Nogen der vil hjælpe?

er der virkeli ikke nogen dër vil rette en stil, jeg har brugt ret lang tid på den så jeg tror bare man ska se den igennem, hurtigt...plz er der ikke nogen der er villige??

jo j kAN GODT.. MEN HVOR LÆGGER DU DEN IND HENNE?

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Det er en stor fordel for dig selv og andre at lægge den ind her på Studieportalen.
Andre kan lære af dine (eventuelle) fejl, og du kan være mere sikker på de rettelser, du får, da andre kyndige kan "re-rette".

Oka jeg gjorde det sidste gang men der var vidt ingen respons så hvis jeg sender den den til som Donttry siger så vil det være bedre.. men jeg håber du også vil rette den så.. :)

Sam


He was a young man. He came to my door, knocking hard against it. I was asleep in my bed, furious that anyone would come knocking at this time of the night.
“Please” he whispered, “She’s alone.”
I put my head outside the door, and saw this man standing in front of me.
“Come in,” I said. “Make no noise.”
I lead him inside, to the table. He didn’t want to eat.
“Well, if it is not food or a place to stay you came for, what is it then?” I asked him. I poured myself a glass of water and sat at the table, staring into his blue eyes, deep-blue and bright.
“I came…I came to ask for help.” He said. I noticed his clothes were old and torn. He sank down, but more in a tired way. “She’s alone.”
“Alone?” I repeated. I decided he couldn’t be a beggar or a thief. He stared blankly at the wry candlestick.
“Will you help me?” he hesitated. “She’s trapped.”
I decided he was a man coming back from the war, but no, that was too long ago, and this part of the country wasn’t concerned with it.
“Trapped? And where?”
“The castle, but the thorns are too thick. I should know.” He nodded sadly. “She can’t stay. She can’t sleep forever. I can’t let her sleep her curse away.”
Perhaps he was serious, sane, even. He talked so careless of this woman.
“What is her name?”
He speculated me momentarily, scanning me from top to bottom. “I…don’t know. But… But she stays in a castle, asleep.”
I’d heard of such things, were the stories of insane men, whose dreams tortured them constantly, men who had been to the war and watched their brothers die. I gave the man a crooked smile.
“What is your name, man?” I murmured quietly, inspecting his hesitant face.
“Sam”, his eyes glowed brighter when he spoke. “Honestly, I don’t know her name, but, please, come with me. You can still help her. She’s asleep, and tonight will mark her next year, her one-hundredth. Only once every year, can you save her, so save her tonight.”
I gave Sam a worried look, a man so young, gone mad? I put my coat on and brought my sheath knife, fearfully. The only reason I had brought it was to defend myself if Sam was mad.
He led me, and we traveled for three hours, I estimated. His words were true. There were the thorns. The castle seems to be a kind of something bad. I went forward, but Sam held me back.
“No,” he said it carefully, “they’re poisonous.”
As I let my eyes see I could well see a few yards ahead in the forest of the thorns there were a rotten body. Sam pointed to a sword lying on the ground before his feet, because my sheath knife was useless. I slashed through thorns, and actually still wondering if Sam wasn’t to be my murderer. As I gave a final slash through the thorns, my sword fell from my hands, into a yard, filled with statues so lifelike. I reached out to touch one of them.
“No,” Sam muttered. “Not yet.”
I came to the stairs of the castle. I jumped over gaps, coming close to falling into the thorns under the stairs where they grew rapidly. The door to the tower was overgrown with roses, and thick brown vines. I took my sheath knife and cut them through.
She was there. Her eyes were closed, and I was afraid if she was dead. I smiled at Sam and looked at him, surprised. He was staring at the floor, where there lay a man. He was not dead, not like the others. The blood on his coat looked new. Sam stepped past the man and leaned over, and kissed the woman on her lips.
Her eyes opened, and she smiled. I knew he came here before; he had been cut by the thorns, and could not save her. He had bled to death, and that was him. Early at the morning the woman was awake. They, Sam and the woman, were fading. Enig walked forward.
”Now we can finally go where we belong.”

sådan så har jeg lagt det ind og håber der er nogen der vil læse den igennem...

er der nogen engelsk eksperter der lige kan hjælpe mig og rette den igennem??

er der virkeli ik nogen der vil læse den????

Som jeg forstår på indlæg #5, så ville du sende den til Donttry udover at lægge den ud her. Derfor vil jeg ikke rette i denne tekst, da jeg formoder Donttry har gjort det.

Hvis en anden har rettet en lang tekst her på Studieportalen, vil jeg gerne komme med tilføjelser, men jeg synes det er spild af min tid at rette en hel tekst, som en anden allerede har set på.

Jamen indtil nu har jeg overhovedet ik fået noget svar!!! :(
Da jeg er lidt ked af det fordi jeg skal aflevere den imorgen...
Så vil du vil må du meget gerne.. jeg tror ikke Donttry har rettet den!!