A Word So Fitly Spoken Novels & Stories

I told her about lonely. About the evening call early in our whatever-this-was when I had asked if managing alone got lonely and he had said sometimes with the specific quality of a word that had found its way out before the part of him that supervised these things had been able to redirect it. I told her what that one word had sounded like. Not sad. Not performance of sadness. Something more durable. The specific sound of a truth that had been repeated internally so many times it had worn down to its simplest form. Something made peace with.

I said. "Not well," he said. He said it simply — two words, the same weight as everything else, no elaboration offered and none invited. But I heard what was in them. The specific quality of not well from a man who chose his words with the care of someone who understood that precision was a form of respect. Not well. I didn't ask anything else.

And just like that, he turns and climbs up the stairs to the hall. Only one with higher power can silence a lecturer this way. I gulp. ... Words/phrases and their meaning: * Na over-familiarity dey bring insult — over-familiarity breeds contempt * Just say it pain you — just say my comeback hurt you

Becky muttered. “What does that mean?” Silence. Felicity tapped her shoulder and asked again what she meant. Becky thought for a while. The look on her face told Felicity of how tired she was but she was sure that what she had just said was of importance. The reason was quite simple. Becky might have never realized it but, whenever she said something important, she never stammered. So it had to be important and Felicity had to know the reason why. “Oh… it’s n-nothing.”

I feel victorious already. “That is not what this place is for,” he says tersely. “And your use of that word is deeply disturbing. I'm not even sure it's even a word.” “What word?” I ask innocently, fully intending to make him repeat it. “I’m not saying it.” “Why? It’s a great word. It has flair. Try it.” “No.” “Spoilsport,” I mutter before realizing the conversation has drifted completely off course. “You distracted me.” “I distracted you?”

To everyone's surprise, Kroan smiled coldly and said, "Hehe, you must've misunderstood something. My son has been trying to improve his vocabulary recently, and he's still in the process of getting to know certain phrases. He was simply asking me a question, and all I did was answer him." Walbert immediately cooperated and said, "You're not worried that he'll die an untimely demise, are you? My father and I were just discussing certain phrases. You should only read into it if the shoe fits." After saying that, he deliberately asked his father, "Dad, is the phrase 'if the shoe fits' appropriate for me to use in this situation?" Kroan smiled. "Very much so." "That's great. My vocabulary is imp

Double-tongued [ duhb-uhl-tuhngd ] adjective deceitful; hypocritical. ___________________________________________________________________________ 21 / 12 / 2021 “I said , you’re just another slut…like your behavior proved it…Next time , respect other people’s privacy and do not listen in on their calls , slut…” he says in a cold harsh voice. He then walks away and bangs his door shut. I am left standing there shocked at what just happened and what he had said.

A low, raspy whisper, barely audible, as if the word was fighting its way through layers of unconsciousness. It was a single word, fragmented, strange, and utterly chilling. “…Fire…”

I tеаѕеd, knowing mу wоrdѕ would have thе рrесіѕе effect. A grіn spread асrоѕѕ hіѕ face. “Ahh, so уоu like whаt I саn dо?” “Of соurѕе, уоu undо mе іn so mаnу wауѕ. Yоur wоrdѕ, your touch, this mоuth should соmе wіth a wаrnіng.”

--- --- Something chosen. --- Something that didn’t need to prove itself to exist. --- --- Because it already did. --- --- Out loud. --- ---