Express Yourself Novels & Stories

She paused for just a second when she glanced at me through the mirror, and with one look, she knew something was wrong. “You know, Akira, you really need to start learning how to express yourself,” Lisa said, turning slightly in her chair to look at me. “Not everyone can read your expression, no matter how obvious you think it is.” She gave me a teasing smile as she spoke. I groaned softly and sat up, running a hand through my messy hair. Lisa rolled her eyes dramatically before adding with a chuckle, “And please, if I dare ask what’s wrong, don’t tell me ‘nothing.’ I don’t have the persistence of August.”

“Thank you. And thank you for doing all this.” “You’re welcome. Now – go and claim your man.” I frowned a little. “What does that mean?” “It means show up and say, ‘You’re mine, I’m yours, let’s cut the crap.’” I stared at him. “You want me to say that? ‘You’re mine, I’m yours, let’s cut the – ’” “Not in so many words,” he said, exasperated. “I want you to radiate it. Exude it.”

"I like that about you." "What?" "The way you don't hide from people. Your feelings, your thoughts." "What are you talking about?" "Your expression," he replies, leaving me confused. "One hour you were super excited and a second later, you completely shut your face. You're funny." "It's just that I'm not fake. If I like it, I'll tell you. If I don't like it, you'll know too. Being two-faced is a very laborious thing, not for a practical person like me."

"When we talked, my heart suddenly felt a relief. I felt like all the things that made my heart heavy disappeared in an instant, like magic. I read too many romance novels, that's why I immediately knew what I was feeling." I placed my arms on his shoulder, hugging him. It's the least thing I can do for him. He became silent. "Go on. Keep saying all the things your heart wants to say. I'm listening," I gently said. I even rested my face on his head. "All my life, I never became good at expressing myself. And, I am thankful you're letting me say things like these to you without creeping out or feeling awkward. This is the best thing I could do to make myself happy for the first and last time.

" I said while wearing a visibly disgusted expression. "Is that's all you have to offer, I'm in pain. Sex?!, You're definitely out of your mind, I just lost my father and sex is all you have to talk about" I said in rage . She replied in a more seductive tone, "I am so sorry if you're furious at me for what I said, but I just thought maybe you needed a little bit of spice in your life right now, like something to cheer you up and elevate you spirit."

“What we want to do here is to express an idea. What am I going to say? Which approach should I take? From personal experience? Perhaps you’ve had your heart broken, and as a result, you wish to get your feelings out. Maybe you’d like to talk about your family or share a moment of sadness or an expression of gratitude. “I’m sure your other professors have gone over this with you, but remember this: It doesn’t matter if you use some textbook methods or certain steps anymore. Everything you write must be you talking. It’s about reaching out to the listener’s emotions so they can connect and feel what Joe feels. How does he feel about this woman?”

he shakes his head, "Trust me, Angelique will love it." "Angelique will laugh in my face," I fight, "She knows I'm not like that. She knows I could never write a letter or say things like that. Can’t you come up with a beginner's plan?" "That was my beginner's plan," he rolls his eyes, "But at least try. A letter never fails. It's the basic step for people who don't know how to express themselves out loud." "And what's there for men who don't know how to express themselves in letters either?"

Pushing my self all the way out. Shit!

"See, you can't even express your anger properly, like the coward…you…" Bam!

"You were thinking about saying something." "I think about a lot of things. I don't say most of them." "That is genuinely difficult to believe." Something shifted in his expression, a movement that wasn't quite a smile but was adjacent to one, something drier than his usual performances. "You think I say everything I think?" "I think you say everything that serves a purpose." "And you think everything serves a purpose." "Doesn't it?"