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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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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Is it possible to fall in Любовь with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen или read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my сердце begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
или logical
Though Любовь rarely is
I can’t make my сердце stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one день we could share
A Любовь that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen или read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my сердце begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
или logical
Though Любовь rarely is
I can’t make my сердце stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one день we could share
A Любовь that is real
ON STORMY CLOUDS
I’VE SEEN HIM SIT
THIS DARK Энджел FAIR
WITH FOLDED AND SHIMMERING
GOSSAMER WINGS
AND MOON BEAMS IN HIS HAIR
WITH BURNING EYES
TO EARTH HE SLIDES
SEEKING TO FEEL THE GROUND
THEN SPREAD HIS
RAVEN FEATHERED WINGS
CASTING HIS MAGICK SHADOW ‘ROUND
THIS Ангелы TOUCH
IS A COMFORTS SONG
SOFT AS A VELVET CLOAK
AND WHEN HE REACHES
TO RIGHT THE WRONG
HIS WORDS ARE FEELINGS SPOKE
ON HOOF AND WING, I WATCHED HIM SAIL
MY DARK Энджел FAIR
TO SOME ARCANE ABODE
WE KNOW NOT WHERE
TILL HIS Далее ASSIGNMENT
AND THE FUTURE HAS BEEN FORETOLD
FOR THE LAST FLIGHT
THIS DARK Энджел TAKES
IS A PIED-PIPERS GATHERING
FOR ALL THE SOULS HE’S TOUCHED
LISTENING TO THE SHADOWY
SONGS THEY’LL NOW SING
I’VE SEEN HIM SIT
THIS DARK Энджел FAIR
WITH FOLDED AND SHIMMERING
GOSSAMER WINGS
AND MOON BEAMS IN HIS HAIR
WITH BURNING EYES
TO EARTH HE SLIDES
SEEKING TO FEEL THE GROUND
THEN SPREAD HIS
RAVEN FEATHERED WINGS
CASTING HIS MAGICK SHADOW ‘ROUND
THIS Ангелы TOUCH
IS A COMFORTS SONG
SOFT AS A VELVET CLOAK
AND WHEN HE REACHES
TO RIGHT THE WRONG
HIS WORDS ARE FEELINGS SPOKE
ON HOOF AND WING, I WATCHED HIM SAIL
MY DARK Энджел FAIR
TO SOME ARCANE ABODE
WE KNOW NOT WHERE
TILL HIS Далее ASSIGNMENT
AND THE FUTURE HAS BEEN FORETOLD
FOR THE LAST FLIGHT
THIS DARK Энджел TAKES
IS A PIED-PIPERS GATHERING
FOR ALL THE SOULS HE’S TOUCHED
LISTENING TO THE SHADOWY
SONGS THEY’LL NOW SING
19 December
It's been almost a год since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if Ты try hard enough, Ты can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
It's been almost a год since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if Ты try hard enough, Ты can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
This mermaid spell could work so be careful.you will need a cup of water and a lot of salt and also a necklace/bracelet the insructions are Ты are going to put the salt in to the cup of water and Ты put the necklace/bracelet in to the salty water and say this spell: Русалки Русалки here my plea I want a Mermaid tail and powers.mermaids Русалки this is my plea so make it come true. After Ты say the say the spell Ты put on the necklace/bracelet and thats it. But Ты don't get to choose your mermaid tail and powers.