Every lesson is a short story in two languages — English on top, your language underneath. Read one here, then open it in Spikdi to hear the narration and score your speaking.
Sometimes a thought drifts back to Mrs. Evans.
The market pulses with countless footsteps.
The phone call with Mom finished.
The night's dark cloak begins to lift.
The kitchen wakes up slowly.
I found a dusty box tonight.
Today we had our short team meeting.
My mom was worried about my work project.
The streetlights still shine bright.
I held a heavy truth for weeks.
Rain taps against the windowpane.
The platform buzzes, then grows vacant.
The streetlights glow softly outside.
Today, my young niece showed me a small spider.
The air felt different when I stepped out.
We had a small issue with the system.
The work felt like a big weight.
I often looked at others' successes.
This new city feels big.
I watched the final leaf.
The hours truly dragged last night.
The screen glows in the dark.
I start my first run now.
The day felt long and full.
Carrying a secret felt heavy.
The suitcase lies open on the floor.
The city is dark outside.
Today, I presented our new project plan.
I love market days.
I just finished our project kick-off.
Today, I found a tiny fault in the system.
I saw a bug as minor, an easy fix.
Today, I presented our big new plan.
I often said "yes" too much.
I often write letters late at night.
The client said our price was high.
Sometimes a question sits unspoken.
A new teammate joined our project last week.
I thought about the call.
The night felt long.
Today, I learned about a new company.
The day’s tasks feel heavy now.
It's always tricky explaining project delays.
Sometimes late at night, a memory returns.
The kitchen light is soft.
I watched a child play today.
The long workday finally ended.
The big day is almost here.
Hours blurred into the screen's glow.
I open the door and step outside.