Stumble Over Words Novels & Stories

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

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.

Or, maybe, the drama club is doing really well. Because no matter what I try, I can’t stop stuttering. It’s something that’s always bothered me. Apparently, I was stuttering almost immediately as I learned how to speak. Certain Ss and Rs always end up slithering and rolling from my lips. Even when I know the next word I want to say, sometimes my voice stops against my will, leaving my sentences incomplete. If I get tired enough, I’ll just say individual words and hope that gets the point across.

Startled, Amelia stammered, her words stumbling over one another. "N... no, I'm just tired," she managed to utter, her voice weak and fragile.

“ 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.

I stepped forward but he still remained standing with a trace of confusion on his face. "What are the last words you said?" He asked me with a frown. I winced when I realized that I had used some English words that they couldn't understand. "Uh... what's that? It's just my own words so don't pay attention if I use words you don't understand," I excused myself. I know I will look crazy in their eyes, but this is a better reason than to admit those English words I learned in my world that will make the situation even more complicated.

Audrey said. “Already?” Shane asked and stood up as well. “Did you understand what they were talking about?” Audrey smirked while raising her left eyebrow. “Yes. And I was glad that you couldn’t comprehend so don’t ask me about it,” she stated and turned around. Since there was insufficient light to guide her the right way, Audrey walked straight to the table when her muscles on her left foot seemed not to operate causing her to stumble on the table foot and crashed into it with a loud crashing sound accompanied by a deep groan. “Aw!” She whimpered in pain after the awkward fall.

Getting to another clearing, I stopped. An identical sign just like the last one was mounted there too. Those words, 'weight of your head', rang a very loud bell in my head, making my legs melt into water. I was dumbstruck, staring into that devil's sign and the throbbing purple fence, as if my energy was being sucked away, while turning me into a weathered corpse. When I thought that was it, and just a couple of hard swallows and we're done, I found myself dead curious, forgetting that sad phrase of that poor, little cat whose life was stolen just because it wanted to know more.

It’s more like a bow. “All I want to say is..” his voice drags me away from my thoughts and slams me back on the floor of reality. I wince and my ears itch to hear what he has to say. “I… I ummm I’m…” he stutters. It’s clear that the words are refusing to pull through. My eyes deepen and chunks of sweat forms in my palms.