Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

Six months is no time at all. "I'm gonna-Aaaaaa!" -Whatever words I was going for dissolve in an instinctive scream, as my feet slip on the damp earth, and I scramble for purchase, fall forward, crashing into moldy wood and through it. Right into the well. …

Anna I was stunned. It was a hard pill to swallow. My mate had made me look like a fool. I was nothing in his eyes. It had been hard for me to digest the words he had spoken to me. They felt like a million daggers that jabbed at my heart. I was lost in those cold lemon eyes that lacked remorse. It showed that he wasn’t bluffing. “Did I stutter?” He asked. I blinked hard trying to figure out my next words. But nothing came. I could feel my body trembling, and I couldn’t tell if it was out of anger or frustration. I couldn't tell what I was feeling. I was lost.

I've put my foot in it and I don't know how to get out. "It's not what you think, on the contrary, I stink of sweat and the last thing I want is for you to smell me like a dead dog," I stutter, my words coming out so quickly that they're unintelligible. "Just give me a couple of minutes, and you'll see how fresh I come out of the shower like an apple."

Huffing as a memory flashed into my mind, accompanied with that alluring voice of his. Let me in The words echoed through my brain again and I groaned into my pillow frustrated. I'm so clumsy! I'm going to repeat it till I stop! I slapped my forehead repeatedly recycling the word dummy till my head hurt. I knew that I was probably overreacting, but that's just how stupid I felt. I know it wasn't my fault I tripped, I mean let’s face it, it could have happened to anyone! But it didn't-! It happened to me!

i say this time words flow out of my mouth without traffic or problem of any kind, "It's h… i … it … it … it …" i struggle to say i find myself panting heavily after calling out just a single i or it, I'm tired weak AND the word seems to be strangling me each time i try speaking it hangs at the roof of my mouth choking me, "Fa … fall …. Fall … falling " i manage to say out loud also end up collapsing into mykes arms, "It's okay you don't need to say it out I'd you don't want to"

It's victory, pure and intoxicating. They scramble to find footing, their flurry of motion a testament to how unprepared they are for this turn. Papers are shuffled and clutched, like talismans that might save them from the worst of it. Words tumble out in stammered bursts, lacking coherence, each argument drowned before it reaches air. They're trying to regroup, to stitch together the tatters of a plan, but it's an act of desperation, the last throes of an opponent who's already lost.

I stood there, frozen, the words echoing in my head as the reality of the situation sank in. I was in over my head, caught in a game I didn't understand, with rules that seemed to shift and change with every passing moment. I stood there, frozen, the words echoing in my head as the reality of the situation sank in. I was in over my head, caught in a game I didn't understand, with rules that seemed to shift and change with every passing moment.

Remember why you're here. “You seem lost in thoughts.” He pointed out as I tried to walk briskly in front of him. “Whatever it is, it can wait. The floor’s really slippery right now. You need to—” I whipped around, quicker than I'd intended to,“You don't have to! I'm fine—” My words got cut off as I tripped over my own damn feet from the turn, stumbling backwards from the slippery floors. Axel for some reason already felt like it was going to happen.

is it stLong day? "Something like that," I said, trying to smile, but my lips felt stiff. why was he asking me that kind of question when he knows what he was doing to me under the table. He nodded, then resumed eating. I forced myself to take another bite, though it tasted like sand. The rest of the dinner dragged, Minutes felt like hours. And every movement beneath the table made my stomach twist. I couldn’t tell who was doing what anymore. I hated Hated the confusion, the silence, the way my body reacted to the wrong things.