Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

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?

I'm stuck, what? "H-how-"

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.

The words hung in the air like an impenetrable fog, each syllable carrying a weight that seemed to press down on my chest. "No way," I repeated, my voice a shaky whisper that struggled to find footing amidst the tumultuous emotions that surged within me. The revelation felt like a seismic shift, an earthquake that shattered the reality I had known.

I stepped forward but he still remained standing with a trace of confusion on his face. "What are the last words you said?" He asked me with a frown. I winced when I realized that I had used some English words that they couldn't understand. "Uh... what's that? It's just my own words so don't pay attention if I use words you don't understand," I excused myself. I know I will look crazy in their eyes, but this is a better reason than to admit those English words I learned in my world that will make the situation even more complicated.

I'm still stuttering when I lie. "Well, now I know what you're bad at, Gia." Grandma was already laughing as my forehead furrowed and my two eyebrows almost met in the middle. "W-What do you m-mean, Grandma?" I clenched my hands under the table because of my stammering. Damn! Why am I stuttering?! "You're bad at lying," replied the old woman and then giggled again. My eyes widened when I looked at Grandma and I was about to say no to whatever she was thinking when our order arrived, so I immediately kept quiet, and then we started eating.

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.

Innocent him. "S..se.. seems I've been misusing my words your highness" He stammer. His lower lip continually trembles. His palm obviously jerk non stop. Mom flap her lengthy hair backwards. We're both surprised and taken aback as her. What really does he mean by using the wrong words?. Hss his supposed claims been wrong?. And he currently sought the truth?. Why does his every words heighten our confusion rather than deplete. His so call explanatory words performs direct opposite of their duties and responsibilities.