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angel400
01-07-2010, 13:28
Хора моля ви се помагайте, че съм се видял в чудо... Историйката трябва да е около 180 думи и да завършва с "and i saw the pressure piece of paper floating down the river".. Много е спешно умолявам ви !!!! . Ако темичката не ви хареса пробвайте с тази: изречението да започва с "when i saw the clock stick 3:00 i knew it was too late..."
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WTF искаш некой да седне да ти напише writing_a?Ае стиа ве помисли ти пък малко пууууу :shock:
angel400
01-07-2010, 13:36
еми не... темите са за класно и искам просто помощ... не съм накарал никой да седне и да пише, просто моля ако на някого му се занимава да напъше, аз естествено ще си го прегледам.,.. :х
someonerandom
01-07-2010, 15:31
Добре ама pressure е напрежение...в изречението за завършване няма смисъл.
faststep
01-07-2010, 15:58
Добре ама pressure е напрежение...в изречението за завършване няма смисъл.
Сигурно иска да каже precious. :-o
BrainlessROCKBABY
01-07-2010, 16:07
Добре ама pressure е напрежение...в изречението за завършване няма смисъл.
Сигурно иска да каже precious. :-o
elito0o0o0
01-07-2010, 17:50
ЕЕе не седнахте да си напрегнете гладките мозъци,ми все ревете във форума някой да ви ги пише. Не сте само вие ученици,не само вие имате домашни,контролни,класни и т.н. Айде оправяйте се вие сами..
ЕЕе не седнахте да си напрегнете гладките мозъци,ми все ревете във форума някой да ви ги пише. Не сте само вие ученици,не само вие имате домашни,контролни,класни и т.н. Айде оправяйте се вие сами.. +1
As I saw the clock stick 3:00 I knew it was already too late. There was no way I could change the recent events. Oh, how differently I would act if I had a second chance. But this is no movie, I can't magically wake up in my bed and find out I've been dreaming.
I can smell the bitter air from that night, I can still feel the wind cutting into my face. I recall the lack of thought from that moment, my body was soulless. I had only my reflexive responses left and my arm was twitching. It was the first time the twitches appeared and I still carry that bloody tic. It's my reminder of that day.
Why was I there? Why did I decide to take my knife and kill that man with it? Was it for the fourty pounds I took from him with which I bought a pair of shades, a lousy movie ticket and a cheap perfume? No, that was just acting spontaneous. It's because he had not sold my girlfriend alcohol at the shop the other day and had scolded her for being a minor and asking that. I still remember how I looked at my watch. It was 1:00 am. For the next 2 hours no thoughts went through my head. I stared aghast at the pavement as I walked an unfamiliar street. Someone grabbed me and took me to the ground. I hadn't heard the police alarm. That's when I saw the watch on the policeman's arm. It was 3:00 am. It was then when my thoughts came back to me. I asked myself what I have done. I could hear a woman screaming behind me: "He did it, it was him! You, murderer!". It was his wife. It's been 15 years since that night. 15 years since I am in Mogila village's prison and 15 years since my life ended. Rotting in prison for the rest of one's life should not be any 30-year-old's fate.
Съжалявам за мрачния текст, не съм такъв човек, но отвреме навереме и такива текстове трябва да се появяват. И да си кажа, че по никакъв начин не се препокривам с лирическия герой. За всеки случай, да избягна определен вид коментари. Ако случайно решиш да го ползваш, оже и повече от 180 да е излязло, може и грешки да имам. Мразя да си проверявам, че само ще изтрия цялата история.
As I saw the clock stick 3:00 I knew it was already too late. There was no way I could change the recent events. Oh, how differently I would act if I had a second chance. But this is no movie, I can't magically wake up in my bed and find out I've been dreaming.
I can smell the bitter air from that night, I can still feel the wind cutting into my face. I recall the lack of thought from that moment, my body was soulless. I had only my reflexive responses left and my arm was twitching. It was the first time the twitches appeared and I still carry that bloody tic. It's my reminder of that day.
Why was I there? Why did I decide to take my knife and kill that man with it? Was it for the fourty pounds I took from him with which I bought a pair of shades, a lousy movie ticket and a cheap perfume? No, that was just acting spontaneous. It's because he had not sold my girlfriend alcohol at the shop the other day and had scolded her for being a minor and asking that. I still remember how I looked at my watch. It was 1:00 am. For the next 2 no thoughts went through my head. I stared aghast at the pavement as I walked an unfamiliar street. Someone grabbed me and took me to the ground. I hadn't heard the police alarm. That's when i saw the watch on the policeman's arm. It was 3:00 am. It was then when my thoughts came back to me. I asked myself what I have done. I could hear a woman screaming behind me: "He did it, it was him! You, murderer!". It was his wife. It's been 15 years since that night. 15 years since I am in Mogila village's prison and 15 years since my life ended. Rotting in prison for the rest of one's life should not be any 30-year-old's fate.
Съжалявам за мрачния текст, не съм такъв човек, но отвреме навереме и такива текстове трябва да се появяват. И да си кажа, че по никакъв начин не се препокривам с лирическия герой. За всеки случай, да избягна определен вид коментари. Ако случайно решиш да го ползваш, оже и повече от 180 да е излязло, може и грешки да имам. Мразя да си проверявам, че само ще изтрия цялата история.
Кефи ме 8)
As I saw the clock stick 3:00 I knew it was already too late. There was no way I could change the recent events. Oh, how differently I would act if I had a second chance. But this is no movie, I can't magically wake up in my bed and find out I've been dreaming.
I can smell the bitter air from that night, I can still feel the wind cutting into my face. I recall the lack of thought from that moment, my body was soulless. I had only my reflexive responses left and my arm was twitching. It was the first time the twitches appeared and I still carry that bloody tic. It's my reminder of that day.
Why was I there? Why did I decide to take my knife and kill that man with it? Was it for the fourty pounds I took from him with which I bought a pair of shades, a lousy movie ticket and a cheap perfume? No, that was just acting spontaneous. It's because he had not sold my girlfriend alcohol at the shop the other day and had scolded her for being a minor and asking that. I still remember how I looked at my watch. It was 1:00 am. For the next 2 no thoughts went through my head. I stared aghast at the pavement as I walked an unfamiliar street. Someone grabbed me and took me to the ground. I hadn't heard the police alarm. That's when i saw the watch on the policeman's arm. It was 3:00 am. It was then when my thoughts came back to me. I asked myself what I have done. I could hear a woman screaming behind me: "He did it, it was him! You, murderer!". It was his wife. It's been 15 years since that night. 15 years since I am in Mogila village's prison and 15 years since my life ended. Rotting in prison for the rest of one's life should not be any 30-year-old's fate.
Съжалявам за мрачния текст, не съм такъв човек, но отвреме навереме и такива текстове трябва да се появяват. И да си кажа, че по никакъв начин не се препокривам с лирическия герой. За всеки случай, да избягна определен вид коментари. Ако случайно решиш да го ползваш, оже и повече от 180 да е излязло, може и грешки да имам. Мразя да си проверявам, че само ще изтрия цялата история.
Кефи ме 8)
+ 1. :)