well my native language is..... that's a hard question XD since i don't know it myself (i think it's thanks to my loving parents), but it's like a mix between german (deutsch) and spanish, i wonder how i came up like that, it's actually kind of weird when writing in english because for me words some times don't sound quite right (>v<) but anyways i like spanish way more, is easier and it kind of sounds sexy XD, but i also know a little english, french, chinese, korean (way too little) and japanese thanks to my upbringing (i have loooooooooooooooooooooooots of relatives and most are from different countries, but most of all speak a bad-english and somewhat understandable german so i can communicate with them well; the rest of the languages come from movies and videogames, i'm quite a fan for both, especially original ones or that come with good plots, i find movies or video games with a predictable plot quite boring) Thankfully my school taught me english, so even though i speak it poorly, i can write quite decently (though with some errors here and there)
i like to write original stories, although i tend to leave them half finished (but not because i can't think of what to write, but because i can't think how to write what i'm thinking)
thank God i have a good memory! for if not i would had forgotten like 10 of the plots of the stories i'm currently in the process of writing. Most of them are in first point of view (it's too hard for me to write in third person because i tend to be veeeeeery boring...)
here is the prologue of one of the stories (i'll translate it for you, i hope things will mean the same) :):
I don’t know what attracts them so much to me. I mean, I don’t even know who I am, or where I’m going. The only thing I know is that I’m being followed. Not that it worries me. Since I’ve been on the run for a couple of months, and by now I know how they work. There’s no way they can catch me. The only thing that worries me is the reason, the reason why I must be followed. I can’t recall what I did in order to be so followed, but I won’t stop just to ask. Perhaps someday someone will come with an answer, or perhaps I’ll know it, when they finally manage to catch me. I don’t know. For now my biggest worry is not my life. I’m more concerned about these people. I can’t take care of them, but I can’t leave them. I’m such an egotistical person, but I can’t help it. Since for the first time, as I can recall, I’ve been given a name and a purpose. So I don’t want to discard it, even if it means taking them with me into the pits of hell itself.
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Date: 2012-10-06 10:13 pm (UTC)i like to write original stories, although i tend to leave them half finished (but not because i can't think of what to write, but because i can't think how to write what i'm thinking)
thank God i have a good memory! for if not i would had forgotten like 10 of the plots of the stories i'm currently in the process of writing. Most of them are in first point of view (it's too hard for me to write in third person because i tend to be veeeeeery boring...)
here is the prologue of one of the stories (i'll translate it for you, i hope things will mean the same) :):
I don’t know what attracts them so much to me. I mean, I don’t even know who I am, or where I’m going. The only thing I know is that I’m being followed. Not that it worries me. Since I’ve been on the run for a couple of months, and by now I know how they work. There’s no way they can catch me. The only thing that worries me is the reason, the reason why I must be followed. I can’t recall what I did in order to be so followed, but I won’t stop just to ask. Perhaps someday someone will come with an answer, or perhaps I’ll know it, when they finally manage to catch me. I don’t know. For now my biggest worry is not my life. I’m more concerned about these people. I can’t take care of them, but I can’t leave them. I’m such an egotistical person, but I can’t help it. Since for the first time, as I can recall, I’ve been given a name and a purpose. So I don’t want to discard it, even if it means taking them with me into the pits of hell itself.