Hablada!

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Hey! Her er produktet af en engelsk time, as i lay dying, og en masse kinder chokolade! XD Tager gerne imod kritik, og er velkommen for kommentare... Ja, hvad er der at sige? xD der er ikke lagt arbejde i stavning og grammatik.

On such a night, any author, writer or poet would look out at the sky, and without knowing it, he would start describing it. And so I did.
The night sky was clouded and black, the rain was beating a tattoo on the surface of the window. The sky looked like the depressed thoughts of an abstract painter, black and grey and faint blue colors were splattered on the canvas. Smiling broadly, I opened my laptop, the steel like surface sparkling at me. And to the humming of the engine, I began to dance. My slim, pale and bony fingers flew over the keyboard, punching them furiously, and as the dark letters began to scroll the screen, images sprang from the white and blue surface, pouring pictures, places, persons and perceptions onto reality.

Her back barely touched the wall. The white shirt was only faintly covered by a back vest at the front, thus being a little bulgy around the arms. She was likewise wearing night black trousers. And if the world only knew the mind of this formally dressed woman, they would surely have turned their heads in disgust. Pushing herself away from the cold wall, she started walking down the streets of London. In the year of 1806, it was cold times. The world was changing all to fast, and some people were changing even faster, it was dangerous times for every idealist and prosperous times for every idealist, with a just a hint of realism. Her feet clicked against the stoned of the street, so were unlike the female dress code, she was wearing big military looking boots. And suddenly, like a lightning from a clear sky, even though the sky, in her time, also were stormy cloudy and constantly intimidating, she stopped. Throwing her had sideways, the fiery red hair followed, the nut brown eyes zeroed in on what she had found, and a smile parted to red lips. A shark had spotted a bare behind.

I felt a sting in my heart, a sting of remorse and regret, a sting of disappointment because of myself. How could I make her do that? What kind of cheesy author was I, if the only plot I could come up with, was a 1806 girl, dressing in men’s clothes, discovering that this world, was soon to be changed. What was the point of it all?
I sigh flew from my lips, I sounded like a spark of electricity as it was cast back from the walls. I didn’t want to, and I knew it, I didn’t want to make this pure, beautiful and all together wonderful creature do this. I didn’t want her to touch anyone… Even though it was all just an act, even though I could change her fate with the snap of my fingers, it would still be violation her nature, just as if I had kept her in captivity. A grin sounded. How pathetic was I, to sit here, and desire a creature of my own creation, that was truly mad, to be jealous about a girl, a red-haired beautiful girl, but still nevertheless still only existing in black letters on a computer, not even on paper.

... YAY!
I like =D
Jeg vidste at den engelsktime ville blive gjort god på en eller anden måde! Keeo on going!
Og der var faktisk ikke s[ mange fejl xD Men skriv s[ fors;ttelsen!

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