The Words Get Stuck In My Throat Novels & Stories

But the words died in my throat. ---

My throat closed up, trapping my voice. It wasn’t anger that consumed me. It was heartbreak, deep, dull, bruising heartbreak that sat in my chest and refused to let go.

At having my life planned by committee while I stand here with opinions nobody wants to hear. My throat feels tight, like I’m choking on everything I can’t say. Everything I can’t change. Fury battles heartbreak, and honestly? I’m not sure which one’s winning.

JOANNA. words got stuck up in my throat and I stood frozen, my body too numb to move. I desperately wanted to believe I was seeing things. An imagination, illusion, anything to explain the unthinkable scene unfolding before.. A slight hiccup crossed my throat as my chest tightened, I felt suffocated like I couldn't breathe. Tears were forming in my eyes as I pinched myself slightly, I still wanted to be in doubt because they were siblings right ? I gave myself a light slap to wake up! It seems my insecurity has gotten the best of me because what the heck was I imagining!

My throat closed. What had I done?

His hand that was clenched and ready to throw a punch fell to his side and he just stood there now. I heaved heavily, trying to catch my breath yet it felt so impossible. My chest became stuffed, my system panicked and my throat clogged. I couldn't breathe...

My Jerome. "Oh, Je— Oh, my." My last two words came out in a whisper. Involuntarily, my hand pulled over my widened mouth. I shook, fear engulfing me. The air between my larynx and trachea cut off, and got stuck in the pharynx. It was as if a rock had been crushed against my skull, wiping off my senses and memories that had been stored in my head. I was instantly numb. I couldn't believe this.

The first thing was weight. Not on my body, but inside it — like every breath I tried to take dragged stone through my lungs. The air burned. My throat felt flayed raw. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, metallic and dry, as though I’d swallowed rust.

Smacked straight into someone’s chest. “Sorry, I—” I looked up and the words got stuck in my throat. “What are you doing here?”

But the words stuck somewhere in my throat. So I left.