Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

Maybe Roger wasn't the one who killed Edmund at all. … Sleepless nights became my norm. No remedy worked, so one evening I followed a random suggestion online: try watching movies to fall asleep. I played a video about the stammer. When the actor said, "There are front stutterers and back stutterers…" I bolted upright in bed. The skit explained: a front stutterer struggles with the first few words of a sentence, but once those come out, the rest flows smoothly. A back stutterer, by contrast, falters at the end.

The enormity of what I had done seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with its gravity. I fidgeted nervously, my hands twisting together as I tried to gather my thoughts. The words that had seemed so clear in my mind now felt like they were tangled in a knot. I opened my mouth to speak, but no coherent words came out. I stumbled over my own thoughts, my voice catching as I tried to explain.

I really can't stop stuttering, I'm so nervous. "O-Oh, this is what you s-wear. S-Alright l-I'm going out first, m-I just forgot to take it from the room." He stammered and threw the clothes I was going to wear in my face. He quickly left the room. my face hurts! Why do you have to throw stones in my face when you can give it properly, right? Tsk going to the bedroom head! When you say you're going to c.r. to throw up, he's sure to vomit from what he's saying. What was going through his mind and the conversation went to that son?

Dear God! Once again, stuttering, Anna exclaims, "Oh my gosh! I-I didn't know," but the embarrassment is now clearly evident on her face. In her head, Anna is subtly berating herself. How could she be so foolish as to not glance in the direction she was going? The man was chortling amusingly while his tongue was pressed against his cheek, and Anna overheard him chuckling softly. In shame, Anna closes her eyes. Anna no longer tries to disguise her humiliation by stammering, "Did...anyone...ahm...you know?" Her poise has vanished.

Brian said. “How come?” Martin asked without trying to hide his surprise. “I told you I am her very close friend” Brain said. “You are doing that again” Martin complained. “What?” Brian asked. “When you try to emphasize on your words to imply something which is not true actually” Martin said. “You don’t know me and I don’t do that” Brain said. “Really?” Martin said raising his one of the eyebrows in question.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I stood up to leave without saying a word. “Where are you going,” Brenda asked me as she noticed, perhaps sensing that I was still struggling to cope. "Let me have my bath," I uttered the words and then made my way towards the bathroom. However, just as I took a step forward, my legs suddenly twisted and I stumbled. The unexpected movement caught Brenda off guard and she had to come and hold me for a moment to regain my balance. Once I felt stable again, I continued toward the bathroom, hoping that my legs would cooperate for the rest of the journey.

Fear sets in, and I need my friends, but rising from the booth becomes an agonizing struggle as my legs wobble beneath me like unsteady pillars. Kadir says something I don’t hear and panic sets in as I fumble, trying again to get to my friends on the dance floor. But my limbs betray me, and I stumble forward. Giving up, I mumble their names in desperation, the words barely escaping my lips, and Kadir's lips move in response, but their meaning remains elusive, lost in the fog that obscures my mind. He quickly leaves, leaving me clutching the table as if I will fall into an abyss if I let go, as the disorientation worsens, eliciting a storm of confusion and dread within me.

I struggled to find the right words, my tongue stumbling over the weight of my confession. "Uhmmm, you see… The reason... You know, from the past… I know you des-... I mean, from 8 years ago… Shit!" My voice quivered, and my words stumbled in a jumble of thoughts and guilt that threatened to overwhelm me. Jerick remained unfazed and unwavering.

“I…what? I just stumbled through all that.” “Sure. But you corrected yourself every time. Stumbling, doesn’t mean anything other than you not being used to speaking those particular sounds out loud. Which I don’t know where you would get a real opportunity to do that.” He smiled. “Vernachlässige dein Wissen nicht, Winter. Sie sind schlau genug, um viel zu erreichen, wenn Sie sich die Mühe machen.” My brow furrowed. “Don’t…neglect your knowledge? You are smart enough to…”

Somehow in someway, the touches gives better comfort compared to your words that can't even calm my uneasy mind. "Words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react." Shouldn't I be the one saying that? Your words are the ones falling in my head and they are fooling me. Being the dumb human being as I am, I still react in a way that you anticipated for because instead of questioning the suspicious actions, here I am, staying silent instead after you fooled me for the nth time. "And games that never amount to more than they're meant will play themselves out."