Take a passage from one of your fics, translate it in Babelfish into a language of your choice, then back to English.
Connor slowly approaches the WOMAN, his expression uneasy. She’s diminutive and dressed in a long, sheer white dress and bare feet. She tilts her head back towards him. Her voice is low and sultry, yet sweetly feminine.
You’re very resourceful.
Connor steps forward, his make-shift stake clenched in his fist.
Clever. Strong. Fast.
And you move just like him.
She turns around, her face still hidden by shadows.
Connor raises his chin.
Just looking at you, I knew.
You could be no one else….
She walks towards him, stepping into the light coming from the back door.
CLOSE-UP on Connor’s stake hand. It TREMBLES.
The woman tilts her head and smiles. Her long blonde hair slides off her shoulder.
…but my darling boy.
Connor si avvicina lentamente alla DONNA, la sua espressione uneasy. È diminutive e vestita in un vestito bianco lungo e puro e nei piedi nudi. Inclina la sua testa indietro verso lui. La sua voce è bassa e sultry, tuttavia dolce femminile.
Siete molto inventivi.
Passi avanti, il suo palo improvvisato di Connor serrato in suo pugno.
Intelligente. Forte. Veloce
e voi muovasi appena come lui.
Gira intorno, la sua faccia ancora nascosta dalle ombre.
Connor alza il suo mento.
Appena guardandoli, ho saputo.
Potreste essere nessun altro….
Cammina verso lui, facendo un passo nella luce che viene dal portello posteriore.
PRIMO PIANO sulla mano del palo del Connor. TREMA.
La donna inclina la sua testa e sorride. I suoi capelli lunghi del blonde fanno scorrere la sua spalla.
… ma il mio ragazzo caro.
Connor is approached the WOMAN slowly, its expression uneasy. Diminutive and it is dressed in a dressed long and pure white man and in the feet knots. It behind tilts its head towards he. Its voice is low and sultry, however sweet feminine.
You are a lot invents to you.
Steps ahead, its unexpected pole of Connor locked in its fist.
Intelligent. Strongly. Fast
and you move hardly like he.
It turns around, its face still hidden from the shadows. Connor raises its mento.
Hardly watching them, I have known.
You could be no other….
It walks towards he, making a step in the light that comes from the posterior hatch.
ASSOCIATION OF BOLOGNA on the hand of the pole of the Connor. IT SHAKES.
The woman tilts its head and sorride. Its long hats of the blonde make to slide its shoulder.
TO GIVE IT
… but to my boy beloved.
the pole of the Connor *snerk*