Dialogue Words For Said Novels & Stories

His words were so fast, that it got me off guard, that I fucked up…big time “Not sure…. It depends” I said before I could think I said before I couod take my words back My words were like a open sentence, that was inviting a lot of things and he would be a fool if he didn’t get that one point “Get down” He instructed “What?” My eyes widened

I sighed in frustration since I don't know how to phrase my words. "What I'm saying is," I said, looking into his eyes. "Can we talk?"

She finally spoke, her voice sounding smaller than usual. " Oh." I blinked severally, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding. " Well, we can always get you another one." I said and gave her a half smile. Why do I constantly use the word *we*? " O-kay." She said, doing that thing that she does with her lip, again. " Could you stop doing that?" I didn't know when the words flew out of my mouth but by the time I did, it was already too late.

And I did. That was the point. The phone vibrated again. I looked down. “Speak.” One word. Simple. Clear. My jaw tightened. “Say what?” I asked. The reply came instantly. “Anything.” That didn’t make sense. Or maybe it did. Because it wasn’t about what I said. It was about the act itself. The signal. The confirmation. I lifted my head slightly. Looked straight ahead. And spoke. “I’m still here.” The words felt small.

I said and left. ***

“You know that’s impossible! You can’t find her. She’s long lost. So many years have passed. She was just a little girl…” Erik seemed very sad and anxious. His words got stuck in his throat. “Don’t tell me you stopped looking for her!” “NEVER!” Erik almost screamed. What kind of dialogue was this? “Only with each passing day, my hopes diminish and it really hurts. I know it’s important to you, and I know it’s even more important to me. But from that fateful day, I know nothing more!” Erik continued.

He said: "You should." Two words. The specific and particular two words of a man who had received the naming of the destination and had confirmed it, who had agreed with the responsible thing in the particular and immediate way of a man for whom agreement was also not the full truth, for whom the two words had the specific and double quality of a thing that was both meant and not complete. You should. He did not say: good night. He did not say: I'll finish up here.

" Saiora continued. "Stop!" I let out a conjoined gasp and amused giggle. "He wanted to know if I was okay and he apologised- for his... 'aloof' impoliteness," I curled my fingers into quotation marks. "It felt warm and sincere to me and to answer your question Sai. He did say more than five sentences. He actually has such an intriguing vocabulary and I'm not going to lie it arouses me," I felt abundantly giddy and grinned shyly.

They show you all around, try to spend some time with you, engage you in a conversation that takes longer than it should. I know how these things work, but I'm not going to fall prey a second time. Claude was enough lesson for me to learn for a lifetime; I'm not going to make the same mistake again. “I don't owe you an explanation on why I want to leave, alright?” there was an edge to my voice. “If I want to leave, then it's because I want to. I don't see any reason why you should try to hold me back here with some conversation that I'm not interested in.”

Declan released his grip on Maeve's throat. She collapsed to the floor, coughing violently. He turned, looking at me in disbelief. "Sienna, after all this, you're still talking to me about money?" His voice was hoarse and trembling, his eyes filled with hurt. I looked at him coldly. "What else? Should I discuss my feelings with you, Don Declan?" "Declan, do you really think there's anything left for us to talk about, besides chips on a table?"