Languages hikaye

All completed stories. Ongoing stories. All languages are welcome. Readers and Writers can sign up their favorite stories

This is a story set in the canon universe for the six girls. They are told and shown, at the start of the year, that their schedules this year are pretty packed : music shows, headlines, interviews, and more. Their manager tells them they won't be able to go back to their home countries like they usually do to celebrate their national holidays. They are sad, of course, but they overcome it and settle on a date, which is technically in the middle of all of their holidays, to celebrates all holidays combined together. **The girls still live together, but in a new dorm and each of them have their own rooms, but they often sleep in another member's room.** **I never really like Missy, even in the documentary, so I gave the girls a new, still female, manager.**

A love story between an African-American female and a Korean guy. Through meeting and getting to know each other, from strangers to lovers, these two come together. Throughout their adventure, they encounter many controversial and stereotypical moments. Highest ratings: #3 topic

My life had always filled with secrets. I had to lie about everything that had happened during my childhood. Sometimes people that are close to me don't even know the real me. It's the only thing that had kept me and my siblings alive this long. For years all I could do was hide away. Just to fulfill the promise I made all those years ago. But like the old saying, ' The truth always has a way of coming out.' Little did I know, everything in my life was about to change. (Updates may be a bit slow in the future, so I apologize in advance.)

Alessia lives in Laguna. The village is safe, beautiful and controlled. They live by rules which are hard to handle for Calum. She doesn't like him that much but understands him as she meets again with Michael. Luke Hemmings, a boy who just moved from Australia, keeps her mind focused. Not to forget the handsome surf instructor Ashton.

It is the end of an age and dawn of a new era. From the heavens above comes salvation to a forgotten warrior who is given the celestially ordained power to revoke the evils of the Nether.

The Lucky Number of mine,23.Its true I'm 23 years old.I know 23 different languages and I'm soon to be stuck in a vampire Natzis war.Believe me it isn't a tea party. My name is Caroline Jones and I am soon to be tangled up in a vampire war with a demanding boss,a charming vampire and a life I never wanted to live against

Ever noticed the differences between translated books? This book has exactly 30 examples.

There are words for every feeling in every language Shara Martín knows. In Arabic, the word for heartache folds into the throat like a whisper. In French, love hides behind irony and perfect grammar. In English, pain is clinical. Distant. Manageable. Shara knows how to say goodbye in twenty-four dialects. She just never learned how to mean it. At thirty-two, she is the woman people send into the fire when the world needs clarity. Her tongue is sharp, her reputation sharper. She walks through terminals, embassies, and translation booths with the precision of someone who refuses to be misunderstood. But outside the work, in the margins of time-when the headset is off, and the phone stops buzzing-it's different. That's when the crack shows. Not in her speech, but in the silence. The kind of silence that widens slowly, bringing with it that same ache she thought she'd learned to name. It has nothing to do with being gay. Or being brilliant. Or being alone. It has everything to do with being fluent in everyone else's truth but her own.

we are full of words. There is beauty in words

Hello! Hola! Bonjour bah bienvenido dans mes petites écrits où je traduirais à chaque post une traduction espagnole et anglais de mes petites histoires françaises... Enfin histoire je crois pas trop! Hello bah bienvenido in my little writings where I would translate each post a Spanish and English translation of my little French stories ... Finally story I think not too much! Hola, bienvenidos a mis pequeños escritos donde traduciría cada publicación al español y al inglés de mis pequeñas historias en francés ... ¡Finalmente, no creo que sea demasiada historia!

I wrote this for school, so it may be a little rushed till I fix it up a bit (if I fix it up a bit). Anyway, it is a short story based in Space. In 2095. Spactorian Democracy of Space is the first official Space country. Most Earth Countries are not the same to what they were in 2020's.

Learn. Learn.

Basically some Korean lessons so everyone can learn this amazing language! I'm still learning it, so perhaps we can study together~

I put some songs through Google Translate in this order: English, Spanish, French, Russian, Japanese, then back to English. Feel free to suggest songs!

""river in your eyes i will follow its long path time can forgive us." - HaikuSocial N/B: None of the artworks used belong to me. N/B: Translations are rather loose, and simply used to show diversity. Feel free to correct if needs be. Thank you and Enjoy.

Elizabeth is 20 years old when she finally moves to Spain. It's not the same as it would have been if she'd gone two years earlier but she still got there. Free as ever you might say. But it doesn't feel that way, the death of her mother is still fresh on her mind and the impression that she doesn't deserve this newfound freedom doesn't leave her. The days are long and feel blue in this sunny place until...until he appears, until she feels his gaze from the balcony high up, until he starts talking with his gentle charming words and his soft gestures and this quiet power that ripples off of him making her feel uneasy. It starts as a subtle attraction, like a faint breeze in this hot country in this hot summer, it's hard to tell what he wants. He's scares her at first but his presence starts feeling good, it cuts the loneliness, it interrupts the roaring in her chest. But than, she remembers that she was scared for a reason.

I decided to create this collection when I realized that my poems were starting to accumulate. I used to have a hard time with poems. But now I see progress and want to share them with you. The poems will be of various types, genres, and languages. But mainly in English, of course

An explanation/ conversation of why English might not be the best language out there. Is the Expansion of the English Language really a good thing? Is it important to preserve other languages?