Make My Sentence Sound Better Novels & Stories

she said. "Read me the version you have," he said. She read him the version she had. He was quiet. "The last sentence," he said. "I know," she said. "It's not you," he said. "I know," she said. "You're trying to sound like an Outstanding Student," he said. "You already are one. You don't have to sound like one." She looked at the speech. She looked at the crossed-out sentence. She thought about what she actually wanted to say. Not the formal version. The true version, in the plain, direct language she used when something mattered.

Still feeling quite weak and distraught, I replied. "I'm okay, b-but I still feel aches- a- and pains all over my body, but I think I'm a little better than yesterday." I was surprised I could say a lengthy sentence compared to the previous day when I could barely say a word without putting myself in a world of hurts.

I do not understand what you are trying to say, you spoke in a way I don't understand, please explain what you meant but, please try to be more descriptive and understandable, from what you have just said, the little I could analysis doesn't seem to sound well, I hope you are not trying to say something that would get me completely aggravated,

But with the second attempt and with the enough microphone for the both of us to use, it finally went well this time. I must admit. Your voice stands out the most. It got a melody that just makes the sound unique and special while mine was just average and it doesn't got any spark that could bright up around us. But in my ears, they blend a perfect rhythm and melody. Geeze. I just love it.

" I tense at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice. my eyes snapping shut. Oh, great, can this day possibly get any worse?

I tried to make my voice sound nonchalant, but it still came out stupid. She smiled and shyly tucked her hair behind her ear. Damn, I was starting to lose focus. Don’t fall for that cute smile Adrian, focus! “I saw that you were finished with your chores and I wanted to know if you can teach me how to ride a bicycle now, but if you’re tired I can wa__” “No, it's fine.” Damn it Adrian, that is not what you were supposed to say. “I am not that tired. I can teach you now if you want to.” Oh brother!

Margaret giving them the space she always knew when to give. Ethan looked up when she came in. She sat across from him. Looked at the screen. "How many versions?" she said. "Six," he said. "What is wrong with them?" "They all sound like statements," he said. "What do you want it to sound like?" He looked at the screen. "The truth," he said. "I want it to sound like the truth." She looked at the current version. Read it. It was better than the corporate one. Considerably. But he was right. It still had the shape of something managed. The careful word selection. The legally considered phrasing.

I didn't know if it was just me going insane or everyone else around me. There was a pause, a sigh, then the sound of shuffling. "On my way. And you better reward me with something nice for this hassle, firecracker."

His deep voice sounds even more arrogant. I raise my gaze to the expansive blue and feel the heat filling my cheeks, the electric current making every part of my skin sensitive in this wave of desire. “It could be better,” I say, biting the inside of my cheek. I admire the way he throws his head back and lets out a unique laugh. The sound is so perfect that I wish I was the only one to hear it, and I wish I could hear it more often. When he looks back at me, his expression is lighter, and I feel the weight on my shoulders finally lifting as if our problems were out of this place.

“You’re really okay, though? You sound… weird.” I bit my lip, my gaze drifting around the perfectly decorated, utterly impersonal room. The laughter had faded, leaving a hollow feeling in its wake. “I’m fine. Just tired. It’s been a long, strange day.” “You sure?” she pressed, her friend-radar pinging loudly. “You don’t sound fine. You sound… jittery.”