Aelfwynne

I have finally decided to translate my French thriller into the common language. It's a little tricky to find good equivalents for the words and phrases sometimes, so bear with me. It'll probably sound a bit clumsy :P. And be prepared for some melodrama! I couldn't help chuckling to myself as I wrote it ;P. It's just so intense and stereotypical! Here's the original: http://fav.me/d4hwlxl  I first wrote this for a school assignment; I had to write a creative piece of 120-150 words in French on the topic:     "Tu te réveilles..." (Où? Quand? Qu'est-ce qui se passe?) So here's the translation! ~  Tick, tick, tick, goes the clo

Here is my first French thriller, written for a school project on September 15, 2011 (in case any of you are interested ;P). Hope you enjoy it! The Author.  "Toc, toc, toc," dit l'horloge. Mes yeux s'ouvrent rapidement. L'horloge? je me demande. Je n'ai pas d'horloge dans ma chambre!  "Alors, vous êtes réveillée enfin," dit une voix sinistre. C'est un homme qui s'habille tout en noir, assis dans un coin de la chambre. Je frissonne et je me lève.  "Qui est-ce?" je demande. Il commence à m'approcher et je recule mais le mur m'arrête. Je suis coincée.  "Vous le saurez assez tôt," répond-il &

It was the sunset that drew me. It beckoned to me through our front window - down our six steps, through the sun-washed garden, along the kinky, constricted alleyway until the view burst upon me like a revelation. I had reached the docks.  The scene halted my footsteps, impressing upon me the full weight of its tranquility. I breathed in deeply, allowing my lungs to be filled with the freshness of air only found by the sea. The sun was giving the sky a goodnight kiss, leaving behind a blush of the deepest coral pink. Its broken reflection on the water was but a memory of that flawless summer's day.  My gaze fell upon a wharf s