At first I'd like to remark that english isn't my mothertongue. I tried hard to translate my little story into proper english, but maybe I made a few mistakes. However, I'm posting the english and the german version now, so just read them both if Ты understand it. :)
Here it is:
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One wonderful day, it finally was at her feet. She hadn't seen it for days, and the longing had nearly cankered her. She had missed it like a lover или a brother, no, more; like a piece of herself. It looked even еще beautiful than in her memory, how it sprawled in the sun. She was surprised, how gentle it could be. In her homeland, it had often been much wilder. But still it had stayed the same, a well-known friend, who had waited for her. She felt its appeal like a magnet. It belonged to her. She belonged to it. But they both belonged to the night. Now was not their time. Not now, with all the tourists around, watching them. She smiled at the sight of the children who played with it. How безопасно, сейф they felt. They didn't know anything, anything about the hidden character of their playmate, anything about his very secrets that only she knew. It had confided in her, just the same as how she had confided in it. She was different. Captured in the wrong world. She felt so much closer to it than to any human. She had to pull herself together to not give in the desire. The hours of darkness would give enough time for them.
One wonderful evening, it sparkled in the starlight. It was disquietingly. In spite of its greatness and power, it was just a little kid, unwilling to sleep. It tossed and turned impatiently. It was waiting for her, asking when she finally was coming. Encouraged by its swoosh, she hurried down the beach. Her сердце was throbbing in excitement. Finally, the moment had come that they had both been waiting for. Under cover of darkness, they showed each other their true colours. Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and careless kicked her sandales in the sand. It was calling her. She would come. Now
One wonderful night, she passed a swimming prohibition sign like in trance. She only caught a glimpse of it. The humans were so Невероятное silly. It didn't trust anyone who didn't trust it either. She had always trusted it, she had put her life in its cool hands, and it had never hurt her so far. But it seemed that nobody apart her understood that.
Wildly, she buckled in its cold embracement. It took her breath. Delirious with joy, it roared in her very ears. It smothered her, and she enjoyed it. Her сердце nearly burst of felicity. Although she was running out of air, she was diving deeper. She merged with it. She was coming home.
One wonderful morning, a few lorn clothes lay in the sunlight in the midst of the dunes.
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An einem wunderschönen Tag lag es ihr endlich zu Füßen. Schon seit Tagen hatte sie es nicht mehr gesehen, und die Sehnsucht hatte sie fast zerfressen. Sie hatte es vermisst wie einen Geliebten oder Bruder, nein, mehr, wie einen Teil ihrer selbst. Es sah noch schöner aus als in ihrer Erinnerung, wie es sich in der Sonne räkelte. Sie war erstaunt, wie sanft es sein konnte. In ihrer Heimat war es oft viel wilder gewesen. Und doch war es gleich geblieben, ein altbekannter Freund, der auf sie gewartet hatte. Sie spürte seine Anziehungskraft wie einen Magneten. Es gehörte zu ihr. Sie gehörte zu ihm. Doch sie beide gehörten der Nacht. Jetzt war nicht ihre Zeit. Nicht jetzt, mit all логово, ден Menschen, die zuschauten. Sie lächelte beim Anblick der Kinder, die mit ihm spielten. Wie sicher sie sich fühlten. Sie wussten doch nichts, nichts über логово, ден wahren Charakter ihres Spielkamerads, nichts über seine tiefsten Geheimnisse, die nur sie kannte. Ihr hatte es sich anvertraut, so wie auch sie sich ihm anvertraut hatte. Sie war anders. Gefangen in der falschen Welt. Keinem Menschen fühlte sie sich so nah wie ihm. Sie musste sich zusammenreißen, um sich nicht der Versuchung hinzugeben. Die Stunden der Dunkelheit würden genug Zeit für sie beide lassen.
