Little Space Language Novels & Stories

“Enough bickering people. You do not want to get attention from people.” Kale huffed laughing. “Where are the people? Come on, just tell me where they are?” Miles sighed at her reaction saying no more. They walked on, entering another room. The room was way bigger than the other rooms. The size of the room was five times bigger than her house and it marveled Angela. There were words written in black on old unsmooth woods. Some of them were in different languages she didn’t recognize but most were thankfully in English. “Are we going to read all these?!” Kale asked frowning.

Elijah and I looked at each other and without even saying anything, we both understood what was going on in the other person's mind. The landlady asked us to look around the house and we did. Honestly, there was nothing much to look around. The house had no separate bedroom; it was just a narrow space with one kitchen and a small bathroom. The house was so small that Elijah looked like a giant standing inside it. "So, what do you think?" The landlady triggered the question seeing that none of us were talking. I forced a smile and said, "The house is really pretty. Can we know how much the rent is?"

I rested my hand on her knee and smiled proudly. “Wait, I thought she didn’t speak English?” Brody objected as Liza clapped her hands, clearly impressed. “Just...a little.” Vasha used her thumb and forefinger to pinch a small amount of air in front of us. “I speak little English.” We all laughed, and she smiled in confusion. Language barriers were usually frustrating, but I knew everyone meant well.

It would be a miracle if we do not rip each other’s heads off within the first day of staying here. “Get in, Mason,” Braden orders. “We must dump this dude far, far away from here.” Axel, Elara and I shuffle inside, already crowding the living room with our babies. I move into the bedroom and discover it is even tinier than it looks from the outside, with barely enough room for a bed. Great. “Damn, it’s small,” Elara walks up behind me and looks over my shoulder. “Yeah,” I chuckle nervously. “You should take it.”

But Far warmer than a cold cave. “Time is tight…” “This is the only one left.” “The space… isn’t very big.” Lycan said, slightly embarrassed. Too many females had arrived recently. The better houses Had all been taken. Only this small one remained.

Su Lan: Sorry, you were too small so I didn't see you. Space Spirit: (Black lines going down his forehead) "Who are you calling small!" Su Lan and Pom Pom gave a look that says "you". Space Spirit: "Humph! So what if I look small I am older than both of you." Su Lan and Pom Pom: "Sure (Woof)....don't act like it." Space Spirit: "...." Spirit: "Why are you looking for me?" Su Lin: "I have a few questions I want to ask."

Finally, during a brief lull in his calls, I gather the courage to ask. “What language were you speaking just now?” He glances at me, a charming smile gracing his lips. “Oh, just one of the human languages. Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.” He’s so dismissive, so casual, that I don’t press further. It’s probably just another one of the many strange things about this new world. As he finishes another call, the dense woods begin to thin, replaced by more and more… structures. At first, they’re small and spread out, like the motel, but then they grow taller, closer together, until we’re surrounded by a dizzying array of buildings that scrape the sky.

PLEASE NO! [Mysterious person 2] This planet is filled with strange species. But they're weak and fragile what a shame and they don't speak our language. [Mysterious person 3] well that's to bad we came here looking for Arkcadis not these species. [Mysterious person 1] "Speaking in the old language" (Hebrew) [Mysterious person 2] Yes we would have to search the caves that these species was entering. And by the way Shinjuku speak their language. because we might have to blend in with these species.

They slowly walk towards me when they saw me wondering the book. " What does this mean. " I pointed in the text. Then they looked closely. "ننسى أنها ستغزو السلطة. الحب سوف يزعج كل شيء" " That's a Semitic language... " Arice said. " ... That's what we study the last day. That language is called Semitic language. " She's listening in the discussion? Now I realized, she sometimes listens to class. I thought she doesn't.

Kade asked. The fragment tried to speak again. The sound was less painful this time. Almost like words. Almost like language forming from nothing. “G-g-g…” It struggled. Tried again. “Go. Gone. Not gone. Here. There. Everywhere.” It's the first words. Broken. Confused. But words. Actual communication. “Yes. The stars are far away but still visible. Still present. That is distance. That is space. That is one of the things existence has that nothing does.” I smiled. “You did well. You spoke. You communicated. That is amazing.”