A Word So Fitly Spoken Novels & Stories

The word had never quite fit the apartment before. It did now.

One word is all she says. “Delicious!”

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. --- ---

Mei said. Daniel thought about the word he would use now. Not fine — fine was still there, was always going to be part of his vocabulary, but in its correct proportion, doing its proper work rather than covering for everything else. He thought about the word that was true now, that had been true since December and had only deepened. "Happy," he said. Simply. The accurate word. Mei looked at him for a moment with the quiet satisfaction of someone who has been waiting for a sentence for a long time and has finally heard it said correctly.

he read aloud, proclaiming the fate of the nations. The words on the page seemed to lift and alight as he breathed them out. They took their leave with letters aglow like newly born sparks, each word lit like the sun at the fiery break of dawn. Twirling with graceful movements in rhythmic flight, they floated and danced on the air as they were blown like swirling leaves in a crisp, cool breeze, and the fire reflected in his eyes. His speech was sweet and eloquent, each word, each sentence moving as a soothing stream flowing gracefully, smoothing stones as it washes over them. Still, they came forth with flashing conviction and impenetrable power - undaunted, unquestioning, and without even t

* *"Maybe. But it's how I feel. What about you?" That even though Andrew's love was faulty... *"I'd tell them, that even if I don't say it at all-"* ....he loved them very much. *"I love them, very much" * *Andrew.....rest well.*

She spoke with a measured and composed voice, her words carrying an unspoken challenge. "Gentlemen," she began, her gaze steady and unyielding, "I appreciate the warmth of your welcome." The hint of sarcasm in her tone did not go unnoticed. "I believe we are all gathered here for a reason—unity, cooperation, and a shared goal. Let us not forget the true purpose of this council meeting."

I let the words land cleanly. “They’re using you.”