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Eger, Heves megye, Hungary
Hát... MCR fan vagyok ^^ xD És színház-őrült. Megy úgy alapból is őrült. És perverz. Időnként. :D És imádok írni... Kb. másfél éve kezdtem el, méghozzá egy elég érdekes dolog hatására. Cirkuszban jártam. És "beleszerettem" az egyik artistába. xD És elkezdtem írni életem legelső folytatásos történetét. Aztán jött magától minden. Barátnőim szerint bármiről képes vagyok írni. De azért ez nem így van. :) De az biztos, hogy több elég eltréő írásom született már. Csak hogy párat említsek: Forma-1-es, MCR-es, Harry Potteres, szerelmes, szomorú, perverz, öngyilkosos... Szóval kedvtől függ. És különösen szeretek songficeket írni. Mikor egy dalszöveg ihlet. Ésés rengeteget kéne még fejlődnöm írás terén, úgy érzem. x)
A következő címkéjű bejegyzések mutatása: angol. Összes bejegyzés megjelenítése
A következő címkéjű bejegyzések mutatása: angol. Összes bejegyzés megjelenítése

2009. május 9., szombat

A mysterious man

Hát... egy újabb angol. Méghozzá olyannyira angol, hogy házidolgozatban ezt írtam meg. x)
Az első és utolsó bekezdés meg volt adva... Pontosabban a könyvünkben volt és a kettő együtt megihletett. x) Kevesebb, mint 45 perc alatt, egy lukas órában hoztam össze. xD Szóval olyan, amilyen. De egyébként én szeretem ezt az írást. x) (Csak hogy ne mindig rosszat mondjak már...)
Jah, a vége picit szadista. :D Lehet találgatni, hogy mi történt ez után...

A mysterious man

What can I tell you about Roger? He was the kind of man you've probably all met at some stage in your lives – self-assured, charming, polite... and completely ruthless. So I wasn't suprised when I saw his picture in the newspaper.
The police was searching for him because he had harassed a young girl sexually.
'Poor little girl', I thought while I was reading the article.
I'm sure that Roger had been very kind, friendly and polite with that girl and then he allocated her.
The same story that has happened to me. Let me tell you the story about our meeting and relationship with Roger.
It was a cold, rainy morning when I had to go to work early, so I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the right bus. I had been waiting for half an hour and I got soaked to the skin when suddenly a luxury car appeared and stopped next to me. The motorist looked out of the window and asked me if he could give me a lift. I got into his car after a big sigh and I felt relieved when I felt the warm air. So he drove me to my workplace and told me that he was sure we would meet again some day. He was right, we met again and again by accident and after a while we got to know each other. We fell in love and had a great time together. But unfortunately a year later he cheated me and when I got to know this I wanted to brake up. We started arguing and suddenly he got a knife out of his pocket and tried to kill me. I was schocked but fortunately I managed to escape. Then I had to hide away from him and I called the police, too. But Roger was hiding as well so they couldn't arrest him. Now Roger's still free and comitting crimes. However, some news said that he has gone to another continent.
One day the police called me while I was walking home from work and told me that Roger was far away, so the news was right.
'Thank God! I'm safe now', I thought as I entered my flat. But as soon as I turned on the light, I noticed a glass on the table. He was there waiting for me...

Runaway

Egy újabb angol írás... Kissé talán... bugyuta. x) Nem tudom, angol fogalamzásokat általában csak órán szoktam írni, szóval nem tudom hogy jönnek ezek. xD És öm ez is besorolható abba a 20%-ba. Szóval... szóval eléggé vegyes érzéseim vannak ezzel kapcsolatban, de hátha valakinek tetszik.
És még annyit, hogy eredetileg elkedztem hozzá írni egy második részt is, de nem fejeztem be, és szerintem az csak rontana rajta. Szóval most csak ennyit teszek fel.

Runaway

-I love you – I whispered to you in the dark.

We were standing in front of each other next to the lake. We were in the camp at night. There was no lightings, so we hardly could see each other.

You fondled my hand, than pulled me.

-I know, but it's not okay. I've got a girlfriend, you know.
-Do you love her?
-I... It doesn't matter. I'll move to another country, far, far away next month.
-You're not right. It matters. I love you and I know that you love me too. And there's a whole month that we could spend together.
-But I can't break up with Sarah. I can't do it with her.
-Why not? I saw her with 2 other guys in the disco last week. She really enjoyed it.
-But she's ill. I can't make her sad or she'll get a seizure again.
-And if she doesn't see you for a year, won't she be sad? In that case she doesn't love you.
-I know, but I CAN'T do it. Understand me, please. It's very difficult to me, too.
-No, I can't understand you! - I shouted – If I don't love someone, I don't go out with him! But it doesn't matter what I feel, I know. Only Sarah's feelings matter. OK, I understood. I won't harass you any more. Be happy with that bitch!
-Suki! Stop! That's not true!

You tried to stop me, but I ran away from you into the loo. I couldn't go in to the girl's room. I couldn't have answered to the girls' questions if they had asked me what the matter had been. I just wanted to cry.
Cry because of you. Because I had been so stupid that I had fallen in love with you. And of course, the boy I loved didn't love me.
I hated that feeling. I hated that I always had to be disappointed.

Someone was banging on the door.

-Suki! Come out! I want to speak to you! - it was you.
-But I don't want to!
-I don't care! Come out or I'll go in!
-You mustn't come in! It's a women's toilet!
-I don't care. I'll count till 3. If you don't come out, I'll break in. 1... 2...

I opened the door. I don't know why, I just opened it and I stood in front of you again with falling tears.

-You're not normal.
-I know. I didn't want to make you cry, I'm sorry. I know that it's just a stupid word, but I really sorry. Sorry for everything. You were right. I don't love Sarah and I shouldn't care about her. I want to be happy in the following one month. But not with Sarah.

Touching my hand, you pulled me out of the loo's entrance, then you kissed my lips.

-I want to be happy with you – you whispered.

2009. május 8., péntek

Close to me...

Hát ez szintén nagyon régi írás, és... furi. xD És angol. És fogalmam sincs, miért így írtam... x)



Close to me



Yesterday i had a dream.
I saw myself and you.
We were standing on the seashore.
You stepped closer to me
And whistled that you loved me.
I couldnt tell you any words.
I just looked into your beautiful eyes.
You understood me and stepped closer again.
You either looked into my eyes
And when you wanted to kiss me
The earth suddenly broke into 2 pieces.
I was standing on the one side,
You were standing on the other side.
You were close to me, but
I couldn't reach your hands.
You wanted to come closer to me
But the earth began to shake
And you fell into the depths.
I looked down but i could see nothing.
Now I'm telling it you,
Because I dont want this dream to come true.