Languagebarrier Stories

Ashima has dreamed of space exploration her entire life. Finally embarking on her first mission, her excitement turns to terror when she crash lands on a planet of ice. Alone and ill-equipped to survive in such harsh terrain, Ashima is found near death by a 7 foot tall alien with lavender skin. Will he be the savior she needs, or is she destined for destruction on this planet who's residents' hearts seem to be made of ice as solid as the planet she found them on? Note: This story is meant to be enjoyable for any age, but there are moments of physical abuse and there are times where the main character remembers the events of her spaceship crash. There is no specific warning for these chapters within the book.

My name is Yuna. I just moved to America with my brother, my stepsister, and my stepmother. I don't know English very well. School is hard and scary. People look at me funny and sometimes laugh; they even bullied me. My step-mom and her daughter are crazy and won't stop trying to make me leave the house so she can inherit my dad's money. My brother Taeyeon is my hero. He protects me and make me feel safe. I want to be normal, have friends, and be happy, but life always makes it hard. I have five languages in my head, but still feel lost. The same in China, Korea, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, and now even in America, everyone disliked me. Can I survive this new world and find who I really am?

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 (🏀🩰) 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐔𝐕 𝐔 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ❝ lost in translation, found in love. ❞ [Book 3 of the 'Constellation of Us' Trilogy] [can be read as stand alone] weak hero class au go hyuntak 𝔁 fem oc

Pasi X Reader!!! This is for me and the five other heavy trip fans lol (I'm currently working on two stories be patient)

When a secretive but routine mission goes catastrophically wrong, its singular survivor is tasked with picking up meaningless fragments in the aftermath. With nothing to recover and no one to save, he is left to make sense of the intangible and find a new purpose. Of Engineers, Humans, monsters and the gears of fate. This story follows the events of another of mine, Those Whom Fortune Favours, from the Last Engineer's perspective.

A sudden storm damages Queen's private jet on their way to Australia, forcing them into the ocean. The four wake on a small clutter of islands located off the South African coast. After figuring out their problem, they scramble to build shelter and find food. But, had anyone payed attention, they would have noticed that they weren't the island's only occupants... (Based off the game: Ocean is Home)

A tower. A magical Divide. A boy...or a monster?

Glitches are beings that take the form of video game characters and cause chaos with the characters' abilities in the real world. Luckily this world has a force made to protect the world from glitches and wipe the minds of anyone who witnesses it. But glitches are only limited to what character they become, that means if the Character can teleport so can the glitch and so on. One of these glitches so happens to take the form of a boss from a game that creates portals into other dimensions that it will try to shoot debris from. of course something would have fallen into one of these portals, and of course, it's neither human or glitch. instead the creature so happens to be a squid. (COVER IS WIP FOR NOW, WILL CHANGE SOMEDAY SOON) (if there is any art shown it will be of my art, I don't like to steal images off Google and I so happen to like drawing)

Harry walked to his death in the Forbidden Forest, and he didn't get back up. Harry woke up in a different forest than the one he died in, in a whole new world, in fact. Wizards were apparently Istari here, god-like eternal beings sent to police this world by the actual gods. The description of the Istari wasn't too off, but he denied it. He wasn't an Istar, and he couldn't say he was a Wizard, as that and Istari were interchangeable here. What was there for him to call himself, then? A mage? HP / LOTR crossover

Using different names, this is a non-fiction story about myself, a girl from a small town in Massachusetts, having met a boy from Guangdong, China at a teriyaki and sushi bar at a mall food court. This is the (short) story of how we met, eventually became friends and broke our language barrier (kind of). Forward to 2024, I have visited Leo a few years after this encounter. Shortly after visiting him, Leo posted on wechat that he had a significant other. Life drifting us apart, I have not talked to him in for a few years now, and it seems he has gotten married and had a baby. I am happy for him. He deserves to be happy. But for those who may get the impression... yes, I had a huge crush on him and was too shy to pursue, especially with the language barrier. And I have no idea if it the crush was reciprocated. Perhaps I will write a second chapter about my visiting him. PS: The cover photo is an AI filter of an actual photo of us using BeautyCam.

