Одна из них - фанфикшен по одной книге..Вот он(переводите в Гугле, короче)):
... Not that he was lost, he is just mistaken.
Not bad to be a spy, but still with the beginning of this activity is lost person's personality. And he decided to stop it.
And he stopped.
The price of all, true, but it was worth it.
We had to change something, even at the cost of many losses ... Help someone ... save someone ..... All of this must atone for his guilt to the community.
Аsa.
... Fly in the sky, soaring in the height of a bird ... It gives freedom, she thought.
But not everything was so simple ... If you keep a bird, you become very vulnerable ...
It was. The night - its a terrible enemy ...
On the hunt can get the one you most of all afraid of ....
But this time it was not so. Enemy rescued her, the price of their freedom and most dear to the heart of people.
And she owes him for that.
Emma.
...They do not resemble each other.
They are completely different.
He - a secretive, a bit sanctimonious, but he - a man with a good heart.
His soul - it is as if the apple to remove the worms - nothing bad will, but the wounds are forever.
She - an open and honest person, always sincere.
She never will say nothing more, her soul is pure and without blemish.
But together they are much better than all of the above.
Asa♥Emma
The♥End.
А вот коротенький рассказик про любовь:
... Once, in one country lived journalist.
He was a very kind man, always honestly express their thoughts.
And once again, he was given a task: write about a celebrity.
There was nothing, the journalist had to go on a mission.
And he met this celebrity. Her name was Claudia.
She was ... an unusually beautiful. Glitter of her eyes eclipsed all else, the hair was smooth as silk, and her teeth were like pearls ...
But this honest journalist in love with her and forget that she is unattainable for him ... and that this Claudia was cold as ice and evil as Hades.
Still, he loved her. He decided to write an article specifically about her.
The journalist took a notebook, pen, and went to Claudia. "What would she ask?" - He thought .- "Hmm ... It makes me wonder ..."
The girl was already in 1 step away from him .... And suddenly, journalist said: "I love you, Claudia!"
Claudia turned around and saw ...a young man. Just an ugly journalist. In her understanding, of course. She smiled and said: "I have already stated that my heart is free, but not as much." And her pale skin was even paler.
Journalist instantly darkened. His heart was broken ...
А вот и на русском.Стишок про море:
Ветер с моря,
Ароматный бриз,
Накрывает меня,
Забираясь под лодки низ.
Я думаю о родных,
Я думаю о друзьях,
Я думаю о глубинах морских,
О несделанных делах.
Но ветер с моря
Пригоняет мою лодку к берегу
Я, ни о чём не думая,
Устало домой бреду.
И вот я спать улеглась,
Сон меня охватил,
И,вот, снова, опять,
Океан меня поглотил.
З.Ы.:Всё на английском, потому что я писала это для иностранного форума.
