The Words Get Stuck In My Throat Novels & Stories

My bed does get lonely at times. I waited, but he didn't stop staring at me, so I turned to him. However, my eyes met him, and the words got stuck in my throat. Oh! .

Pain felt deep inside his chest. The throat was getting full of despondency. It felt like fiber inside his throat will tear if he tries to form any word. His thumping heart started to cause excruciating pain, as if it wants to jump out breaking his rib cage. He was having trouble swallowing food, even chewing it. With great reluctance, he was able to finish a piece of bread on his plate. He might have cried if his mother hadn't suddenly called him out of his delusion, "Need anything else?"

My throat closed up. Roman’s gaze slid to mine across the table, his expression unreadable. My mom frowned. “Sweetheart? You okay?” “I—yeah.” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat, forcing a shaky laugh. “Sorry. Just… choked a little.” Mom tilted her head, concerned. “Do you need water?” “No,” I said too quickly. “I’m fine. Totally fine.” Roman’s lips twitched. He didn’t say a word, but the weight of his silence pressed down on me harder than anything else.

I have this sinking feeling that it's my entire body that is in pain, but I still don't understand why! I make a sound of distress, but it comes out muffled... Something is in my mouth! Why is there something in my mouth? Not just my mouth, but it is down my throat, and it's causing discomfort and drying my lungs out! What is going on? I don't like this at all! I need to take it out! I'm going to choke! I try to get my eyes to open, but they feel like they weigh a thousand pounds! Why can't I open my eyes? I need to see what's going on!

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat. A message popped up... ******

Can't push anything through. Can't scream across it. The bond is there but it's wrong. Muffled. Distant. Fear sharpens. Cuts deeper. I suck in a breath to call out— And nothing comes. My chest tightens and my throat boils, but nothing comes out. Not even a rasp. I freeze. Try again. Still nothing. My voice is gone. Not hoarse. Not strained. Gone. A low animal dread settles into my stomach. Heavy and sick. "What… is going on," I try to say.

I still felt as if I was still stuck at one spot, just wrestling myself. I was running short of breath, and the water in my mouth threatened to go down my oesophagus. I still held on, trying so much to keep the water in my mouth, but after a while I succumbed, letting not only the water in my mouth, but the ones around to find their way down my throat.

How could he disappear without a trace at all like being swallowed up by the earth . Not being able to see it and hear it made me almost breathless, it felt like a lump was blocking my throat. Every breath I took was heavier than before. If I knew I couldn't see her anymore, I wouldn't have let her go that afternoon, I wouldn't have wasted my time sleeping. My frustration makes me want to slam or throw something. I buried my face in my hands and screamed loudly. But no matter how much I screamed, my throat still felt like it was blocked up.

How could he disappear without a trace at all like being swallowed up by the earth . Not being able to see it and hear it made me almost breathless, it felt like a lump was blocking my throat. Every breath I took was heavier than before. If I knew I couldn't see her anymore, I wouldn't have let her go that afternoon, I wouldn't have wasted my time sleeping. My frustration makes me want to slam or throw something. I buried my face in my hands and screamed loudly. But no matter how much I screamed, my throat still felt like it was blocked up.