Indescribable Words Novels & Stories

She was immensely tempted. "That was ..." he mumbled now in a thick voice in her ear, he was obviously looking for words to describe what she could not have put into words herself. She tried anyway: "Indescribable?" In her relaxed, relaxed mood, she was sure that this term hit it pretty well.

“You’ve always looked down on everyone, expecting everyone to cater to you. But what had Veronica done to deserve any of this? “What had she ever done wrong?” Keith’s fists pounded into my face, crushing the last remnants of my pathetic pride. I wiped the blood from my mouth and shakily got to my feet. I had always been wrong—completely wrong. Veronica didn’t deserve any of this suffering. Leaving the hospital, I ascended to the top floor of my company, standing at the highest point. As I gazed down, I envisioned Veronica standing below, and I was transported back to that drunken night five years ago, when she had leaned in and whispered, “You know, I might like you a little.”

I feel so good in Michaël's that I don't want to leave them anymore. He put his face back on my neck and it tickles when he talks even though he's mumbling right now because I can't hear anything he's saying. But this feeling inside me makes me shiver to feel his heart beating against my chest, feeling his scent, his warmth, his lips on my skin, I feel like my mind is going to soar, it's a feeling that I can't name. My heart races like crazy in my chest and tears well up in my eyes. What is happening to me? Why is it so good to be with Michaël? I don't know what it is but I still want to live it if it's with Michaël... I want to live everything he wants me to discover. If it's with him then

What wild magic was it which had possessed him? Ashton battled an insane idea that suddenly sprang to mind, suggesting a name for this unknown emotion, a word that he never used to describe his feeling to any of a few women he had had romantic encounter with. He always thought that 'the word' was overrated. It made no sense. He barely knew her. It couldn't be anything but a temporary madness, a fleeting obsession. Whatever feeling he had for her right now, it didn't mean to last. He perceived reluctantly that he had somewhat infatuated with her. A meaningless infatuation, strong and intense as much as fickle and short-lived, and soon would be forgotten in the passage of time.

There was no echo. Why? The word fractured. When? Time did not exist here. There was no before. No after. Only a stretched, endless now. I tried to move. There were no limbs to command. I tried to scream. There was no mouth. I tried to feel the wolf. Nothing answered. I tried to feel the Flame. Nothing burned. Only fragments drifted through the haze. Silver. Gold. Fire. Shadows. A crown. A laugh. A promise. I didn’t know what they meant.

Seeing me not pulling my hand back, he said "I understand. I am neither your close friend nor any relative to whom you can speak your mind. But we know each other, don't we? I am alpha, so I can help you in any other way. Just tell me the description of that criminal, and I will see the rest. "

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

Jessica’s POV I could barely see the road ahead. My vision was blurred, not because of the rain, but because of the endless tears streaming from my eyes. They mixed with the pouring heavens, as if even the sky was mourning with me. “HUHUHU…” I didn’t know how I managed to get out of George’s condo. I felt like a robot with no direction. My whole body trembled. Heavy. As if a boulder was pressing on my chest. The words I had heard kept replaying in my head, like a broken record that refused to stop.

Eccedentesiast -Someone who fakes a smile, when all they want to do is cry, disappear and/or die. Ellipsism - The sadness that you'll never able to know how history will turn out. Limerence - An involuntary state of mind which seems to result from a romantic attraction to another person combined with an overwhelming, obssesive need to have one's feelings reciprocated. Alexithymia -Difficult in expriencing, expressing, and describing emotional responses. Trouvaille - Something lovely discovered by chance. Ineffable - Utterly indescribable, too scared to be speak of.

Available always. Available without condition. The seeing that sees these words. The hearing that hears the quiet. The feeling that feels the chair. The tasting that tastes the air. The smelling that smells the room. The thinking that thinks the next thought. All of it. This. No technique required. No practice required. No state to enter. No level to reach. Only the obvious. The inescapable. The undeniable. The mind may protest. The mind may demand proof. The mind may ask “how?”