An einem wunderschönen Abend funkelte es im Sternenlicht. Es war unruhig. Mit all seiner Größe und Macht war es doch noch ein kleines Kind, das noch nicht schlafen wollte. Ungeduldig wälzte es sich hin und her. Es wartete auf sie, fragte sich, wann sie endlich kam. Angespornt von seinem Rauschen rannte sie ihm entgegen. Ihr Herz klopfte vor Aufregung. Endlich. Jetzt war der Moment, auf логово, ден sie beide gewartet hatten. Im Schutz der Dunkelheit zeigten sie einander ihr wahres Gesicht. Eilig streifte sie ihre Kleider ab und kickte ihre Sandalen achtlos in логово, ден Sand. Es rief nach ihr. Sie würde kommen. Jetzt.
In einer wunderschönen Nacht lief sie wie in Trance an einem Schwimmverbotsschild vorbei. Sie erhaschte nur einen kurzen Blick darauf. Die Menschen waren so unglaublich dumm. Wer ihm nicht vertraute, dem vertraute es auch nicht. Aber das verstand wohl niemand außer ihr. Sie hatte ihm immer vertraut, hatte sich ihm voll ausgeliefert, und es hatte ihr dabei noch nie etwas getan. Stürmisch warf sie sich in seine kühle Umarmung. Es nahm ihr логово, ден Atem. Übergeschnappt vor Wiedersehensfreude brüllte es ihr in die Ohren. Es erdrückte sie, und sie genoss es. Ihr Herz platzte fast vor Glück. Obwohl ihr die Luft knapp wurde, tauchte sie tiefer. Sie wurde eins mit ihm. Sie war zu Hause.
An einem wunderschönen Morgen lagen in логово, ден Dünen einige verlassene Kleidungsstücke im Sonnenlicht.
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Hope, Ты enjoyed it! Now it's your turn: Please tell me your opinion about it!
Here it is:
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One wonderful day, it finally was at her feet. She hadn't seen it for days, and the longing had nearly cankered her. She had missed it like a lover или a brother, no, more; like a piece of herself. It looked even еще beautiful than in her memory, how it sprawled in the sun. She was surprised, how gentle it could be. In her homeland, it had often been much wilder. But still it had stayed the same, a well-known friend, who had waited for her. She felt its appeal like a magnet. It belonged to her. She belonged to it. But they both belonged to the night. Now was not their time. Not now, with all the tourists around, watching them. She smiled at the sight of the children who played with it. How безопасно, сейф they felt. They didn't know anything, anything about the hidden character of their playmate, anything about his very secrets that only she knew. It had confided in her, just the same as how she had confided in it. She was different. Captured in the wrong world. She felt so much closer to it than to any human. She had to pull herself together to not give in the desire. The hours of darkness would give enough time for them.
One wonderful evening, it sparkled in the starlight. It was disquietingly. In spite of its greatness and power, it was just a little kid, unwilling to sleep. It tossed and turned impatiently. It was waiting for her, asking when she finally was coming. Encouraged by its swoosh, she hurried down the beach. Her сердце was throbbing in excitement. Finally, the moment had come that they had both been waiting for. Under cover of darkness, they showed each other their true colours. Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and careless kicked her sandales in the sand. It was calling her. She would come. Now
One wonderful night, she passed a swimming prohibition sign like in trance. She only caught a glimpse of it. The humans were so Невероятное silly. It didn't trust anyone who didn't trust it either. She had always trusted it, she had put her life in its cool hands, and it had never hurt her so far. But it seemed that nobody apart her understood that.
Wildly, she buckled in its cold embracement. It took her breath. Delirious with joy, it roared in her very ears. It smothered her, and she enjoyed it. Her сердце nearly burst of felicity. Although she was running out of air, she was diving deeper. She merged with it. She was coming home.
One wonderful morning, a few lorn clothes lay in the sunlight in the midst of the dunes.
