Make My Sentence Sound Better Novels & Stories

making an effort to enunciate better. “Are you okay?” His voice rolls over my skin. Makes the thing pulsating inside me purr sweetly. For a second, it almost feels nice. “Yup. Don’t worry.” It’s a bad idea, trying to answer him and to stand at the same time. I’m in no condition for simultaneous activities: all it gets me is jelly knees and more pounding in my head. I remember, once upon a time, being able to walk and chew gum. Ah, past glories.

Use a red pen (or any other vibrant color) to track changes or edits along the way. Read aloud. Hearing how your writing sounds can also help you listen for lines that don’t sound right, like wishy-washy sentences, overuse of particular phrases, and unnecessary words. Sometimes a writer doesn’t realize that their sentence structure is poor or that their main point isn’t clear until they hear it read aloud (you can even use a text-to-speech program or ask someone else to read it back to you while you jot down things you notice).

I didn’t mean it in a good way obviously. “I didn’t know that you could sound like that. Your voice is usually so… cranky, you know?” Rox replied, looking so fascinated. “Like you had something stuck inside your throat that you couldn’t seem to get it out, something like that. But the voice you made just now sounded so smooth and seductive. You might have to sound more like that in the future.” I narrowed my eyes at him. You think I’m a voice changer or something?

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎. “𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜,” 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐� �𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

“Let's eat while they are warm. Can't you hear me? Can you give me an answer or a motion if you can hear me? Hello?” My voice talking to them was a bit weird to hear and for sure it was awkward, but as I said this sentence, it seemed someone caressed my heart. It was also soothing as it was warmth. I could feel them. When they still didn't answer, I voluntarily entered the room without a single thought. I am just worried that something might take place for them. I am just overreacting? Isn't it? The light inside the room is dimmed. I was right. They are still sleeping. I miss the sound of their cute snores, especially Lucas. Whether I admit it or not. I know myself very well. I miss Lucas pr

I stated as calmly as I could. But my words didn't cooperate with me this time around, as it sounded almost like "I'm not okay, damn it!”

He says and turns to pock the fire making my blood boil. I reduce my eyes to slits and give him a smile. “You're right. A message does work more effectively.” I turn around and walk back inside.

I was unable to formulate an accurate sentence so I preferred not to embarrass myself further as my cheeks were flush enough Yeah, good Luck Ivy. I sarcastically wished me luck.

Feeling silly myself. The lady cackled along with me. “Really?” She asked while walking with her back to me. “Yeah. Well, I mean, you know,” I was a bit stammering. It felt like every word I was about to say sounded ridiculous in my own ears. But I did not want to keep the lady waiting for what I was about to say, so I scratched my head as I sheepishly smiled while saying my thoughts aloud. “I haven’t been to heaven, but the ambience in this place is something every struggling human would wish to go for a breather. Or at least for a relaxation, or anything that would reboost our tired body, mind and souls, to be able to think straight and make the right decisions we need to live,” I answered

I instantly but my bottom lip, hating how I just sounded like a caveman. Taking a deep breath, I said in a steady voice. "I was just checking out the briefcase. It must really cost a lot." That sounded way much better and perhaps, convincing? I raised my head up, staring at his expressionless face. I badly wished to know what was going on in his mind. Did my excuse come off well to him? He advanced closer to me, taking slow strides, closing the gap between us. I took a step back as he moved closer, my heart racing.