How to convert jpg to text

[shadow.prx]

Or just pay someone on here to do it rofl

[Danny1986]

If you want it done, but can't be bothered to type it up, PM me the image and I will do it for you mate.

EDIT: For free of course.

[BounceR]

ask to a man who knw this language.

[Amz]

If it was in a simple font like courier new or something then OCR recognition would have worked. There is no other way to get it to text other than by manually typing. :/

I can type this in 8-10 mins I guess.

[shadow.prx]

ask to a man who knw this language.

Not sure what language that is

But for the image its English just really hard to read

[Amz]

I typed the text manually! Here it is:

"So she was whining and bitching in her best 'just call me Billie' style, but I think it was just habit. She was excited and happy, Dex. Because she was finally going to be able to get control over the last... little.., bit." He looked at Dex calmly. "I knew she'd come, you see. I knew she'd want to see what kind of mess you gotten yourself into, Dex." "They're Downstairs," Henry told Wilma. Wilma was wearing a bright yellow sleeveless blouse and green pants that were too tight for her. "Right Downstairs." And he uttered a sudden, loud laugh. Wilma's head whipped around and her narrow face darkened with suspicion. "What are you laughing about?" She asked in her loud, buzzing voice. "Your best friend gets in a scrape with a girl and you're laughing?" No, he shouldn't be laughing. But he couldn't help it. It was a sitting under the stairs, sitting there squat and mute, just try telling that thing in the crate to call you Billie, Wilma -- and another loud laugh escaped hi\m and went rolling down the dim first-floor hall like a depth charge. "Well, there is a funny side to it," he said, hardly aware of what he was saying. "Wait'il you see. You'll think--" Her eyes, always questing, never still, dropped to his front pocket where he had stuffed the rubber gloves. "What are those? Are those gloves?" Henry began to spew words. At the same time he put his arm around Wilma's bony shoulders and led her toward the stairs. "Well he's passed out, you know. He smells like distillery. Can't guess how much he drank. Threw up all over everything. I've been cleaning up. Hell of an awful mess, Billie. I persuaded the girl to stay a bit. You'll help me, won't you? This is Dex, after all." "I don't know," she said, as they began to descend the stairs to the basement lab. Her eyes snapped with dark glee. "I'll have to see what the situation is. You don't know anything, that's obvious. You're hysterical. Exactly what I would have expected." "That's right," Henry said. They had reached the bottom of the stairs. "Right around here. Just step right around here." "But the lab's that way--" "Yes... but the girl..." And he began to laugh again in great, loon-like bursts. "Henry, what is wrong with you?" And now that acidic contempt was mixed with something else -- something that might have been fear. That made Henry laugh harder. His laughter echoed and rebounded, filling the dark basement with a sound like laughing banshees or demons approving a particularly good jest. "The girl, Billie," Henry said between bursts of helpless laughter. "That's what's so funny, the girl, the girl has crawled under the stairs and won't come out, that's what's so funny, ah-heh-heh-hahahahaa--" And now the dark kerosene of joy lit in her eyes; her lips curled up like charring paper in what the denizens of hell might call a smile. And Wilma whispered, "What did he do to her?" "You can get her out," Henry babbled, leading her to the dark triangular gaping maw. "I'm sure you can get her out, no trouble, no problem." He suddenly grabbed Wilma at the nape of neck and the waist, forcing her down even as he pushed her into the space under the stairs. "What are you doing?" she screamed querulously. "What are you doing, Henry?" "What I should have done a long time ago," Henry said, laughing. "Get under there Wilma. Just tell it to call you Billie, you bitch." She tried to turn, tried to fight him. One hand clawed for his wrist - he saw her spade-shaped nails slice down, but they clawed only air. "Stop it, Henry!" She cried. "Stop it right now! Stop this foolishness! I-I'll scream!" "Scream all you want!" he bellowed, still laughing. He raised one foot, planted it in the center of her narrow and joyless backside, and pushed. "I'll help you, Wilma! Come on out! Wake up, whatever you are! Wake up! Here's your dinner! Poison meat! Wake up! Wake up! Wilma screamed piercingly, and inarticulate sound that was still more rage than fear. And then Henry heard it. First a low whistle, the sound a man might make while working alone without even being aware of it. Then it

Strange story btw, and it's incomplete too...

[rohanviolin]

Use ABBYY

[Hyperz]

If the text is clear enough any OCR software will do. OCR is also what is often used to get past simple capcha's.