Mittwoch, 27. Juli 2011 15:18
Frage von Brauche hilfe: Entdeckt ihr irgendwelche fehler in diesem text?
habe die erste version überarbeitet und erweitert.
auf rechtschreibfehler müsst ihr mich nicht hinweisen , aber ich bitte um verbesserungsvorschläge wenn es um grammatik und so geht
danke im vorraus!
>>OK. I`m done with cleaning up the cages ,your lunch is in the mikrowave,it´s up to you to rake it up , and please, you really don´t have to share the liver pie with Wolga and Wjatka, I´ve already fed the parakeets, and I don´t think they are going to survive another food intoxication . Do you need anything else?<<
>>No thank you dear! Take your money, it´s in my bag << she answers with her russian accent.
Then she arranges her red coloured hair. No doubt, the eighty year old Mrs. Jokovic looks nutty as a fruitcake, but somehow in a very fragile way! I leave her ivy-claft villa with the feeling that something has slipped my mind. Mrs Jokovic is pitiful. Her husband , a surgeon died very yung because of a heart attack. No wonder Mrs Jokovic became an embittered, craggy, old bat even though she had inherited all the money: The only beings besides me she can talk to are her parakeets, her only son never calls and she knows, she´s going to die lonely! My mother used to say “money isn´t everything“. She was right!
Talking of Mrs Jokovics bitter fate, something comes to my mind. I run as fast as i can back to the villa , overlook the car that parks infront of the building and go direktly to Mrs. Jokovics reading room. I know that she hides the Vodka behind her enzyclopaedia on the shelf but she is not going to lead me on, not again. Well, this time, I can´t find anything . >>Where is the Vodka, you crazy old alcoholic?<< I shout, even though Mrs. Jokovic is my boss! Fuck the politeness, she´ll forget it anyway.
>> I´ve opened it !<< she answers from the livingroom. Enaugh is enaugh! I´m fed up to the back teeth. On my way to her I plan what exactly to say maybe >> I´m your nurse, not your babysitter you witch!<< yeahh that sounds good... I rush into the living room
>>I´M YOUR NURSE NOT YOUR BABYSI…ohh I didn´t know you had a guest.<< I stutter. >>My grandma told me you were tough but I thought she went over the top….Josh Jokovic, nice to meet you<< his facial features are perfect and angular he has high cheekbones, a strong jawline, a straight nose, and full lips. His hair is messy and has a dark blond shade. I know he expects an answer , but all I can concentrate on are his familar chocolate brown eyes surrounded by his serried , long eyelashes. Whatever Josh said, I would eat out of his hand.
>>Grandma you didn´t tell me anything of her hardness of hearing!<< I couldn´t overhear the arrogance in his words
>>Oh,…sorry…Mia Grant , my pleasure<< I try to sound as educaded as possible, but he thinks I´m an idiot anyway.
>> Mia, I hope you´re not angry although I took the vodka from right under your nose?<<
>>Oh no. I have no problem with you drinking vodka… I´m just worried about Mrs. Johovics health. That´s why I adopted the wrong tone with your grandma <<
>>Mia darling don´t you have to attend a lecture?<< Mrs. Annoying interrupts.I know, she was telling me “Fuck off“ , just in a devious way >>No, not today. It´s saturday!<< I counter.
>>you go to college?<< Josh asks me unbelievingly
>>Yes, I study art. What about you?<< you arrogant (handsome) asshole!
>>I study medecine and mathematics besides.<<
>>Oh!<< I chauke a laughter. Deep inside, he was a nerd. I remember laughing at all those idiots and calling them "Mummy's Boys" in primary school.
>>Darling, I don´t want to interrupt your conversation, but I need my beauty sleep!<<
>>Can I walk you home?<< Mr. Perfect asks. I feel my head turning red. Is he schizophrenic? He flirts and undresses me with his shrewd eyes on the one hand. But on the other hand , I know him for 10 minutes and he insults me as a deaf person, an alcoholic and he was seriously surprized that I study. Nevertheless his physical appearence convinces me, and I say >>Yes<<
Standing infront of my door, there is an unconfortable silence until Josh asks me to go on a date
with him. I´m not sure why , but my female intuition keeps telling me that something is wrong with him. I give a fuck and say >>Why not ! See you fridaynight!<<
wer sagt denn dass ich mir keine mühe gegeben habe?
lasst die dummen kommentare, entweer ihr antwortet auf meine frage oder nicht !
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Answer by Heidiho
Ähm… ich hab das jetzt nicht durchgelesen, aber ich würd sagen, du solltest einen Beta-Leser engagieren wenn du Geschichten schreiben willst 
Du kannst den Text im Word mit der englischen Sprachkorrektur checken lassen. Das wär mal ein Anfang.
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