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An einem wunderschönen Tag lag es ihr endlich zu Füßen. Schon seit Tagen hatte sie es nicht mehr gesehen, und die Sehnsucht hatte sie fast zerfressen. Sie hatte es vermisst wie einen Geliebten oder Bruder, nein, mehr, wie einen Teil ihrer selbst. Es sah noch schöner aus als in ihrer Erinnerung, wie es sich in der Sonne räkelte. Sie war erstaunt, wie sanft es sein konnte. In ihrer Heimat war es oft viel wilder gewesen. Und doch war es gleich geblieben, ein altbekannter Freund, der auf sie gewartet hatte. Sie spürte seine Anziehungskraft wie einen Magneten. Es gehörte zu ihr. Sie gehörte zu ihm. Doch sie beide gehörten der Nacht. Jetzt war nicht ihre Zeit. Nicht jetzt, mit all логово, ден Menschen, die zuschauten. Sie lächelte beim Anblick der Kinder, die mit ihm spielten. Wie sicher sie sich fühlten. Sie wussten doch nichts, nichts über логово, ден wahren Charakter ihres Spielkamerads, nichts über seine tiefsten Geheimnisse, die nur sie kannte. Ihr hatte es sich anvertraut, so wie auch sie sich ihm anvertraut hatte. Sie war anders. Gefangen in der falschen Welt. Keinem Menschen fühlte sie sich so nah wie ihm. Sie musste sich zusammenreißen, um sich nicht der Versuchung hinzugeben. Die Stunden der Dunkelheit würden genug Zeit für sie beide lassen.
An einem wunderschönen Abend funkelte es im Sternenlicht. Es war unruhig. Mit all seiner Größe und Macht war es doch noch ein kleines Kind, das noch nicht schlafen wollte. Ungeduldig wälzte es sich hin und her. Es wartete auf sie, fragte sich, wann sie endlich kam. Angespornt von seinem Rauschen rannte sie ihm entgegen. Ihr Herz klopfte vor Aufregung. Endlich. Jetzt war der Moment, auf логово, ден sie beide gewartet hatten. Im Schutz der Dunkelheit zeigten sie einander ihr wahres Gesicht. Eilig streifte sie ihre Kleider ab und kickte ihre Sandalen achtlos in логово, ден Sand. Es rief nach ihr. Sie würde kommen. Jetzt.
In einer wunderschönen Nacht lief sie wie in Trance an einem Schwimmverbotsschild vorbei. Sie erhaschte nur einen kurzen Blick darauf. Die Menschen waren so unglaublich dumm. Wer ihm nicht vertraute, dem vertraute es auch nicht. Aber das verstand wohl niemand außer ihr. Sie hatte ihm immer vertraut, hatte sich ihm voll ausgeliefert, und es hatte ihr dabei noch nie etwas getan. Stürmisch warf sie sich in seine kühle Umarmung. Es nahm ihr логово, ден Atem. Übergeschnappt vor Wiedersehensfreude brüllte es ihr in die Ohren. Es erdrückte sie, und sie genoss es. Ihr Herz platzte fast vor Glück. Obwohl ihr die Luft knapp wurde, tauchte sie tiefer. Sie wurde eins mit ihm. Sie war zu Hause.
An einem wunderschönen Morgen lagen in логово, ден Dünen einige verlassene Kleidungsstücke im Sonnenlicht.
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Hope, Ты enjoyed it! Now it's your turn: Please tell me your opinion about it!
Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! или trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: Эй, there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. Ты got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are Ты sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: Ты wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 еще hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see Ты later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I Любовь U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! или trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: Эй, there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. Ты got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are Ты sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: Ты wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 еще hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see Ты later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I Любовь U! *start making out*
I remember the times of the i Любовь you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But Ты come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Ты stayed.
The child in me, from the times Ты loved me.
The debt Ты owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Ты spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Ты are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Ты apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But Ты come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Ты stayed.
The child in me, from the times Ты loved me.
The debt Ты owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Ты spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Ты are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Ты apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what Ты think of it, please?
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have Ты felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until Ты burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! Ты will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
have Ты noticed when Ты fall in Любовь it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do Ты feel it? Do Ты feel it when Ты fall in love, или when Ты just are overfilled with joy?
Have Ты ever felt it? или have Ты felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that Ты have to fly away from it before your Любовь hurts you? или does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what Ты think...
Have Ты ever felt it? или have Ты felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that Ты have to fly away from it before your Любовь hurts you? или does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what Ты think...