Or maybe Die Friedhof geht Globalen would be a more appropriate title for this post as it seems one of my stories is reaching out for the international market. All of its own accord too, by the looks of it; it’s certainly nothing to do with me, anyway.
I just happened to stumble across a new, exciting version of my story, Mother’s Love, on someone’s blog. How or why it got posted there, I have no idea. Whatever happened to copyright? Where’s my reprint fee?
The more readers the better though, I guess, so I’m not bitter.
As far as I can gather, it seems to have been translated into German, then back into English. The results are… well… interesting. Highlights include:
He loaded a reticule on the vespers all the habits his four year dear son came correct to croak and left-hand.
Shirt cuffs poked gone of the zipper like hands rising from a importance of autobiography.
Mothers be dressed no best, she mental activity, we be dressed to be Draconian.
The sniffles hooey function knotty.
A pitch-dark, midnight adoption with a gunge drub.
The cell was sniffles and grew colder quiet.
Bone fingers rapped an anile tattoo against the bifocals.
So, if all that nonsense has whetted your appetite for the full version, go here.
This is good stuff; I never knew I could write so well. True, it’s a new direction for me, but I think I like it.
There must be a market for this stuff, surely? It may even pay more.
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Herzlichen Glückwunsch!
(um, congratulations?)
yeah, what aaron said. herz and stuff.
that is truly interesting. It reads like someone used one of those free online translating sites, that never really work (my french grade proves it).
In the name of all that's holy, WHY?
Aaron – Thanks… I think.
Samantha – In this case, I think it’s an improvement on the original.
Michael – Good question.
I had someone steal a blog post once - it wasn't even a very good blog post.
Okay, I'm reading this pretty early in the morning. My coffee hasn't kicked in.
My favorite: The sniffles hooey function knotty.
Hmmmm? *flash of addled inspiration from coffee-less noggin'*
My humble suggestion, oh please, please, please write a story with a character named Sniffles Hooey. :-)
Cate – The mysteries of the net, eh?
Rebecca – Sniffles Hooey? I’m working on it already.
My fave is the anile tattoo line, but then again I misread it and I have the sense of humour of a six year old.
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