Bassim
VIP Member
- Joined
- Mar 1, 2008
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Bosnian
- Home Country
- Bosnia Herzegovina
- Current Location
- Sweden
Would you please correct the mistakes in these sentences?
Anna frequently went to church until one day she saw a familiar face sitting in a pew. Paul killed her brother ten years ago, and now he was back. While her brother was rotting in his grave his killer looked healthy as ever. With his baby, clean-shaven face he was drawing looks from other parishioners. She watched him receiving the wafer and wine and making the sign of the cross and felt a stone in the pit of her stomach. She remained sitting, trying to hide the disgust growing inside her. She thought she was going to throw up. Her memory took her back to that fateful evening when Paul plunged the knife into her brother's body as if he was playing with a doll. His brother's and her own screams pierced the summer night while Paul squealed with delight like a child enjoying his toy. The blood splattering over him seemed to make him only more excited. Mark should have been twenty six this year, probably would have been married and fathered a couple of children, but instead he was turning into dust. Who had ordered his premature release? Why didn't authorities contact her beforehand? What was he doing in church? Seeking forgiveness? He would never get it from her. He had ruined her life forever. Her stomach was twisting, causing her to retch. She rushed outside, bent beside a privet and threw up.
Anna frequently went to church until one day she saw a familiar face sitting in a pew. Paul killed her brother ten years ago, and now he was back. While her brother was rotting in his grave his killer looked healthy as ever. With his baby, clean-shaven face he was drawing looks from other parishioners. She watched him receiving the wafer and wine and making the sign of the cross and felt a stone in the pit of her stomach. She remained sitting, trying to hide the disgust growing inside her. She thought she was going to throw up. Her memory took her back to that fateful evening when Paul plunged the knife into her brother's body as if he was playing with a doll. His brother's and her own screams pierced the summer night while Paul squealed with delight like a child enjoying his toy. The blood splattering over him seemed to make him only more excited. Mark should have been twenty six this year, probably would have been married and fathered a couple of children, but instead he was turning into dust. Who had ordered his premature release? Why didn't authorities contact her beforehand? What was he doing in church? Seeking forgiveness? He would never get it from her. He had ruined her life forever. Her stomach was twisting, causing her to retch. She rushed outside, bent beside a privet and threw up.
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