A Word So Fitly Spoken Novels & Stories

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

Because of the daily practice of the choosing and the attending and the two coats on the hook. Because of the whole of it. He had thought: that is what she is. And had felt the word settle into its correct place in the architecture without requiring anything further from him — no announcement, no performance, no ceremony. Just the accurate word given its accurate location. He had not said it to Adrian. He had filed it in the living things.

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."

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"Just beautiful." She came alive under him, cell by cell, but her mind focused on the word he'd used. He'd said it a couple times today with a possessive note. "What does the term mean?" God, she loved it when he spoke his native tongue. It wasn't pretty or eloquent as other languages, but in his low, deep voice, it sounded guttural. Personal.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

I spoke the true name. Not loudly. Not as a command. The way you speak the name of someone who has been lost and is within earshot. The way you speak when you want to be heard but not to impose. With the full honest weight of what you mean and none of the strategy around what you want in return. The room responded.

I asked him. “Fuck you!” he said. “Patience, you will soon be fucked up, you just do not know it yet,” I said to him. "Lingua dulcis, sermonis suavis Vox mea, mentem tuam, inclina Verba mea, aurem tuam, capta Sermo tuus, cor meum, gaudeat" _Translation:_ "Sweet tongue, gentle speech My voice, incline your mind My words, capture your ear