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[livejournal.com profile] ghostgecko requested this. German textbook slash! The backstory:
Rüdiger is a cute young punk boy. He is dating Marion. Marion is lucky to have him, 'cause Rüdiger is sexy and drives a motorcycle, and Marion is frankly kind of a whiny brat. Marion and her Mutter go to an island for a while to have a vacation, leaving Herr Kowlowski on his own with Lars, the bratty child. (Lars is probably off Fußball spielen here.) While on the island, Marion meets a boy named Michael, and they go off and drift romantically on a boat and talk about lost souls. Marion sends home a few letters to this effect. Michael, in the meantime, is cheating on Silke, who is pretty hot, in that Teutonic way. Rüdiger drops out of the story after that, and is never mentioned again, despite having kept Marion company through a motorcycle crash. (Later, Michael gets in trouble with his school for some article he wrote, but nobody really cares about him. Michael is a pussy.)
I wrote this in the Kaya late on a winter's night, while the snow was falling and [livejournal.com profile] diraskyria was trying to study. I have revised it somewhat. The original had Rüdiger rejecting Heinz because he was "alt und hässlich" (he is), and talking about "ein Dreifachgeschlectsverkehr" ("threefold-sex," because my German dictionary neglected to include the definition for "threesome") mit Marion und ihr neue Freund.

The story:
"Ist Marion hier?" Rüdiger gefragt.
"Nein," Heinz sagt, "aber ich bin hier."
"Wo ist Marion?" Rüdiger gefragt.
"Marion, und meine Frau, sind am ein Insel," Heinz sagt.
"Was? Aber sie hat nicht mich gezahlt..."
"Frauen! Sie nicht dir zahlen." Heinz schnaubt. "Marion ist glücklich am der Insel. Sie hat einen neue Freund. Michael. Vielliecht meine Frau hat ein Michael, auch."
Rüdiger war traurig. "Warum hast mir es du gezahlt? Ich hat Marion geliebt..."
"Und jetzt Marion Michael liebt. Das ist Leben." Heinz hat an Rüdigers Schulter geruhren. "Ich willst einige Schnapps dir gibst. Wir willen spielen. Herum Frauen...und nicht herum Frauen."


The translation:
"Is Marion here?" Rüdiger asked.
"No," Heinz said, "but I am here."
"Where is Marion?" Rüdiger asked.
"Marion, and my wife, are on an island," Heinz said.
"What? But she did not tell me..."
"Women! They never tell you." Heinz snorted. "Marion is happy on the island. She has a new boyfriend. Michael. Maybe my wife has a Michael, also."
Rüdiger was sad. "Why have you told me this? I loved Marion..."
"And now Marion loves Michael. Such is life." Heinz touched Rüdiger on the shoulder. "I will give you some Schnapps. We will talk about women...and not about women."

fascinating

Date: 2005-12-16 10:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] majorenglishesq.livejournal.com
this is extremely dramatic.

Re: fascinating

Date: 2005-12-17 08:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kleenexwoman.livejournal.com
the real drama happens among the irregular verbs. They're so angsty.

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