Mangled Esperanto
Apr. 9th, 2005 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
estiroseWell, I managed to write something, or at least managed to revive my flagging Esperanto abilities a little. (And mangled the language, but that's another thing.)
Now that Fanfiction.net has a language category for Esperanto, I wrote a tiny little fic in it. So I am the only Power Rangers Esperanto-language author now. It doesn't show up on the default English PR listing; you have to especially select Esperanto.
I've had some calls to translate the silly thing, and I've done so in an LJ-cut.
Characters don't belong to me, they belong to Saban/BVE/VRP.
He Isn't
By Estirose
The weather was cold, despite the bright sun that shone on the earth. Trip moved rapidly through the unsuspecing humans of the planet.
Nobody paid attention to the young asian with the green hair. He was almost invisible, but he felt that everybody could see him. He hid his tears, because he remembered he was a Time Force officer.
He wished he wasn't. But that wasn't the truth.
Thrip also wished that he was human, that he could understand how humans thought.
How his teammates thought.
He wished, that he understood everything. That he could act human.
That he could act like his teammates.
But he wasn't human. He was Xybrian.
And that he would never understand.
Now that Fanfiction.net has a language category for Esperanto, I wrote a tiny little fic in it. So I am the only Power Rangers Esperanto-language author now. It doesn't show up on the default English PR listing; you have to especially select Esperanto.
I've had some calls to translate the silly thing, and I've done so in an LJ-cut.
Characters don't belong to me, they belong to Saban/BVE/VRP.
He Isn't
By Estirose
The weather was cold, despite the bright sun that shone on the earth. Trip moved rapidly through the unsuspecing humans of the planet.
Nobody paid attention to the young asian with the green hair. He was almost invisible, but he felt that everybody could see him. He hid his tears, because he remembered he was a Time Force officer.
He wished he wasn't. But that wasn't the truth.
Thrip also wished that he was human, that he could understand how humans thought.
How his teammates thought.
He wished, that he understood everything. That he could act human.
That he could act like his teammates.
But he wasn't human. He was Xybrian.
And that he would never understand.
