Little Space Language Novels & Stories

"Catherine, the conference room was crowded just now, and I didn't have the chance to talk to you. Luckily, you haven't forgotten our code, or else I would have had to come find you personally." When the two of them left the conference room earlier, Richard used a particular language to hint at Catherine, asking her to meet at the coffee bar on the second floor. They had once worked in the same laboratory on the same project. A few members used a special tapping method to create a language in their leisure time. This language was similar to Morse code and could translate some short texts. In the world, only a few people from their laboratory knew this language. Compared to Catherine's compos

It was a graveyard of things I'd lost. "Come stay at my place," Alex said. I looked at him, surprised. "Your place?" "Yeah. It's safe." When we got there, I paused at the threshold. The apartment was tiny, a studio with barely enough room to swing a cat. I looked through the open door toward the bathroom, then turned back to him. "Your bathroom is literally smaller than Odell's walk-in closet." Alex let out a soft, tired laugh. "Yeah, I know. Luxury living."

I ask her. "And then you can discuss punishment and special rules," she explains to us. "Do you want to read it? Or should I read it?" Nickolai offers me, but I pay better attention while I'm reading. "I'll read it, thank you," I say wanting to see the papers for myself, I started reading right away. Dom and Littles contract. Definition: A little is someone who regresses to a younger headspace, the expected headspace is between three and four.

McKenzie looked at Charmine coldly; pride and arrogance radiated from her face. It was evident just how victorious she felt with just a glance at her expression. Among the voices, Charmine's red lips curved into a smirk as she glanced at the crowd. "Just because you haven’t heard of it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist! What I said was the language of a small tribe in the southwest forest. It was the language of Japatoda! This language is being recorded in the national language museum!

Yvonne couldn’t help but ask when the trio didn’t utter a single word since they entered her apartment. Lily and Jack weren’t bothered by the mess but instead wondered why the room was so small. Although they were pleased with how tall the building was, it was a mystery to them how their favorite person’s home was so small. The living room alone was the size of Lily’s princess room, where she kept her toys and played with them. Still, they were happy to be at her home. “Your home is cute and beautiful,” Lily said, her definition of small. Micheal held back a chuckle.

cause harm, and to maybe set a trap for Lila to come out of her own volition. She closed her eyes momentarily, before opening them narrowed. The words that had been understood were far too vague and may not have the correct connotations that she was used to. Jasper had spoken to her about language in the past, a linguistics specialist admittedly being far more helpful than the vague descriptions and metaphors that he had provided for a few words that were eventually going to be invented, with a lot of the language that he used being far more... emotional, in terms of association, than anything Lila was used to.

“So whose nation, then?” “None. When I called them the old words, I meant it. There’s no name for this language, so we only call it the old tongue when spoken, and the old words when written. It can’t be learned, only known, innately. Your brother is a very special young man.”

Liem replied "Sorry sorry I mean that the common language in the world in why the four of us here can speak your language because we have been specially trained to learn the language of the world in" Said Milka. "Oh like that so how can you teach me to understand the language of the outside world?" Liem asked Milka

Even if he was a boy with his slender figure, he still gave people a feeling of "ice beauty." They hadn't seen each other for only four years. The child had obviously lived in a harsh environment, but he had grown into such a beauty. However, it was precisely because of this harsh environment that he had grown up in that it was too dangerous... John frowned slightly, walked to him, and said to him in standard T language, "My T language is not good, but it should be enough to communicate with you." Perhaps he didn't expect that John could speak in Language T, and he could understand it. The young man looked at him in surprise, but his eyes were absolutely not friendly. "Who are you?"

Proficiency in Duskwild Expanse Tribal tongue. I froze. Nobody studied the gutter-speak of the Expanse. It was a harsh, guttural language used by the scavengers and the forgotten. But I had lived it for eight years. I had breathed it. The pay was enough to cover a year’s worth of blood-supplements for my mother and a safe nest for the child I was carrying. I attached my resume and hit send, finally drifting into a shallow sleep. A low growl or perhaps the heavy thud of a boot woke me. I didn't open my eyes, burying my face deeper into the pillow, which now smelled heavily of rain and aged bourbon.