Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

But it faded too fast. I took another step and stumbled. My temple slammed against the wall. I didn’t cry out. I barely registered the blood trickling down the side of my face. I collapsed again, curling into myself, my hands trembling uncontrollably. I whispered her name, again and again. The sound felt wrong in my mouth, like I was mispronouncing it, like I had forgotten how it was supposed to feel.

My exhausted brain struggled to grasp the meaning at first, translating the words one by one, each one landing like a hammer blow. "Mrs Blackwell? I am calling from…..”

His mind was in turmoil. "I wished I would just get knocked out" he was taking himself as he used unnecessary force to open the door. Grace heard him talking but what he said was incoherent to her. "Are you talking to me sir?" Marcus looked at her "would you please get the hell out of my way miss" "I thought...." "I wouldn't repeat myself Grace" he knew better than to push her out of the way Grace moved hurriedly from his way, confusion written all over her face.

he said but I was still dumbfounded, not even moving an inch on my position. "S-sarah?"..."Huh?" "I was calling you a bunch of times but you're not answering"...he said and I lowered my head. I was so lost that I couldn't think straight. Why does this word made me overthink? Arghhh....this is crazy. "Oh, I was just thinking of something. We should go"....I said and tried to walk ahead but-"Aww!"....Was I so lost that I didn't even remember my sprained ankle.

Her fingers traced the words slowly while her brows furrowed in concentration. She stumbled over a particularly tricky word and her voice started faltering. "P-prosperous," she muttered, trying again with a bit more confidence. "The kingdom was... prosperous and... flour—" She paused, biting her lip as she struggled with the unfamiliar word. "Flour-ish-ing."

He retorts. I rub the back of my neck awkwardly and shrug. "I am not being worked up over that. I am just curious." I pause to sigh heavily. “The way… you p-put it." I stutter. My goodness, why am I stuttering now? I facepalm and mentally scold myself for my weaknesses. I am such an idiot! "Now you are stuttering." Brandon points out with a light chuckle.

I was so high up on my horse that if I dared to fall down, the fall would be so bad, I would never be able to get up. Falling in love or having a crush on someone is not so great, you spend all your days sleep walking, waiting for them to pop up on your way so you can began chickening out as dear life leaves your face and everything, and you begin to stutter , fumbling with words like a three year old kid caught licking sugar. Someone bumped on my shoulder roughly making me stumble back and almost fall from the impact. I regained my balance to see Edrin smiling mischievously at his successful doing before walking away with his friends, by his friends I mean Vince, Ryan and a few girls that I

thousand something’ I chuckle to myself while losing count of how many times I have got up. I continue to stumble towards the wall until my legs can no longer carry me. With a sudden mistake , my legs give way and I collapse ; my face meets the ground. I hiss in pain and irritation once again – I feel such discomfort as the soil sticks to my face , the soil ad stones mix with my salty tears and bloodied face. As stubborn as I am , I try to lift my body with my arms. I find myself slowly crawling towards the object.