Make My Sentence Sound Better Novels & Stories

"Umm, hello it's me! So, how was it?" "Okay I'm hanging up now" I tease, before I sigh dramatically. "Oh Gabe, it was justmyhe's just sowowgood." His pretty little mouth pops open, and he blinks a few times. "Wow, you got it so bad you can't even string one sentence together." I sigh again, gushing girlishly. "It was soyou know what? I don't want to compare it to anything else. It will just jinx things."

Thе wоrdѕ look ѕо gооd соmіng оut оf thаt perfect cherry-colored mоuth, but they ѕоund еvеn bеttеr. Wе’rе mаkіng рlаnѕ fоr a ѕhоrt vасаtіоn. It’ѕ as if none of thе drаmа аnd раіn have hарреnеd. I’m dreaming thаt wе’rе a rеаl соuрlе.

It was obvious I was trying too hard to sound okay. “Hey, Jody?” Grace’s voice was calmer, “How are you feeling now? Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with concern. I know my friend would be sensitive enough to know I wasn’t okay yet, but trying to act that way. “I’m great, BFF,” I tried sounding more natural now, “What do you think about an impromptu grocery shopping this beautiful morning?” Urrrgh! That isn’t sounding like me at all.

he shouted. My voice was shaky, but I forced it to sound embarrassed. “I slipped,” I called back. “I’m fine.” I faked my voice to sound high and weak, like I was clumsy and scared. The guard didn’t open the door, but I heard him mutter, “Hurry up in there.” He sounded annoyed but didn’t come in. I had a few seconds.

Keep it normal. “I feel kind of bad. I didn’t mean to sound off earlier.” I stare at it. Too much? Maybe. delete half of the message Start over. “Hey, change of thought.” Better. “Maybe we should actually hang out this weekend.” My heart beats a little faster. I proceed to adding another line. “Saturday works for me,.... if you’re still up for it.” There. Simple. I read it once. Twice. Before I can overthink it again, I hit send.

Broken and wet and nothing like the poised, elegant sounds I've been trying to make all day. "I do," I say. "I do. I absolutely do."

She leaned back in the chair laughing, “Apparently the computer heard reptiles.” I fixed the word and kept listening to the audio playback. Jules leaned closer to the screen, pointing at another sentence, “This one sounds like Yoda wrote it.” I groaned, “Just fix it.” She deleted half the line and rewrote it with simple words. “You think too much,” she said casually. “You think too little.” “Yeah but my sentences work.”

Typing errors scattered through the text, words slurring together in a way that almost made me laugh. Subject: Hey, Nt sur how muuuch sense this wokl make, but had to… 8 mean, haad t write. Ben think aboyt… u. bout Satirday. Avout… us. Can’t get out of my head. So ssexy Maybe it’s thr drinks, mayybe is exhaustion, but your… diffrent. And want more. Not like… casually, but… I dunno. I want to see u again. Soon.

I stared at the message for a second. Then added, almost recklessly— Me: like actually nice My fingers tightened slightly around the phone. This is the line, crossing it means there's no going back. The typing stuff appeared almost immediately this time. Paused. Then came back. B: you’re not making sense right now. I let out a soft breath through my nose, a small smile spreading across my lips. Of course I'm not. That's the whole point. Me: i ammm Me: you just dont listen 😭

he grumbled, delivering a firm, pussy soaking smack to her ass. “Ooooh. Merry Christmas to me,” she moaned with a smile. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Martins -to-be. Now make that pussy talk to me nicely.” She had no problem doing that at all; that was her specialty.