Unpretentious

Unpretentious

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida jue, nov 12, 202033m
After crashing the Auriga on the east coast of South Africa, the Betty with its four survivors, Ripley, Call, Vriess and Johner on board, lands in a forest between Georgia and South Carolina. Call still has a gaping hole in her stomach, Vriess and Johner are just hard-teasing each other, and Ripley struggles with her DNA and some inherited memories. So, this is my first attempt to translate one of my works in english. I first used a translation site, and then tried to correct some evident mistakes which I knew I would come into due to the grammar differences between my first language, (which is italian), and english. I still feel unsure about the translation, but I decided anyway to give it a try, since this story is a standalone and it's brief enough to me to put some effort on. So I'd appreciate very much to receive comments and suggestions about the grammar, as well as reviews about the story itself. Alien and its characters do not belong to me. This story was written just for hun and without any profit.
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They say you need to heal in order to not bleed on people who didn't cut you but how do you heal when you see the person who cut you so deeply carry on with life without giving two shits about what they did. 'and while you're at it, tell me why you fucken ran away like a little kid on Saturday' Qhawe says, roaring in my face. His face veins popping off. 'Qhawe please leave me alone' I say while trying to break off his strong hold on my waist. 'I said fucken tell me and don't make me ask you for the third time or I swear uMaZulu, you'll regret it' he says with the coldest stare which leaves me shaking with fear. 'I'm a fucken Virgin okay!' I say shouting in his face, equally vexed.

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