Second Hand Embarrassment Artinya Novels & Stories

“It did not. I deleted the whole thing after three lines. Something about moonlight and unspoken words. Terrible. Your turn. What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever created?” Sera leaned forward, her knee pressing more firmly against mine. “Promise not to laugh too hard? I tried painting a self-portrait last year and it looked like a sad potato with curls. My roommate still has it pinned up as a joke. But it taught me to be less afraid of messing up.” We both laughed, and the sound felt warm between us. “I would love to see your real paintings someday,” I said. “The ones that actually mean something to you.” She smiled softly. “Maybe you will. But first, I am thirsty. Got anything

The banks stepped in to handle the liquidation. At that time, I was traveling abroad with Mom. We didn't know the language of that country, so we learned it slowly—starting with single words, then gradually becoming fluent enough to chat with ease. A few years later, we returned home and leisurely opened a small studio together. It was a handicraft workshop—work that didn't require much brainpower. The two of us could take our time, doing crafts, chatting, and enjoying life. There weren't many orders. We worked occasionally, whenever we felt like it.

She likened it to a can of sardines, and sincerely hoped that she would not need to endure such torture ever again. Unfortunately, the moment she was about to exit the station via a turnstile, she ran into trouble when she accidentally splashed her drink on a rushing man passing through the turnstile beside hers. What was worst was that her drink was not colourless, and left stains on the man's plain white shirt. As much as she had wanted to repay the man for staining his shirt, the man was rushing. "I didn't mean it. I don't understand how the bottle cap came undone," she tried to explain, but the man just ignored her and attempted to hail a taxi. By then, it had been evident to her he was

Some amused and others mocking. My ears burn with embarrassment and I blink back tears that threaten to give me away. Then the host’s announcement rings through the entire hall, tearing my insides apart. “Participant number twenty-seven has failed to submit a valid artwork. Therefore, she’s disqualified from the competition!”

I blurted. Awkwardness, a dance of missteps and misunderstandings, where words stumble and silence speaks volumes. It's a delicate balance between humor and discomfort, a canvas painted with shades of embarrassment and uncertainty, creating a tapestry of human vulnerability and imperfection. ‘I don't want to be here!’

I would reach out to her, not with grand gestures or expectations, but with a genuine interest in getting to know the woman behind the art. As I penned a simple message on my phone, “thank you for making such beautiful art, have a good night rest” my finger hovered over the send button. The fear of vulnerability still lingered, “what if she thinks am a jerk for texting her so soon”. “what if she’s married or engaged” “but her fingers were not wearing any rings” I looked at my phone only to realize that in the mist of my thoughts I had send the message with twelve love emojis. “Fuck” I cursed at myself. How long was I thinking? And what is happening to me? I really need to get my shit togethe

An artwork caught Amelia's eye, the artwork expressed lots of emotions, she felt drawn to the artwork, she became a little scared and excused herself to the restroom. She got to the restroom. She stared at the mirror nervously, she rinsed her face with shaky hands. "Whuff, that artwork expressed many things… Why am I nervous, my artwork will be picked, let's go girl", she assured herself, forming a smile and heading back to the event. Hailey winked at her signaling her that her artwork was the next to be displayed on the stage. Amelia gulped the drink at her front, her heart thudded against her ribcage as Hailey took her artwork to the stage, Hailey explained what the artwork meant. Amelia g

He kneeled right in front of my bent knees and he suddenly parted them like a window with no business. To my horror, I immediately close them but his hands are too strong and I cannot even shake them. "No!" I quickly screamed out of embarrassment. I don't want him to see it. I am too embarrassed and it feels like the tone of my skin changed from pale white to red from embarrassment! He did not listen, instead, I felt his finger trace the slit made me release a sensual sound that almost made me lose my wits to no end. "Sweetheart, this is the one that I want to try...I wanted to touch you." There was no shame in Elijah's promise and I was more embarrassed by what he said. Is this the feeling

Aiden's embarrassment had crossed the line, making him limp and keep imagining the most embarrassing incident in his life. "Why did I open my pants? Agh... I can't live with this feeling!" ***