God Confused Their Language Novels & Stories

" Hmm great... You understand simple English, right? If not, we can switch the mode of language into the one you really understand." This is really scary!! What's the language he can switch to? He means French, Spanish, Arabic...? Or something else, I want to know but I feel patrified to push him but again my curiosity " What's this language?" " So you are bored of English and really find it funny to push me beyond the limits." Why does this language sound bad? Should I know? No I guess " Why not?" He glared at me with dark eyes... I swear that changed

͜0̷̨̜̦̠̳̯̯͆̾̐́̋͛͆͂͆̎̀̽̅ ̸̧̡̣͕̱̪̱̟̜̭̣̦̹̳̤̣̣͓̜͕̼̖̳̺̥̮̹͛̀̎̄͒͆̎̒̀̊͂͛̓̍̑́̍͛̂̍̏̏̉̅͌̎̚̚͝ This time, however, his voice turned gibberish. The word that came out of his mouth made no sense to Creed. His mind started to boggling while trying to decipher what this man had said. What puzzled Creed more than that, this guy started with speaking his language, but after a single sentence, his language changed as if he was a foreigner. "I'm sorry! What?" "…" again no reply came from his side when Creed asked the question. "I-am-sorry" Creed tried his best with his gesture and to shorten his sentences to make him understand as much as he could, "I-do-not-understand-your-language"

She sent her back to England. Making a decision to start the work of God in Igboland was not the major problem James faced, speaking the language of the tribe was the huge rock that stood in his way. As he was duly thought by his father, he knelt down and prayed to God everyday for him to send an interpreter that would be able to teach him Igbo language and also serve as his guide. His prayers were answered but it took a while.

Guilt flashed across their faces as they lowered their heads. I quickly shook my head. "You can't blame them. The Long family ruined my voice and covered my face. "I barely ate while I was with them. I lost so much weight. It makes sense that Zara and Joyce didn't recognize me. "Besides… they figured it out in the end." Then curiosity suddenly got the better of me. "So... how did you finally know it was me?" Zara and Joyce exchanged a glance before Joyce answered quietly. "We already felt something was off. Every time we tried to get a better look at you, that horrible couple from the Long family found a way to interrupt us.

After that, I immediately turned around and left the room because my irritation was getting worse. “Why do you look like that?” I ignored Alice, who had just arrived, because I was in such a terrible mood. Honestly, I felt like exploding. “Assist them with what they chose,” I simply ordered coldly. “Wait a minute,” Alice said while looking confused. “Did something happen?” I suddenly froze because of her question. “He can’t possibly like his own goddaughter,” I blurted out in frustration. “Has he gone crazy?” “What?” Alice asked in shock. “Wait, explain properly.”

She might get grumpy if she came here me gone. "Okay. But later." I agreed. [Yeah. Later. There are people inside my office right now. So... it's really later.] My forehead automatically wrinkled. Is there someone in his office? Who? I'm not allowed there then. They would wonder why I was there. Why didn't he say who they were? And what did he said? Only later? I laughed realised what he said. /////You might not get the joke here. it was a language conflict joke. its in tagalog. I can't do it/its not funny in pure english////

She wriggled harder on the table. Then they all spoke as if they were one mind in several bodies. The language was familiar to her and she realized it was the language of the Gods. At first she could hear them chanting the words, but as the chanting intensified she absorbed the energy of the words and heard perfectly what they were saying.

Mindy’s sweet voice drifted out from the recording device, speaking in Kurtazaggn. Dwight, with a smile, turned to one of the ministers. ‘You are fluent in Kurtazaggn. Why don’t you translate this for us?’ The language, filled with retroflex consonants, proved challenging. Despite the linguistic difficulty, however, the words ‘Mindy’ and ‘Miss Conway’ caught everyone’s attention.

“See?” he said, gesturing at her as if she’d just made his point for him. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You talk like a bard on a sugar high.” “And I have no idea what you say half the time,” he continued, narrowing his eyes. “How can it be that we both speak English but every word that comes out of your mouth sounds like gibberish? It’s like your tongue is moving and your brain’s just along for the ride.”

For some reason, he asked Alvaro about his confusion. He even started to pull Alvaro onto his lap. Until they both looked at Dean's grave, "Confused?" Alvaro raised one eyebrow. "Often, uh, but confused in what sense first?" Kean thought for a moment. "I don't know, the point is that after they appeared and approached, The confusion was so great, it suddenly hit me." After saying that, Kean chuckled. It seemed unconscious, making Alvaro flinch. In that instant, Alvaro knew he had guessed wrong. Now, Kean was not calm.