Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

When I'm sure I won't leave a trace of paint on my brand new house, I hurry to the front door. front door. Three feet from the door, I stumble over a box and stub my toe. my toe. - Son of a bitch - and a string of expletives that would make a sea would make a sailor blush come from my lips. I grab the doorknob and yank the door open, ready to mow down whoever it is. to mow down whoever decided to drop by unexpectedly. unexpectedly. My words die on my tongue as my fucking cock turns to stone. Holy shit on a cracker. My unexpected

We sing off-key, curse at life, laugh at nothing and everything. One bottle becomes two. Two becomes three. The count blurs as Alessia and I disappear into our own little world. Soon, a strong urge hits me. “I… I need the restroom,” I mumble, my words coming out in a stutter. I don’t even know if Alessia hears me. I just stand, my legs wobbling beneath me as I stagger away. “Restroom,” I mutter repeatedly, fumbling, pressing my hand against the wall for support.

You ever feel like that? When I am sad I wanna know how to overcome it but when my lips are busy laughing and screaming in happiness, then I don’t find any problem with me. It takes a while to comprehend what you feeling and it shouldn't be a dash or a matter of insurity... I'm not In a state of raising my hand to assure If that word is certified in the matters of Cambridge nor Oxford Dic's...if it isn't then my apologies cause it surely makes some fucking sense to me!

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I made it halfway down the block when something stopped me cold. It wasn't a sound. It wasn't anything I could point to directly, no specific sight or smell or sensation I could have described to another person if they'd asked me to explain it. Just a wrongness, sharp and sudden, settling low in my stomach hard enough that my whole body froze mid-step, one foot still lifted off the pavement. Don't. The word arrived in my mind whole and complete, not my own thought exactly, more like an instinct given language, urgent enough that I stumbled backward instead of forward, my heart suddenly pounding for a reason I couldn't name.

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.

I stammer as I blush a deep red as I notice everyone is watching our interaction. "Why are you stammering; are you dumb or something?" Willow, the youngest female demands irritated at me. "I-I-I h-have a s-s-stutter, m-my b-brain t-thinks f-faster t-than I c-can s-speak; I-I'm s-sorry," I try to explain.

I had a bit of trouble reading it out loud, but I eventually got it down and I was confident in my ability to read it in front of others. When I was announced as the spelling bee winner during the mock award ceremony, and was about to make my speech, I noticed that every word on the paper differed. Someone had switched it out and made most of the words unreadable. I stood in front of the school, stuttering over each word and struggling to comprehend what was on the paper. I had never been more embarrassed.

What do I say? Why is this so awkward! “I—” A strange wave washed hit me so hard my knees buckled. My head spun lightly, and the edges of my vision blurred. I blinked, trying to focus, but the room started tilting. “W–what…” I mumbled, gripping the side of the table for balance. Dante’s head snapped toward me instantly. His eyes narrowed in concern. “What’s wrong?” I tried to speak, but my tongue felt heavy. My knees finally gave way, and I felt myself slipping, the world spinning faster. I braced for the fall—

The tablets mocked Julie and William with their incoherent words. “Lufe, ansyn wan” “Ōġan ungelīċe sind tō ōðrum” “Sum mæg gehȳran fōtstæpe, ōðer heortan beate” These are just some of the many words they translated, and they make no sense. Julie assured William that they had translated every word correctly and applied the proper grammar rules used by the Zonian language. “So why is it a jumbled mess?!” she yelled in frustration.