Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

My mouth fell open, I searched for words but I couldn't find any. "But... but..." I sputtered, my mind racing as I struggled to find the right words. Nothing came to mind, and I could feel the panic rising in my chest. I was at a loss for what to say, and my mouth felt dry. I was grasping for anything that might turn this situation around, but it seemed hopeless.

“ Ouch, I am hurt and touched by this action. Truly action speaks louder than words.” “ Dont ...” A hiccup leaves my mouth stopping me from that i wanted say. Now that I think I dont even know what I wanted to say. Another leaves my mouth and the words I want to say are more slayed. I can't even make out a fool sentence everything seems to be a jumbled mess in my mind.

Another voice sneered, “If you need help walking, why don’t you just stay home?” Chloe stumbled, her cane tapping wildly in front of her as she tried to find her way. She bumped into a wall, the impact jolting her body, but she didn’t stop. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps as her hands fumbled along the cold surface, trying to find her way out. Then, without warning, she collided with something—no, someone. Something warm, firm, and solid. She bounced back, the sudden impact knocking her off balance. Her cane slipped from her grasp, and she tumbled backward, landing hard on the floor with a painful thud.

As soon as I open the book and try to read the first sentence, my head starts to ache. All the words pour out of the book and start to float in the air while some start to crawl around the mess on my bed like spiders. Everything seems jumbled, puzzled and the letters dance in front of my eyes, leaving their words, messing the sentences. They daunt me, they haunt me. They tease me because I can’t catch them and put them on right places so that they could make sense to me. The ’d’s and the ’b’s look so confusing. I can’t tell them apart. To me, they appear the same. I see the words leave the book, leaving the page empty and run around for me to catch them.

When I could finally speak, it came out as a stutter. "H..how is this p..possible?" I said with stunned disbelief. * *

he didn't know what to say, so he just said the only words that came to his mind and prepared to walk to the bathroom, and again she said something "Well...what I meant to say was...you injured haven't healed up yet...so I wondered if I could help you a little"she stammered the words out as she fiddled with her fingers which seemed cold and sweaty for some reason, what was she saying g even her didn't understand why her mouth and brain were working together against her to bring shame on her

I ask. Nothing answers. Of course not. But something shifts. Small. Subtle. The word doesn’t feel as solid. “Where did it come from?” Silence. The gap widens. “Why does it not connect to anything else?” The word flickers. Not audibly. Internally. Like its edges just— Blurred. “Why does it feel complete when it shouldn’t be?” That’s the one. The shift is sharper this time. More obvious. The word— Wavers.

I managed to catch a few of his words, though my mind struggled to process them amidst the stirring anxiety in my chest. "Yeah, I'm... I'm okay," I stuttered after I had found my voice. I tried to steady myself on the crutches but they kept on slipping under me. "I'm... I'm actually--WHOA!!!" The crutches suddenly slipped from beneath me, causing me to lurch forward. Instinctively, I reached out for support, but all I caught was air.

He stammered through the words, looking genuinely flustered. Judy found it almost laughable.

The enormity of what I had done seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with its gravity. I fidgeted nervously, my hands twisting together as I tried to gather my thoughts. The words that had seemed so clear in my mind now felt like they were tangled in a knot. I opened my mouth to speak, but no coherent words came out. I stumbled over my own thoughts, my voice catching as I tried to explain.