"You are not to try to find Hezor, if you do in fact know him. You are not to return to our capital ever. If you are to follow these rules, you are not to find yourself tortured for slanderous charges against a superior. Understand Ceiki?" Bryn completely understood. It was apparent from what he had called her. Ceiki, also known as 'other'. She repeated the word that Hezor had taught her for 'yes'. Her translator may work to interpret them, but she had yet to come across another that could translate her language for them. The Yenzi had yet to find Earth and its many languages. ******* Bryn met Hezor while stuck on an alien ship they were both abducted to. She was able to escape when Hezor's people, the Yenzi, but Hezor was not so lucky. She was placed with a local family in a small village far from any civilization. She was left with a warning from one of those who saved her to forget Hezor. Its hard to forget about your alien love when he's left you with a little piece of him in the form of a child. Is Hezor dead? Is he still imprisoned by the aliens that took them? Is anyone looking for him? Will he ever come for her or their little boy?

If someone told Cecille she would discover a portal to a foreign land that day, she would've said they were not in their right mind. If someone told Cecille she would be found in the middle of the desert by a shirtless man in a jackal headpiece, she would've said they were most definitely insane. If someone then proceeded to continue and tell her that she was going to be taken in custody for plotting with a band of 'eremites', she would've laughed in their face. Cecille wished someone would've told her. --- Cecille finds a portal and is transported into the world of Teyvat.

Carmen is a musician. Actually, she is little more than a runaway, struggling to make it on her own after she deserts her life of servitude under a wealthy family in the trade nation of Roell. That is until she catches the eye of a famous performer who puts her talent to use, if not her face. Living in a sort of limbo between the fame that her songs have amassed and the anonymity of the poor and faceless masses, she begins to write the changes she wishes she could create, accompanied by a fiery, trouble-prone child, a maid who has unclear intentions at the best of times, a butler who seems to speak only in riddles when faced with a question about more important topics than butter knives, and a cook who can't understand a word being said to him.

This Indian reimagining keeps the core dynamic of the original story but adds a local cultural twist, focusing on the Hindi language instead of Russian and incorporating the personalities and atmosphere of an Indian school environment.

Mark Watney, a botanist of the Hermes spacecraft headed on thei way to Mars was not expecting to find himself alone and left behind after the crew was told to abort mission. However, Mark isn't quite as alone as he thought. Now he has to get past the many barriers they come across and figure out a way to send Mark back home. Preferably alive.

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"Hello mortal, I'm (Y/n), daughter of Hades and Persephone," He squints, blinking slowly and rubbing his eyes once more. "So I'm here becau-" "SASAENG!" - In which Jimin and (Y/n) learn that the world they know it as, may not be all it seems || BTS Jimin X Reader ||Start: 30/7/2021 ||End : ??? -it's not as unholy as the title seems-

Felled in the latter half of World War II on unfamiliar turf, Kim of the Allied forces proved a devoted pawn for the American army, dying for her people as fiercely as she'd lived. Back in the Battle of the Bulge she'd drawn her final breath, saying a prayer for her country and her friends as her soul was put to rest... Fast forward to present day in Germany. Her body unclaimed by any family and left alongside her comrades as a historical tribute, a young witch dabbling in Necromancy picks over the remains. "A female soldier.. how peculiar for this era," She remarks to herself. The corpse, astoundingly still intact more or less, is dragged away in the dead of night.

My dress clings to my body as the rain soaked through the thin fabric. We stand sheltered underneath the shed's perforated wooden roof, our wet bikes pitched up against its moulding timber walls, feeling the temperature drop around us. I don't realise I'm shivering until Mannfry's warm hands reach for my shoulders and he starts softly rubbing his arms up and down the length of my arms. There's a slight smile on his parted lips. With every breath he takes, I see his condensing misty breath exhale around us. I take very slow deliberate steps towards him until I am able to turn my head and rest my left cheek on his chest. from this angle, I can see Postdamm 44 in all its glory as it stands against the grey cloudy sky. Its dark wooden beams blend in with the wetting cherry brick. The overgrown vines up its side glistened wetly. The house was made for this landscape and every part of it screams so. As I take in the great historical house, I feel Mannfryd hesitating against me. His heart beats louder, creating a rhythm with the platter of the rain around us. His hesitation doesn't last. I feel his muscular arms wrap tentatively around me, engulfing me in his warm cocoon. I feel his lips touch the top of my head and have to close my eyes as the warmth sends a lovely shiver down the back of my neck and the length of my spine. __________________ A last-minute biking trip through northern Germany sounds like the perfect getaway for Amani. Away from the bustling city of Dubai, away from her overbearing parents, her ungrateful boss, her catty friends and her unattainable crush. After meeting her tour guide, the silent and borderline unfriendly Mannfryd, she starts to second-guess her rash decision. Add the wet and rainy German weather and what was meant to be a resetting expedition slowly turns into a nightmare. When a neglected house numbered 44 on the street called Postdamm stops her in her track, she learns that the north had more in store for her than she'd expected.