Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

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.

Tripping over my words, I shoved the bouquet out in front of me and stammered, "Y-You look v-very c-cute." I cringed at the sound of my stuttering voice. I never stuttered around anyone, but it was like my tongue had suddenly become tongue-tied just because of her. When the weight of the flowers was freed from my hands, I looked up from the ground in surprise and was met with the captivating sight of her little button nose buried in the purple flower and her bright violet eyes peeking over the tops of the bouquet. "It smells v-very nice." I awkwardly rubbed the back of my head. "It's okay if you don't like it... I just happened to pass by a flower shop on the way here and impulsively grabbed

I stood still and forgot to blink while my heart decided to jingle against the chambers of my chest. Now sweaty, my hands trembled, making the food they held feel extremely heavy. One by one, the fruits began slipping off my fingers, eager to feel the hard surface beneath my feet. Words showed a new pair of heels, and off, they played hide and seek in the back of my throat, and now, only a lump wanted to come out. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE!?”

NOAH Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I blinked, completely thrown off guard. I hadn’t expected that. It was as if the ground had shifted beneath me, and now everything felt out of balance. “Wait, what?” I stammered, my confusion clear in my voice. “Why?”

Despite my efforts to stay strong, the sting of their words cut deeply. As I entered the kitchen, I was met with curious stares from the house helpers who seemed taken aback by my presence. My anxiety began to resurface, the unfamiliar setting and the gaze of strangers intensifying my discomfort. I silently repeated a mantra in my head—"Smell the flowers, blow the candles"—a mantra meant to quell my nervousness. Each repetition was a desperate attempt to regain my composure and overcome my jitters.

The words hung in the air, each one piercing my heart with a mix of fear and uncertainty. Unable to mask my tremor, I mustered the courage to speak, my voice quivering with a blend of disbelief and desperation. "I... I don't understand. What are you talking about?" The words escaped my lips, carrying with them the weight of my confusion and a plea for clarity.

He kicked over a chair that was standing right in front of me and settled down on it with a depressing look. I looked at him with a confused face trying to understand all that he was saying to me. I tried to think about his words but nothing was bearing in my head for it was blank as hell and I was unable to remember anything that has transpired in the past. My words failed me as I tried defending myself just to tell him that I have no idea about everything that happened, ‘I…I..don’t…” I blinked my eyes, stuttering out loud to complete my words but I was stuck in speaking the truth.

My vision blurred with tears as I tried to open my mouth to speak but no words came out. My words came out startled as I stammered a bit, “How… did… You know?”

He looks so flustered as he stumbles over his words. I've never known Ares to stumble over his words like this, or look so unsure of himself. I almost want to laugh out loud. Just what exactly is he trying to say that has him acting like this? If I don't ask him, I guess I might never get a straight answer.

Why was everyone talking this way? Their words were garbled, like someone dragging words through thick water. It was muffled...too far away and too close at the same time. The voices churned around him, overlapping and bleeding into each other until they jumbled inside his skull causing his a damned headache. On one hand, he was curious to learn what was being said.