Express Yourself Novels & Stories

I nodded as he said. "Will loving you with all of my heart be enough to express myself forever?" I adore you! I love you, I love you, and sometimes it feels like I love you isn't enough to express what my heart feels. Please don't turn your back on me because you're mine and I'm going to brutally kill anyone who stands in our way." I stated.

"You're usually like an open book to me, but tonight. The moment you sat down across from me I felt the change in you. What is it?" "I," is all I'm able to say. I try swallowing, I breathe through my nose. Is like there's rock trapped between my vocal cords. It is frustrating trying to express something that's been killing you, hunting you, and now, now instead of words tears were the only thing coming out of me. "I'm sorry."

All these emotions that just overwhelm me, like an iceberg beneath the surface that I can feel but can never seem to reach or comprehend. “I-i just missed you.” My voice wobbled as the magnitude of my sentiment became clear. In that moment I knew that this was no exaggeration, or half-truth meant to appease another. It was a genuine expression of longing and care, one I had suppressed until that moment but now could no longer ignore.

I told him without beating around the bush. “...” He sighed, “Why that?” “Because it’s human.” I replied, “Because you’ll feel free.” I was soft with my words, “And I want you to be truly free.” I gulped, “To be truly happy.” Just what his mother truly wanted for him. “And expressing my emotions will help?” “Oh!” I giggled, “You have no idea how good it feels to express yourself.” “...” His gaze wandered off. “Come on Vincent,” I gently shook his hands, “Do it, for me. Please?”

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

Anya asked, genuinely. Mae thought about it carefully — the kind of thinking that moved through her body as well as her mind, her hands making small unconscious gestures as she worked out the distinction. “Definition suggests becoming something fixed. Like the hunger would be satisfied once I knew what I was — an artist, a specific kind of artist. But expression is ongoing. It’s not about arriving at an identity. It’s about having a channel big enough for everything that needs to come through.” Anya looked at her daughter. “Can I change what I wrote to reflect what you just told me?”

"I think that should cover it." "Small mercies." She glanced up at him with a small smile. "Do you want me to be quiet and leave you alone?" "No...but what's the use of complaining about it if the thing can't be changed." She shrugged. "Everyone needs to express themselves sometimes...their frustrations. It makes it easier to bare." "I don't." "Of course you do. You fume. And it comes out in other ways as well." He chuckled, "I don't."

I said to him. “I appreciate but it’s best we don’t “ “How can you give up on us like that?” He asked as I peeped his desperation. “Because I’m scared!” I let out with annoyance. “If you aren’t, I am” I added. “I’m terrified too Sophia, I just don’t show it so much” “Why?” I asked gently at his expression. “I don’t know, it’s not easy for me to express myself “ “I know.” I sighed “I miss us too”

I step onto the stage. The room finally falls silent! I do not look at anyone in particular. But I feel each of them. I speak. "I am not used to expressing myself publicly. Usually, I work in the shadows. I do, I organize, I anticipate. I do not spread myself thin. But here we are, today, they have decided to speak for me. To accuse me, to erase me. So I will set the record straight. Once. For all." The silence becomes heavy. Electric.

"And stop acting like spoiled little brat." "See, I'm the brat. I'm the one that is being irrational." I stated completely annoyed. “When all I’m doing is expressing my opinion.” "Sweetheart if it's a crime that I don't want to share you with others then I'm guilty of it. I don't want you to get hurt and I'm doing what I think is the best." "I'm full. I'll go check on Simone."