Express Yourself Novels & Stories

The world was suddenly, jarringly, and beautifully Loud. "Can you... hear me?" Kael asked. He wasn't sending a neural pulse. He was using his lungs. He was pushing air through his vocal cords, creating a vibration that had to travel through three meters of space to reach the person standing in front of him. It was a slow, inefficient process, prone to static and wind, but as the woman across from him nodded with tears in her eyes, Kael realized it was the most sacred thing he had ever done. It was the first "Analog" conversation in half a millennium.

“That's what you do best, isn't it? Clean up the messes created by your poor judgment. I, on the other hand, cleaned up the mess created by your poor communication and my mother's poor impulse control.” The tension was suffocating. This was the rawest they had ever spoken, stripped of their public masks. “Why do you hate me so much?” Eddie asked, the question escaping him in a ragged, low whisper, sounding less like an accusation and more like a weary demand for an explanation. I gave a dry, humorless laugh. I should be the one asking you. “Hate you? That requires effort and emotion, Eddie. I don’t feel enough for you to hate you. I simply dislike the contract you represent and the prison yo

Nine years of this ridiculous, sad relationship. Fine, this would be the last time. That was what I told myself. I sighed, my tone flat with no emotion. "Fine, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for not accepting your apology." Rebecca's face showed disbelief, her eyes scanning me with suspicion. Hendrix, now holding Rebecca's arm, looked at me with a smug smile. "Ms. Little, I heard Spencer's great at cooking. I've always wanted to try his cooking. Since he's here, maybe he could make us a meal as an apology?"

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 knew he had changed. I knew he was different, yet I progressed deeper head first. Now I was damaged beyond what I could even understand. “Fuck.” I muttered out before I could stop myself. “Baby, I need you to live through emotions, express yourself, don't keep it locked up.” My mum voiced out taking a turn on the road. Express myself? How do you express what you cannot describe? “I don't know how I feel, I just want to be alone.” She nodded, glancing at me slightly before turning back to the road. “ I know, and I know I'm the last person you want to speak to right now, but I need you to promise me something.”

That he is my mate and if there is one thing that I want from him, then it's him and nothing else. "I want to get to know you, mate." That was my only response. "O-Okay." My mate replied and I can't help but curse myself inside my mind. Fuck! Why am I not good at expressing my feelings?

I don't want to get in trouble. "I-I mean... I already expected it," he said. I looked at him. We both smiled. "There's nothing wrong with being true to yourself. Do whatever that makes you happy," he moved closer to me. "People will judge you anyway. I may be straight but I don't see any problem with someone being gay or expressing how he or she felt for themselves," he shrugged.

A guy who's not afraid to speak on exactly the things he feels. "Perfection. Divine." I smile softly recurring his messages and the impact they had on me. "Sincere Expression. Unintentionally Attractive." I momble in my head. Oh, my. Did I just give him a pro? "So what'd you think?" Speak of the brown-eyed devil. "It was perfect. You did expertly well." "Thank you, Darlin, I'm glad you enjoyed it." He swirls and began moving, nudging his head like a cue for me to follow.

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