Express Yourself Novels & Stories

“Pack up, we’re heading home… Cancel this advertisement, and others too, I am not going to do any advertisements from now on… PACK UP !!” I roared trying to unleash the fire in my heart, not knowing if that was the fire of anger or the fire for something else. ARGHH !!

The world would record a transformation which would hold them spell bound. 'Is there anything on my face?' she asked and I was called back to the present. 'Nothing is on your face', I thought. 'I was just admiring you, you look so cute and gorgeous', I confessed. I had learnt to express my feelings openly to those concerned, rather than hide it and keep procrastinating. The world was an unpredictable place and one could never be sure what life had in store.

I bent slightly, grabbing one random card and staring at it. “Why do you paint?” I read. I smiled. “Well, as humans, we all have different phase in our life and different shitty emotions in our head that messes most of us up, especially building anger or sadness that you can't express. As a painter, I just express myself to a canvas. And you guys buy my emotions.” I said the last sentence with a tiny voice to add to the humor. Their laughter echoed. “She's hilarious!” One of them said. I bit down a laughter, nodding as I placed the card down, dipping my hand into the basket again and picking another one.

He said then suddenly become sad. "I miss you, love," he shouted. Their comrades looked at him so dead maliciously that he just smiled and left. It's embarrassing what happened but what do they care about him. Is it wrong to express feelings, huh? Is it wrong? If you are asked is it wrong? A/Any comments? Huh? How's this chapter?

Only now I have the courage to say my true feelings to other people. ----- Hi! Please don't forget to VOTE, Follow and leave comments! I love you all. <3

“I didn’t know you could cook so well.” “I would cook more if Greta would let me. She is adamant about not letting me do any kind of ‘chore’ but cooking for me is no chore. It’s almost like therapy. I love creating different recipes and seeing what works and what doesn’t. Food is my way of expressing myself.” He tilted his head to the side taking me in for a second or two. “Food is your writing.” “What?” I asked, looking at him. “I journal. When I need to express myself or gather my thoughts I write them down. It’s my way of expressing myself since I can’t exactly run.”

Suzanne said as a matter of factly. Tom Banks lectured on, pointing a penlight at his screen. A simple black and white illustration by Tucker Nichols was shown, with overlapping circles taking up the whole screen. On the left circle were the words ‘MUST BE’, in the overlap was the word ‘REAL’ and on the other circle were the words ‘CAN’T BE’. “What is real and what is not?” Tom asked the class.

I felt like I'd become dumb because of all this… I am new to this, and the worst part is I can't express myself as I wanted to because I know that I will not be able to bear everything if I open my heart to him… Once again, I felt like my chest was going to explode. I breathe a couple of times heavily to calm myself down again. I use that time to clear my mind. Should I be direct or not? This is driving me crazy. "What are you sorry for?" I managed to ask him without my voice trembling. I am still not looking at him. It took a while to hear his answer. "...for everything…I am sorry for everything, my lady…." Again, tears were trying to escape my eyes, but I couldn't stop them this time.

I know I'm not brandishing a hero now, I'm brandishing a hater, deceitful, liar. Let it be! It is a pleasure for me to know the inner workings of myself. You hate to listen to my moan. Well, to hate it, I will try to I make my moan as unpleasant as I can... You understand nothing yet, gentlemen. is not it? So I have to explain it more, so that you may understand these minutes joy. Are you laughing? This is so much fun. But my jokes and sarcasm are ridiculous, truncated, vague, lacking in self-confidence.

Moreover, the underlying thought and emotions that are fighting to come out from both of our hearts but we don't even know how to speak or make conversation like normal human beings. Things are when you don't know how to express yourself. I made a mistake leaving living years ago without speaking what was in my heart to Jayce, and now I guess it's too late to cry about the mistakes of the past. All I can do right now is wait for Jyace to come out and talk about something that has been long underlying in my heart but I am too scared to talk to anyone about it. But maybe now is the time to step up and take action before it gets later than it already has been. **