Both me and my cousin got bored again rather quickly, so here is the next installment of our friendly challenges, created by yours truely. :D
250 Words Google Can't Translate
As you can probably guess, the goal of this challenge was to write a short, 250 word, oneshot that Google can't seem translate back and forth between languages.
The requirements of this challenge were:
- 250 original words, no more no less
- When translated by Google to another language, then back to english, either the meaning had to be changed or it just no longer makes any sense in general.
(i.e. "I don't have a team." translates (in latin) to "Non enim erat." and then back to english as "She was not.")
- FLUFF! :D
The way this one is set up:
First is the original story, before we let Google butcher it.
Second is the supposed translation.
Third is what happens when you take the translation and put it back into english.
Home
Even now, when I'm alone, with you all I know is I'm coming home, coming home.
Her ghost boy was still on her mind as she lay in bed, thinking over the day's perfect events. They say there's no place like home, but in her case, home was a person even if he was just now coming to realize it.
For me, it's a glance, and the smile on your face, the touch of your hands and honest embrace.
Tucker had gone home early saying something or another about not missing his mother's meatloaf, leaving the girl and her best friend alone in the Manson's large home. They didn't have to worry about Tucker's remarks about what felt natural for them both.
Sam snuggled up next to him, laying her head on Danny's chest in a rare moment of confidence when it came to her love affairs. Neither one had really planned to end up like that, Sam wrapped in his arms in a comfortable silence, it had just happened. It was sitting like that though that had led Danny to take his turn in having a sudden boost in confidence and go in for the kiss.
She could swear she could still feel his lips on hers as she lay down on her soft bed. For her, Danny was home, and no one else.
For where I lay, it's you I keep, this changing world might fall asleep,
With you, all I know is I'm coming home.
Coming home.
Iam ut Im 'tantum scio, te uenio domum reversum.
Her spiritum puer erat adhuc in animo suo, iacuerat in lecto, existimans in potestatem diei perfectum eventus. Lunch nihil dicunt, sed in causa, si eo modo Domum veniens cognovit.
Mihi illud respicit et risus tuam, honestamque tactum manus sinus.
Tucker ierant domum mane dicens aliquid vel alia de non deest matris eius meatloaf, relicto puella et eius optima amicus sola in Manson scriptor magna domi. Non habent naturaliter senserunt de cura Tucker verba illa.
Sam snuggled ascendit iuxta eum, impositis caput suum super Danny scriptor cistam in rarum momentum fiducia quando venit ad illam amoribus. Tandem unum consilium neque modum essent, commoda Sam saeptus armis silentio, recenti. Eam sedebat similis quod quamvis illud duxerant Danny eius ut auferant vicissim in habens subita boost in fiducia et vade in pro osculum.
Posset iurare posset adhuc sentit labiis eius in cohibitam sicut ipsa accubuere oblitae molli lecto. Ei Danny domus, et non alius.
Ubi enim erat, ut illud tibi haec commutatio rerum posset dormitare,
Te uenio scio, domi.
Veniens domum.
Now that I'm all I know is you I come into the house and found itself.
Er, the spirit of the young Child was still in her mind as she lay in bed, thinking of the day into the power of the perfect events. They say there is no place like home, but in the cause, Coming home in the same way if he knew.
To me, it is related to and your laughter, the touch of the hands of the bay and honest.
Tucker had gone to the house of the morning, saying something or other about not wanting his mother's meatloaf, having left his best girl and a great friend of the writer alone in the Manson at home. They have no thought not well of the care of naturally Tucker wrote those words.
Sam snuggled up next to him, laying her head on Danny's chest in a rare moment of confidence when it comes to love. At last, nor the manner of one mind, they were, by force of arms, wrapped in the silence of the advantages of Sam, a recent. She sat there as though it had to take his turn in Danny a sudden boost in confidence and go in for a kiss.
He could swear that he could still feel his lips on hers as she lay down on her soft bed. To Him, Danny of the house, and not another.
Where, for it was, in order that this change could it to thee asleep,
You know I'm coming home.
Coming home.
Just for the record, the italics are song lyrics (from 'Home' by Vanessa Carlton) I used in the original version of this story changing forms with the rest of it.
In the intrest of fairness, my cousin's version of these challenges can be found under the pen name Ratlah with the same title of 'The Boredom Challenges of Asa and Fish'.
I suggest you read both of our entries for this challenge and leave a review for your favorite! :D
Invisible One