Game: Celtic Language Story Game

[Ciarán12]

Ok, so the idea here is that I come up with the start of a story and the next person has to continue it on. If you cannot/ do not want to contribute much, the just say what ever you can/want. If you feel like writing something long, do. It's up to you. To give you a general length to aim for (if you'd feel better having one), try 3 sentences. Remember of course to post in both your Celtic language and in English.

I'll start,

Lá breá a bhí ann, agus bhí Peadar ag siúl tríd an príomhsráid cathrach éigin. Bhí sé tar éis a chuid gruaige a bhearradh, agus bhí sé ag amharc ar a scáil sna fuinneoige agus ag smaoineamh go bhfuil sé an-dóighiúil. Ach go tobann, bhrís an fhuinneog roimhe!

It was a fine day, and Peter was walking down the main street of some town. He had just gotten his hair cut, and he was looking at his reflection in the windows and thinking how handsome he looked. But suddenly, the window broke before him!

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Cool idea!

Fhad 's sheas e nam measg sgealban ghainne mu thimceall mhothaich e rud neònach mu'n uinneag. Chuir Peadar car na cheann le iongantas, bheul air a' chlab, 's thug e ceum chun na h-uinneag briste. Ghiog e a-steach air an uinneag ach chan b' urrainn dha rud sam bith idir fhaicinn. Cha robh bùth no cafaidh no bathar no duine ann ri fhaicinn. Chunniac e ach dorchadas.

As he stood among the shards of glass around him, he noticed something strange about the window. Peter cocked his head with befuddlement, his mouth wide open, and he took a step toward the broken window. He peeked inside the window but he could not see anything at all. There was no store or café or merchandise or people to be seen. All he saw was darkness.

[Ciarán12]

Gan a bheith in ann a fhiosracht a coinneáil ar ais, thug sé céim istigh go moillitheach. Chuala sé coiscéimeanna múchta ag déanamh trost suas staighre éigin faoi dhithneas sa chúl an seomra. Agus a shúile ag cló iad féin leis an ndorchadais, b'fhéidir leis feiceáil go raibh an seomra scaipthe le treascarnach; buidéil briste, smidiríní troscáin pléasctha agus stiallacha baill saoirseachta chloiche scaipthe. Chonaic sé an chruthíocht áirse, agus foinse solais ag soilsiú an céad cúpla céimeanna staighre go lag ar an taobh thall.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he stepped inside hesitantly. He heard muffled footsteps thud hurriedly up a staircase somewhere towards the back of the room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see that the room was littered with debris; broken bottles, shattered bits of furniture and scattered fragments of masonry. He saw the outline of an archway, and beyond a light source weakly illuminating the first few steps of a stairway.

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Dh'fhaodadh e guthan fanna ach cha b' urrainn dha a thuigsinn dè bha iad a' radh. Bha Peadar a' smaoineachadh gun robh iad a' tighinn à àiteigin suas an staidhre. Shìn e a chas a-steach do'n dorchadas airson bonn na staidhre a lorg agus bhreab e botal glainne, falamh gu tubaisteach. Dhèan am botal brag agus mar sin chuir car dhì tarsainn air sgudal air an làr. Chuir na guthan air stad anns a' bhad agus fhàs an àile mu thimcheall fuar. Leis a chridhe a' bualadh na uchd, cheum Peadar air an staidhir ìochdarach agus a' dèanamh fuaim cruaidh, sgreadach fodha.

He could hear faint voices but he could not understand what they were saying. Peter thought they were coming from somewhere up the stairway. He stretched out his foot into the darkness to find the bottom of stairway, and he accidentally kicked an empty glass bottle. The bottle clanked and then rolled across some debris on the floor. The voices stopped suddenly and the air around Peter grew cold. With his heart pounding in his chest, Peter stepped onto the bottom step, making a loud, creaking noise under him.

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Nuair a thug Peadar a darna ceum bha fàileadh anns an àile a eòlach air. Chuir e an cuimhe dha mu nuair a bha e na bhalach òg agus chuir e seachad na samhradh aig an taigh a sheanair 's sheanmhair. Dè bha an fàileadh sin? Bha mòran bliadhnaichean air seachad agus cha robh e cinnteach mu a chuimhe. Flùraichean? Siabann? Chan robh... Ah! Cùbhrachd a bh' ann, bha cuimhne aige--cùbhrachd a sheanmhair.

With Peter took a second step there was a smell n the air that was familiar to him. It reminded him about when he was a young boy and he would spend the summers at his grandfather's and grandmother's house. What was that smell? Many years had past and he was certain about his memory. Flowers? Soap? No... Ah! Perfume, it was, he recalled--his grandmother's perfume.

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Ach carson a bhiodh e a' faireachadh cùbhrachd a sheanmhair anns an àite seo? Ma dh'fhaoidte gun choisich boireannach a bha an cùbhrachd sin oirre seachad an uinneag briste agus bha e ga thogail leis an tlàth-ghaoth a giùlain an fàileadh a-steach? Bhiodh sin neònach, thuirt Peadar ris fhìn, ach chan eil eu-comasach. A dh'aindeoin chùis, bha Peadar airson a' falbh a-nis. Bha an t-àite seo a' cuir dragh air. Ach nuair a thionndaich e airson a' dol, chuala e na guthan a-rithist agus nas soillier.

But why would he smell his grandmother's perfume in this place? Perhaps a woman who was wearing that perfume walked passed the broken window and it was picked up by the breeze which carried the scent inside? That would be strange, Peter said to himself, but not impossible. All the same, Peter was wanting to leave now. This place was bothering him. But when he turned to go, he heard the voices again and more clearly.

[Ciarán12]

Ní raibh sé cinnte cén fáth, ach cheap sé go raibh na guthanna a bhí sé ag cloisteáil aithindiúila.
Níor mhaith leis é seo ar chor ar bith. Bhí gach rud a bhí ag tarlú ró-dhiamhair dar leis. Agus anois agus a bhí sé ag féachaint thart, cheap sé gur aithindiúil í an áit a raibh sé tar éis a theacht isteach intí freisin. Mhothaigh sé iallach air chun imeacht láithreach bonn.

He wasn't sure why, but he thought the voices were familiar. He didn't like this at all. Everything that was happening was to creepy for him. And now that he was looking around, he thought the place he had just stepped into was familiar too. He felt a compulsion to leave immediately.

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Ansin, gan rabhadh, thit cuid mór den síleáil síos ar an úrlár roimhe. Stop sé agus thug sé radharc ar fuílleach na síleála. Níor bhféidir leis imeacht, bhí sé sáinnithe. Chuala sé guth amháin ag leagan scread ón seomra thuas, agus rith sé suas an staighre.

Then, without warning, a large section of the ceiling fell down onto the floor in front of him. He took a look at the remnants of the ceiling. He couldn't leave, he was trapped. He heard a single voice let out a scream from the room above, and he ran up the stairs.