Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

His face twisted in confusion. Rosie rubbed the back of her neck as she felt a lump starting to form in her gut. That was something that would typically happen, causing her to grow a loss of words and make her unable to say much. She knew she could answer his question, she just didn't know how to. It was as if she didn't know how to force the words out of her mouth. She was paranoid that anything she could say would sound stupid.

she stammered, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. Katherina tried to explain herself to Andrew, but the words wouldn't come out. She felt like she was being pulled in two different directions, wanting to please both men but not knowing how. She felt like she was caught in a web of her own making, unable to find a way out. The more she tried to speak, the more she felt her words turn to mush.

Despite the crazy occurrences happening to me. Now that he’s spoken to me, I can’t help but become aware of him even more as I grow nervous for no reason. “Uh...it’s not something big, I’m fine” Despite not stuttering my words, my voice comes out too light. He won’t buy this stupid excuse for sure. “Did you see something you shouldn’t have?” I can detect the light taunt in his vocals and I pout stubbornly, mumbling my reply, “No...it’s not like I planned for it to happen anyway. They were the ones being too careless...”

He pointed at me and then back at himself, "Thi-nk I a-m stun-ning?" He's stammering, gosh, why is he stammering and looking incomposed and since when did stammering become hot. Orian stammered through his words like he was completely shocked by what I had said. He had a look of disbelief on like he thought I was mocking him or teasing him about his looks, "Wow." I couldn't believe that he was stuttering, he was always so rigid and composed and now he was sputtering over his words because of a compliment.

Okay, that told me that everything that just left my lips was comprehensible, clear and most importantly easy to understand. So, I took the next step, I looked down at my page, and as per usual, my whole speech was swimming in front of me. Oh God, what in the hell was going on. I guess that I just needed to say it, "I know that all of you- I mean, it says that-" I was fumbling this, tripping over my words, and I could hear the clear mutters nad random sniggers, but it was not as if Miss Smith could punish them for laughing at my complete and utter failure. I felt as if I was a deer trapped in headlights. Until, I felt a gentle hand touch my arm, I turned around seeing Miss Smith standing in

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.

To stutter. " Ma-teo?"

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.

I have to say something but for some reason all of the words that I have come to know fail me at this very moment. “Oh, you have awoken” I say and she stares up to look into my eyes. She grabs her head in pain and subtly stumbles on her feet so much that I do not think that even herself did not notice this fact.