Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

Which meant every word coming out of my mouth for the next thirty seconds either fixed this or made it significantly worse. "I mean, some people think that we are…" I started and then immediately realized I had walked into that sentence without an exit strategy and I had to slightly restrategize my words right away. "But actually, I don't even know what people think we are. But we are not…anything like…that." The stutter arrived before I could stop it, climbing up through my chest and tangling everything on its way out. I pressed my eyebrows together without meaning to. "We are not like that for real." At this point, Ken's finger moved upward.

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.

He nodded, clearly pre[ared to put in the effort. We quickly made a list of some words that he struggles with most. Most of them being names; the letter "t"; "h" and "w" also quite a few long words. After that, we continued on with all the other methods I could find. Practicing them all and then moving on to the next one and eventually, we were done with all I could find.

Andrew started stuttering, trying to speak but only managing a few mumbled words between bites. I found it so cute that he was at a loss for words, trying to explain why he was devouring the cookies he had previously rejected and said he didn’t like. Before he could continue, the man sitting across from him—whom I didn’t recognize—stood up and turned to me.

I didn't know what to do; borrowing money was not even in my mind because how would I be able to pay it back? I let out a breath in frustration and opened my word puzzle book. Searching for words in any puzzle book always helps me. It is weird, yes, but whenever I was frustrated, angry, sad, or something related to any of these mentioned, solving puzzles did it for me. I searched for the word 'Discombobulated' in the letters arranged randomly. I squinted my eyes, hoping that it would expose the word quickly but that wasn't working. I put the pencil in my mouth, staring hard at the book. It was getting so difficult so, I skipped to the next word, 'Onomasiological'

I smuggled through the crowd and tried to find my way to the restroom. I lifted my fist to knock at what seemed like a door but I had applied too much pressure. I staggered forward and my weight fell on the door. The door caved in and I stumbled in. At first, it all seemed empty. My two arms were stretched out before me as I searched out the empty space. Suddenly, sounds like a scuffle emanated from somewhere around me. Immediately, I knew I was wrong, I had bumped into an occupied space. "Fuck!" I shook my head and tried to bring my sight to focus. Gradually, I took in my surroundings. I grimaced and staggered around to keep my gait.

The man was speaking through his nose and it was difficult making out what he was saying, especially with his big grammars and all. "Guys! Keep quiet." His words did not shut them up but his glare did and the laughter started to quiet down, until it reduced to low whispers. "What's so difficult in skyrocket. Sky means high, rocket is something that flies up in the sky so definitely the meaning should be something very high. So what's the big deal there?" He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "Learning English words isn't that hard. Most of the so called cumbersome words have simple meanings. You just have to open your ears and eyes"

She sometimes stutter, not because it comes up in her speech like mine, but because, she doesn’t know the next word to use. That is not the aspect that makes her not brought. It is the fact that she makes her audience know that she made a mistake, or that she doesn’t actually have an idea on what she is saying, that is what does. So in the issues of the intellect, I’m not so bright myself, but I am confident that she doesn’t intimidate me.

I stuttered finding words and then it came out of my mouth, unplanned and unintentional. “I've got someone who's willing to help,” I bloated out and I instantly hated saying those words. I knew exactly how she was gonna react and I didn't want that. But maybe it was the safest option considering she wouldn't have let me leave the house if I didn't make her believe there was some light at the end of the tunnel. I slowly looked up at her and found her face rumpled up in confusion and then before long, it glistered up in excitement, I guess she had just realized what the statement meant.

My mind reeled, struggling to process the words he had just dropped, as if trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. My head spun, a dizzying sensation washing over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and disoriented. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, the wind knocked out of me, leaving me gasping for air. My legs trembled beneath me, and I reached out for the stair railings, grasping for support as the room seemed to tilt around me.