The Words Get Stuck In My Throat Novels & Stories

My throat felt strange. I swallowed. Nothing happened. Whatever was in my throat didn’t leave. I frowned slightly and took a sip of the water that was on the table. Maybe I just ate too much. The moment I swallowed the water again, my throat tightened. I froze. My fingers slowly moved to my neck. “No…” I whispered. I swallowed again. It got worse. My chest tightened right after. My breathing turned short and uneven. I knew this feeling, I just couldn’t place my finger on it.

The biggest nightmare of mine has come to exist. I just kept looking at those scattered papers with my teary eyes. "Everything was such a big lie" I whispered in my crooked voice. As the realisation came down on me. My throat was clogged with a big lump. I was not even able to swallow it or throw it out. It felt like it was stuck making breathing hard for me.

Breathing becomes difficult as my throat tightens and the air feels heavy as if it were thick with strain. "Did you hear?" Marco has a quiet voice, yet there's something menacing in it that makes my heart race. I start to reply, but the words get stuck in my throat. As I try to think of something, anything, to say that won't make this worse, I can feel my heart racing in my ears. I know I need to exercise caution, but my mind is racing. Everything might fall apart with a single misspoken word or action.

A dramatic buzz filled my eardrums, and the light felt like a bite on my skin. I knew it- My voice felt constricted, and I swallowed the lump down my throat, holding the hot tears that burned my eyes. “Oh,” No! I said, the word tight and sharp in my throat. “Thanks.” Please! I really do need this job! But the words remained stuck in my head, refusing to bypass my sore throat. I pressed the elevator button harder than necessary and I stood there, frozen, my tears impatiently waiting for the doors to slide shut. Her pitiful gaze was the last thing I saw in that building.

I decided to go in. ''Roman I am sorry to barge in, but I have to tell you somethin...'' I say opening the door. The rest of the words were stuck. It was like they were all collected into a large lump that was stuck in my throat. My heart felt like it was broken in half. I was suffocating.

I don't know if it's just me, but those particular words most times brings a feeling of dread all over me, like something bad was about to happen and I have no power at all to stop that feeling except to listen to whatever the person have to tell me. "Um, alright..." I replied, trailing off at the ending. "You know, I like you, right?" He started to say and at that particular moment, my breath decided to hitch in my throat. "I_" I started to say but the words seemed to be stuck in my throat, words that I don't even know could form anything meaningful once they escaped my closed off throat. "Hey, I'm not done yet." He muttered after some minutes just as his grip tighten over me.

Pedro Hernandez I have trouble breathing. I feel like my breath is stuck in my throat, scratching the walls with a sharp object, like a knife. I try to take in more air, but it's impossible, I'm suffocating. I can't speak, or I scream, even though I really want to, so that everyone - even across the ocean - can hear my despair. I'm heartbroken. I want to punch something, break something, but I wouldn't do it in a hospital, or I think I'd face charges for destroying public property.

Nothing comes out. The words are there. of course they are, I know exactly what to say, but they've gotten stuck somewhere between my heart and my throat. Lodged in the tangle of emotions that is threatening to overwhelm me completely. Kyle's thumb strokes my knuckles again. "Take your time," he murmurs. So quiet only I can hear. "I'm not going anywhere." A laugh bubbles up. Broken and wet and nothing like the poised, elegant sounds I've been trying to make all day.

My breath catches in my throat. Gods.