English Short Novels & Stories

Stood out but not the height. Shhhhh! Hahaha. "Sofia! Kyaaah!" The four of them screamed when they saw me. They quickly approached me so that they could hug me at the same time. Ella is still jumping because I finally showed up to them. "SHHHHHH!" Other customers shh us, so the new ones sat down quickly. "I'm sorry." Kiwi immediately apologized that made us laughed because of her accent. She is a foreigner because of her appearance as well as the accent she has. After all, she is not from here.

The pride could be seen on the faces of his two subordinates when they found that Cecil really could shoot all the birds. One of the villagers went to pick up the prizes for Cecil who put them in the bag. Actually, in the villager’s idiom, they called snipe “Bo Sar Hnget” which could be rendered as “The bird which is eaten by British Officer”. Cecil was really much enjoying shooting snipe, and he also felt proud of his own dexterity at shooting. They headed to other five or six fields, and they got 20 or 25 snipes in bags. When they looked at the sky, the sun was almost showing its intensity to its fullness. Cecil thought that they should stop for todays’ snipe shooting.

I'm not perfect and English definitely is not my first language so please. Enjoy....

Remon had come up and his two hands were in his pocket now. "Did you enjoy it? You seem to be getting the kids inside," he said, and I am a bit confused. I don't know if that is praise or if Remon is insulting me today. "You know what's happier?" I walked to the bar counter and got a Chivas Regal there. I slowly sipped the glass after I translated it.

"I'll drive you back to the apartment in a few." "Okay." "Just say so if you need anything," Enzo replied. His English accent was more audible when he said "drive". He'd always sounded more of a Londoner than an Italian whenever he spoke English, and his warm breath smelled strongly of wine now. Like me, he was wearing a plain black shirt and dark gray jeans.

His expression had gradually become one similar to those of Chris Gordon’s. Under the ardent encouragement from the English teacher, Ryan Dixon very reluctantly responded: “…..Shit.” “Almost, but to be more accurate it could be holy shit or bloody hell. I’m sure you all have watched plenty of British and American shows so you can pay attention to how they say it. I know most of the boys here are in the science stream and many don’t like to learn English so I won’t talk about how it will benefit you in the future when you start working but it is very fulfilling when you become able to watch the shows without the need for subtitles and travel overseas without needing a translator. I hope you a

“Alright, Princess, lesson time.” “Lesson?” I echoed. “Yes,” she said with a grin. “We are teaching you how to speak English.” I frowned. “But I already speak English.” She waved her hand. “You speak fancy English. Royal English. Drama English. We need you speaking like a normal person. Not like a walking Shakespeare play.” “I do not know what a Shakespeare is,” I said slowly. “Is it a creature?” “No,” she laughed. “He was a writer.” “Was he royal?” I asked.