Express Yourself Novels & Stories

I said jst to justify myself and then picked up some random files and peered into them. "I might not know the exact words you said but I know exactly what you're thinking of, Reina. Even if you don't say it out loud, it's all there in your face." Is that how obvious my expressions are on my face? I better start looking for a way to curb it. "But honestly, do I have to go physically and face people?" I whined and he nodded closing his eyes slowly.

For as long as I remember, I live like walking on thin ice. If I took the wrong step, I could sink then freeze. And no one would reach out to help me out. I hate that. I hated why I had to take so long just to talk. Thinking it over word for word, so that other people wouldn't find fault with the way I spoke. I hate it when I have to think about how well I should behave. May I cross my arms, legs, may I lean back, or may I express my displeasure?

Com'on, close your eyes and imagine what I am talking about" She said and Holden slowly closed his eyes. He suddenly could see himself in an unfamiliar place, which looked like a seashore. He was putting on white throughout and before him, was a lady putting on a white dress. He couldn't see her face clearly but only saw her lips which was creeped up in a wide smile. " Now that is what a happy smile is" The lady said. " What about anger? How do I express my anger?" Holden asked. " Try slapping a table or hitting your fist on a wall. Or maybe you can yell at the person. You have to let people know how you feel so they won't take you for granted and I think I can help you do that" " Why not ta

I asked, I was already back on my feet ,had sort of composed myself back together again. "Okay what do you want me to do for you to believe me ..Just tell me ,I'll do anything" I pleaded "Just tell me..I'll do anything ,please" "Look Anu, I'm not used to this types of things okay ,I really don't know how to express my feelings ,never did..But I'm trying here"I grumbled embarrassedly

I didn't have time to beat around the bush. "I did this because I fucking love you, can't you see I'm it?!" I yelled in anger, my eyes turning red in anger. I didn't regret saying it to his face. I was really happy about everything that happened, his friend was right, I should learn to express myself.

I always appreciated that she follows my way of communication. At a really early age,I noticed how hard it was for me to express myself through talking.When confronted,I would always end up crying because I felt like it would be hard to articulate my words well and express myself.When I felt pressed to tell her something,I would write notes and leave them on her bedside.She would then try to talk to me about whatever I had written but when she noticed I didn’t say as much,she started leaving me notes too.

A loud uproar broke out among the students. Claire chuckled behind her. "This is exactly our expression when we were informed about it too, I totally forgot to prep you, I'm sorry," she said. "No! No! This can't happen, No! How do I reach my family? My phone is the only way I get to know if they are doing okay," Kimberly cried. "I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do about it," Claire said. A drop of tear rolled down kimberly's cheeks.

I knew I had been selfish and reckless, but in this moment, all I wanted was for her to understand. “Faith,” I began, my voice shaky but resolute, “I have never been good at this. At expressing myself. At being open. But I can’t stand here any longer pretending that nothing matters when you’re in front of me. I... I need you to hear me out. You deserve that much.”

She's failed before she knows. "That was my car." I decided to finish my game, but once more, nothing from her. She is got another problem. "You have a problem with expression." And again, nothing... it's an annoyance now. I am desperately longing to hear her melodious voice for the last time... I must provoke her. "Well, that makes it suicidal." Remembering Gina's words, "Not expressing yourself is emotional suicide." I preached her and assume she's related to Travis "I think you are related to Campbell." Offering my hand for a handshake, "I am Chandler." I introduced myself.

“If you want to kiss me.” I wait for the punchline, for him to laugh or smirk. But when the silence stretches, I realize he’s dead serious. “I… It’s… I don’t…” I stutter, my face burning. “No… no… Never… I just… it was simply an expression. People say that all the time.” He glances at me briefly, his brow furrowed. “People say that?” he asks, sounding genuinely confused. “Yes.” My answer comes too quickly accompanied by a frantic nod. “It’s a way to express gratitude! Like saying ‘I could eat you up,’ or ‘I could suck you—’”