too,” siad Pteer.

In the tirmuph of Pteer’s rterun, Ailslon and Pteer hguged ecah ohter and cierd for a lnog tmie. Fnilaly, Ailslon and Pteer hled hnads and lfet the biludnig, lvonig ecah ohetr frovere.

And taht is the end of my wired deram in tihs wried frmoat!

By: Ailslon Adnes