The camera

Bonjour, bonsoir. Alors voilà, pour les amateurs d'anglais, une nouvelle courte écrite pour une évaluation d'anglais, sans dictionnaire donc à priori assez simple, normalement. Il fallait écrire une nouvelle à suspense.

The Camera

Mary said goodbye to her friends, Amber and Lily, and crossed the street, a smile on her lips. This evening had been a great one, with her two best friends, a good film, popcorn and short spooky stories. She shivered as she was walking to her car. Nights were still cold there, in March. She looked at her watch and gasped. It was already nine o'clock and she had a rendez-vous with her boyfriend at quarter to nine, near the town, in a big dune. She tried to call him to explain why she was late and that she was about to come, but the phone was ringing and he didn't answer. Hurrying, she put her bag in the back of her car, took the key and drove to the place. Ten minutes later, when she arrived, there were a few cars in the car park, and one of them was her boyfriend's. She sighed with relief. He was still waiting for her, somewhere at the top of the dune.
After she had walked a few minutes, she finally found a board which read the way to the dune, a little path through the wood which circled the seaside. She shivered. The path was dark and the wind, colder and stronger, was passing between the skeleton-shaped trees with a sinister whistling. As she began to walk across the wood, she looked up to the sky, hoping to see a nice star, or anything else relieving. But dark clouds were hiding the stars. The only thing she saw was the big pale eye of the full moon behind the strange black shape of the clouds. Immediately, she looked down but it was too late : she was already remembering the spooky stories her friends had told her. Were-wolf, serial-killers and bloody bodies were dancing in her mind. She began to walk faster, afraid of every noise, from those she made herself to the wind or the cry of a howl.
The path seemed to be endless and she began to panic, thinking she was lost there, in the middle of the wood, when she finally arrived in front of the dune. She looked up at the top of it when the the clouds went away from the moon, which lightened a shape. A man was standing there. Thinking it was her boyfriend, Mary began to walk. Suddenly, she stopped. She had just seen something in the hand of the man. That was something shining, grey and red. A knife, she thought. He was holding a bloody knife, her terrified mind was pretty sure of that. Very slowly, she came back in the wood and took her mobile phone. She wanted to call her boyfriend, she wanted him to come to her, she was paralyzed. But at that moment, the man in the top of the dune began to move forward, in her direction. Fearfully; she tried to hide behind a tree before he saw her. But when he passed in front of her, she walked on a small bush. As soon as he heard it, the man turned his head and saw her. Trembling, she hardly managed not to scream when he spoke to her.
“Mary ? Is that you ?”, a well-known voice asked.
“Tim ?” she murmured before sighing with relief. Yes, it was her boyfriend, just in front of her. But in his hand...
“What are you carrying ?” she asked anxiously.
“What, that ? It's my new camera. I took photographs of the twilight. But, tell me, what are doing behind a tree ?”
But Mary didn't answer. She was so relieved that she only could laugh low, with some tears in her eyes, her heart still running in her chest.

J'aime bien, la langue est à la fois simple et facile à comprendre mais ce n'est pas non plus du niveau 6e. J'ai complètement marché dans l'histoire je dois bien l'avouer ^^ la chute est pas mal, je ne m'y attendais pas ^^" en fait je m'attendais à l'inverse : une chute plus fantastique plutôt qu'un retour à la réalite (mais peut-être que son copain est un tueur en série qui massacre les gens à coup d'appareil photo... )
Je viens de revoir que c'était sans dictionnaire alors chapeau parce que niveau vocabulaire c'est pas mal du tout je ne sais pas si je pourrai faire mieux... ^^

Merci beaucoup Snoop.
Lol je vois bien le truc...massacre à l'appareil photo. Peut-être qu'en fait, le rouge et argent c'est pas sa vraie couleur, peut-être qu'à l'origine il est seulement argenté.... et en plus, elle a vu d'autres voitures mais n'a croisé personne... bouuuuuuuh ! Enfin bon la dune est grande. Je ne sais pas si tu as reconnu, ni même si tu te souviens de la sortie qu'on avait fait là bas, mais je me suis inspirée de la dune du Pila.
^^
En fait pour le vocabulaire je n'ai pas tant de mérite. J'avais déjà fait un travail sur les histoires qui font peur l'année dernière donc on avait appris du vocabulaire, et cette année on a du écrire une première nouvelle chez nous, et on avait droit au dictionnaire donc j'ai retenu certains mots.

Non j'avais pas du tout fait le lien avec la dune du Pila (ça s'écrit avec un i ou un y? oO) !! Mais c'est normal l'inpression que je garde de cet endoit c'est surtout la torture de monter cette fichue côte de sable avec le soleil qui tapait... trop fort ^^ Or dans ton texte c'est la nuit Mais c'est vrai que maintenant que tu me le dis, quand je relis le début, le mélange de la dune, du bois, de la mer ... C'est la dune du Pila ^^
Après pour la chute... En fait quand on entend la voix de son copain j'ai vraiment cru que c'était un tueur en série ^^ Mais j'aime bien la fi parce qu'en fait on sait pas si ça se trouve le copain est vraiment un tueur en série qui prend ses victimes en photos

Oui c'est vrai. ^^ J'y suis aussi allée de nuit, au mois de février. Enfin la descente était de nuit. Je ne sais pas si c'est un i ou un y, je ne me suis même pas posé la question.
Contente que la fin soit à ton goût.