Direct Indirect Speech Novels & Stories

"The one who lost." I went still for just a moment. Then I continued preparing the treatment, smooth and unhurried. "That is a direct way to introduce a topic," I said mildly. "I find indirect approaches waste a great deal of time," she said, and there was no cruelty in it, just the same direct quality as everything else she had said. "I am sorry. I should not have said it like that." "No," I said. "It is alright." I looked at her properly for a moment. "It is also accurate."

A soft sentence instantly hung tensely in the morning air. "Let me speak to you directly, Laura! You need to know that Laura is actually...”

It wаѕ truе I аlwауѕ had a direct аррrоасh, nеvеr holding bасk. I guess I lооkеd оn it more аѕ bеіng hоnеѕt thаn dіrесt. Thоugh my mother nеvеr really аррrесіаtеd mу ѕtrаіght talking when іt came tо аnуthіng regarding her.

she said. "Read me the version you have," he said. She read him the version she had. He was quiet. "The last sentence," he said. "I know," she said. "It's not you," he said. "I know," she said. "You're trying to sound like an Outstanding Student," he said. "You already are one. You don't have to sound like one." She looked at the speech. She looked at the crossed-out sentence. She thought about what she actually wanted to say. Not the formal version. The true version, in the plain, direct language she used when something mattered.