The Words Get Stuck In My Throat Novels & Stories

He squeezed my mouth open, the roughness hurting my cheeks. "No. Nomnm..." My protests muffled from the food invading my mouth. Before I could even try spitting it out, his hand wrapped over my lips hard, not giving me any opportunity to move my mouth or chew the food. Not that I would. Somewhere between my struggles and his forceful conduct, I swallowed it. Maybe it was from the dryness in my throat or the whole chunks of cake, the food got stuck in my throat. Might even went down the wrong pipe I couldn't tell, because the air suddenly got cut off from my system.

Something thick and heavy clogs my throat, like I can’t breathe, can’t swallow. For a second—it feels like the knife isn’t at his throat. Like it’s pressed to mine. “DO IT!” His voice cracks like thunder, shaking me to my core. “I can’t.” The words tear out of me, raw and broken. The knife slips from my fingers. He catches it—fast—and throws it on the floor. It lands with a sharp clang somewhere in the dark.

The unfamiliar words, the lump in my throat. I started to feel this hotness in my stomach and back of my head. My lungs felt tight and my respiratory system suddenly felt blocked. And before I knew it, everything went blank. . ...*

Why not give them more things to talk about? I put my phone down, and stepped into the tub. I leaned back, and tried to relax. It was a lot harder than it looked. I was constantly feeling uneasy, and had a heavy heart. There was a huge lump in my throat, and no matter how many times I tried to swallow, it wouldn't go away. I felt as though the walls were closing in on me, and there was a lack of air. It felt like I was drowning. The more I thought about it, the more my head throbbed.

A white-hot spike tore through my gut, leaving me weak and breathless. Clutching the doorknob for my dear life, I tried to yell for Hazel. But the words stuck in my throat, choked by a rising tide of nausea. My voice was a prisoner trapped inside me. Maybe Hazel was banging on the door earlier, but the throbbing in my head drowned out any sound.

I felt a huge lump form in my throat which made it hard to swallow. “Dad, don’t say that. You will be fine.” I said, my own throat blocked as my voice sounded more like a croak. “The medics are arriving soon.” I told him as I choked on a tear. He smiled once again. But this time it was weaker and more painful.

My breath cut off for a second. The woman noticed immediately. "That noise scared you," she said softly. "Yes," I whispered. My throat felt tight, like the word had to push its way through. "It sounded like... something else." "Like what?" I opened my mouth. Then stopped. The image was right there - hovering just out of reach, the way a word sometimes sits on the very tip of your tongue and won't come out no matter how hard you try. Metal. Movement. Something pressing in from all sides. A dull throb started building behind my eyes.

My throat feels like it's closing up from being so scared. Max doesn't say anything at first. He doesn't have to. The way he's looking at me says everything. The silence between us feels super heavy, like it's pushing down on my chest. My heart's beating so fast I think it might explode. I try to take a tiny step toward him because I really need him to understand. I need to tell him I didn't do this, that I'm not a murderer. But the words get stuck in my throat like they're glued there.

Charlie An ever growing lump in my throat blocks any words that I would want to speak. Yet, after several swallows the blockage doesn’t seem to waver, making my voice croak. “Can I help you?” The dark entryway and living room only make me more terrified. All this large open space is causing my imagination to run wild, wondering what’s hiding in those dark corners even though I know the trespasser is outside.

She took it and gulped down in one go. Half an hour Later, Adrija felt scratchess in her throat. She still continued to practice. An hour later, Her voice turned husky and sore. She was unable to gulp down her saliva. Pain started acting up as her voice got stuck in her throat while practicing. Other student immediately inform the management and they admitted her to the hospital.