Express Yourself Novels & Stories

“Why are you so selfish and irresponsible?… You only think about yourself and not anyone around you….. You’re blinkered to anyone else's feelings, and life is one big fucking party to you. Don’t you have any sense of responsibility or one ounce of decency? Do you even care about anyone else… or see how I struggle?” The floodgates open, my voice getting more strained and pathetic with every word as tears roll down my face and sheer frustration consumes me.

"I only meant to hurt you." I cry but manage to get a grip on myself. I have to talk. I have to express myself. I can't let her hang up the phone without saying what's on my mind. "You're crazy. You're crazy! You've lost your mind! There's no reason for you to do this to me! I didn't do anything wrong!"

“Do you have something more creative up your sleeve?” “It doesn't matter how many times these words have been used,” he replied huskily. “As long as they match my feelings or are suitable to convince you of my feelings for you. At times, I undersell the way I feel, but simply using words isn't enough anymore. I intend to express it with my body as well. Our pups will be an undeniable testimony to just how much I adore you." “Pups? Oh, you've done quite well in that department. We already have three little rascals in the house.”

The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express. "AAAAHHHH!" The scream tears through my throat, carrying with it the weight of betrayal, hurt, and shattered dreams. It echoes off the walls, a desperate plea for answers and solace that can never truly be granted. The sound resonates, vibrating through every fiber of my being as if trying to purge the pain that threatens to consume me.

"Shut up or I'll kick you out. I'm sleeping, you're too loud." "Listen to me." "No." "Being weak doesn't lower your dignity or manliness." It does. "Yeah, and what? If I became weak people will take advantage of it and treat me like a shit." "I'm not telling you to debilitate, what I'm trying to point here is try to express your feelings." "Why should I express my feelings? Will expressing my feelings lessen my difficulties in life? Will it fix every broken piece of my soul?" "Yes." "You can't change my mind."

“I told you, Ruby! “We can’t write something like this ahead of time! “We can only express ourselves if we do it on the spot! “We’re not here to ask for votes! “We’re just trying to condemn a family of an innocent victim!” “We can’t show them our feelings if we just write it all down!” Ruby smiled and nodded. “I understand. I’ll arrange things immediately then…”

she complained while he forced her along into the room. He closed the door shut. "If I did something wrong,communicate.If I hurt your feelings,make me aware.If I didn't listen well enough, tell me again in a way I'll understand." he began "If I'm insensitive to your needs,to your desires or thoughts,tell me so I can consider them" He slipped a hand into his pants. "Don't hold an attitude with me because you haven't clearly expressed yourself.I'm human,not a mind reader." "Excuse me?!" interjected Diana

"I didn't think that far. I only knew that, no matter what your answer is, I want to give to you everything I prepared for you today." Even if he failed, this fireworks display would still bloom. All the skyscrapers would still display the message. That was his love, and she should know it. "Summer, I saw a phrase that woke me up all of a sudden. It said love unexpressed is love nonexistent," Joe said. How can people know if love is not expressed? How can people see it? Love should be spoken, should be proclaimed to the world, not silently kept in the heart. "I used to think that you would see my feelings for you, even if I didn't say it, even if I denied it. Thinking back now, I was really

I needed to talk this out…NOW Me: I meant that I don’t know why you even miss me..but whatever Me: How was your day? So…I tried to explain to her what I really meant but while I wrote my message I realized that I am just very bad with words and it seems like I always fail to express myself when it comes to explaining how I feel and what I think. People always understand it wrong and in the end it’s always worse than before. Precious: good I think..It was relaxed coz I feel okay..

I nеvеr thоught thеrе wаѕ аn еxсерtіоn. “Thеrе wаѕ thаt аѕ wеll, Iz, guуѕ have a dіffеrеnt way of еxрrеѕѕіng thеmѕеlvеѕ. Truѕt me whеn I say wе dоn’t аlwауѕ gеt it right, ѕоmеtіmеѕ thе thіng wе еnvіѕіоn іn our hеаd dоеѕn’t асtuаllу mаtсh the оutсоmе.”