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Bonjour à tous,

Serai t-il possible de me corriger ce texte en anglais ?

Je vous remercie d'avance

Français :

Il ne faisait pas beau. Il pleuvait. C’était un 29 septembre. La maison était sombre et à la fois effrayante.

Excusez-moi, je ne me suis pas présentée. Katerine, Katerine Smith. Je n’ai pas d’importance dans cette histoire sauf le fait que je vais vous la raconter. Si vous aimez les histoires qui se terminent bien, ne prenez pas la peine de continuer à lire. Cela n’en vaut pas la peine. Si vous aimez les histoires d’amours, attrapez donc le livre qui se trouve à votre gauche, et refermez celui-ci. En revanche, si vous avez envie de rester ici, et poursuivre cette histoire, installez-vous confortablement.

Il ne faisait pas beau. Il pleuvait. C’était un 29 septembre. La maison était sombre et à la fois effrayante. John était installé devant sa télévision, une bière à la main. Il était comme hypnotisé par son film. Encore et toujours un film d’horreur. John avait 35 ans. Grand, blond, yeux verts, banal vous me direz. Mais imaginez un homme grand, blond, aux yeux verts avec le visage couvert de sang et des couts de couteaux au milieu du corps. Alors toujours aussi banal ? Mais revenons quelques heures auparavant.

Il était 19h quand il rentre de sa journée de travail. Il avait la tête des mauvais jours. Il faut dire que ce n’est pas un humoriste, John. Il est flic. Une dure journée en vérité. Une enquête, une de plus. Mais celle-ci le marquera à jamais et il ne le sait pas encore. Tout a commencé par un coup de fil, ce matin. Une nouvelle enquête dans un quartier déconseillé aux femmes seules. Je n’essaye pas de vous faire peur, je vous décris juste les lieux. John se dirigea vers cette maison. Vous savez le genre de maison qui ne vous rassure pas. Il descendit dans la cave. Il vit un lit, éclairé par une simple ampoule. Une bouteille de Whisky, renversé au pied du lit. Ce n’est pas ce cadavre-là qui l’intéresse mais plutôt l’autre. Un corps d’homme est entendu sur le lit. Mais il ne ressemble pas à ceux de vos séries policières américaines préférés. Celui-ci était décapité. Non pas tout à fait, il y avait quand même une tête. Mais pas la sienne. Celle d’une femme. Ah ! J’oubliais, le cadavre ! Il n’avait plus de pieds non plus !

Anglais :

The weather was not beautiful. It rained. It was September 29th. The house was dark and at the same time terrible.

Sorry, I did not appear. Katherine, Katherine Smith. I have no importance in this story, expet the fact that i'm going to tell it you. If you like the stories which end well, do not make the effort to continue to read. It's not worth it. If you like love stories, thus catch the book which is in your left, and close this one. On the other hand, if you want to stay here, and to pursve this story, settle down comfortably.

The weather was not beautiful. It rianed. It was September 29th. The house was dark and at the same time terrible. John was settled in front of his television, a beer in the hand. He was a hypnotized by his movie. Again and again a horror movie. John was 35 years old. Big, fair, green eyes, commonplace you will tell me. But, imagine a big, fair man, with green eyes with the face covered with blood and with costs of knives in the middle of the body. Then always so commonplace ? But let us return a few hours before.

It was 7p.m when it returns of his working day. He had the head of bad days. It is necessary to say that it is not a humorist, John. He is a cop. A hard day really. A survey, one more. But this one will mark him for ever and he does not still know him. Everything began with a phone call, this morning. A piece of news investigates in a district disadvised from the only women. I do not try to fighten you, I just describle you places. John went to this house. You know the genre of house which does not reassure you. He came down in the cellar. He lives a bed, by a simple bulb. A bottle of Whisky, knocked down at the bed end. It is not this corpse which interests him but the rather the other one. Man's body is heard on the bed. But he does not look like those of your Americain police series preferred. This one was beheaded. Not completely, there was all the same a head. But not this. That of the woman. Ah! I forgot, the corpse ! He did not have feet anymore either !

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The weather was not nice. It rained and it was September 29. The house was dark and scary at the same time.

Sorry, I didn't introduce myself yet. Katherine, Katherine Smith. I'm not a character in this story but I'm going to tell you everything I know. If you like the storybook endings, don't even bother reading. It's not worth it. If you like love stories, thus/ therefore catch the book which is to your left, and close this one. However (pas de "on the other hand" sans "on the first hand "avant!), if you want to stay here, and to keep reading this story, settle down comfortably.

The weather was not nice. It rained and it was September 29. The house was dark and scary at the same time. John was sitting in front of the (pas besoin d'attribuer ça à quelqu'un quand ça n'a pas de réelle importance pour l'histoire: c'est une télé c'est tout! ^^) television, a beer in his (là c'est différent) hand. He was as mesmerized by the movie. As usual it was a horror movie. John was 35 (years old) pas obigatoire: mettre years old fait plus scolaire. Tall, blond with green eyes, an ordinary man, you may say. But, imagine a tall, blond with green eyes pas de with, the face covered with blood and the middle of the body riddled with knife wounds. Is he stil an ordinary man ? But let's go back a few hours.

It was 7p.m when HE (cet homme est un animé donc pas de IT) came back home from work. He was in a bad mood. It is necessary to say that John is not very fun.

He works as a cop. It was a really bad day. One more survey. But he is not yet aware that this survey will damage him for life. This morning started with a phone call. A fresh inquiry in a dangerous place for women. I do not try to fighten/scare you. I'm just describing places. John went to this house. You know the kind of scary house. He came down to the cellar. He saw a bed which was enlightened by a simple bulb. A bottle of Whisky, upside down, at the foot of the bed . It was not this corpse which interested him but much more the other one. The man's body is stretched out on the bed . But it does not look like those bodies you can fid in your favourite American (Même les nationalités changent) tv shows. This one was without head. Not completely, there was a head, but not it was not the real one . It was the head of the woman. Oh! I forgot, the corpse ! He did not have feet anymore either !

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Merci beaucoup !

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De rien!