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.
It's late and I'm sorting old papers.
I used to check my friends' job updates every night.
I used to say yes to everything.
I kept a secret for many days.
Today we planned the next sprint.
At work, I often talk but no one hears.
The city is awake, but I am earlier.
The day is finally over.
I tried to explain the new plan.
I noticed a client's payment was late last week.
Last week I had my first discovery call with a new client.
The kitchen smells like onions and garlic.
I had to tell a customer about a new rule.
Two of my teammates kept clashing over the timeline.
I wanted to ask, but fear held me.
Tonight I think about the stranger at the bus stop.
Yesterday, my teammate and I saw a bug.
Yesterday, I gave my manager a status update.
I pick up a pen from the floor.
My shoes sit by the door, waiting.
I remember the first time I got paid.
Yesterday I felt stuck on a task.
I wrote you a long letter tonight.
I held the truth for months.
My laptop screen glows on the desk.
I held my question inside for days.
I stir the pot on low heat.
Last week I had to share bad numbers.
We had a bug at work, and I saw it as big.
I chop onions and my eyes water.
I tie my shoes at the door.
I walked the same street again tonight.
Tomorrow I fly to a new city for a new job.
I sent the invoice two weeks ago.
Tonight I counted the cash drawer again.
Last week I sent an invoice to a client.
I stared at the screen for hours.
Yesterday we deployed our new update.
Rain taps on my window.
I sent a wrong number in the meeting notes.
Rain taps the window like a soft drum.
Tonight I thought about the word no.
Yesterday I spent the whole morning on a task.
I remember my math teacher from high school.
I had a discovery call yesterday.
Tonight I think about my small win.
I saw the bus close its doors.
Late at night, I think about Mrs. Chen.
Yesterday I presented a proposal to a client.
I sit with my coffee, and my hands feel heavy.