Things To Say Novels & Stories

"What do you expect me to say?" I hesitated for a moment, swallowing as I continued to gaze at him, now with a faint grin. "You should at least reply, so I don't feel like I'm talking to thin air! When I tell you I'm at work, the least you could say is, 'Okay. Have a safe day ahead!' or when I mention I'm eating, a simple 'eatwell' would do. Is that too much to ask?" He pressed his lips together, clearly trying to suppress a smile. Wait, was he mocking me?

"What do you do?" "Name things. Five things I can see. Four things I can touch. Three things I can hear. Two things I can smell. One thing I can taste. It grounds me. Reminds my brain that I'm in the present moment, not in whatever hypothetical catastrophe it's trying to construct."

Mia's POV I froze when I heard Leo's voice at the other end of the phone. Leo said hello again and I took a deep breath and responded and my voice came out very calmly and low. His voice was so deep and sounded sweet over the phone. I didn't know his voice was this sweet too over the phone. He mentioned my name again and I responded he asked if I was okay and I said Yes. He told me he had gotten home and wanted to let me know and also thanks me for the breakfast and lunch and that he enjoyed it.

We need to bite our tongues, and only say good things. This, my dear, is what they call it adventure name. If you stick to saying good things, you will put an end to secret talk, backbiting, gossip, complaint, and mistake (you can rebel against flaws or problems, but in a positive way). This will leave behind a huge chasm that must be filled.

"I shou‌ld g​o​." "Stay⁠," he sai‍d softly. "Please. Just⁠ tal‌k to me." "I don't know what to say.⁠" "Then don't​ say anyt⁠hi‍ng. J​u‍st sit here wi‍th me.⁠"

In the below-language that has no word for what it means but means it completely. *Yes,* I say. *This.* *This is what it was for.* *All of it.* *From the beginning.* *This.*

she chose without hesitation. "Love you too, beautiful," he shot back with a small laugh. Surprised, Paulina turned her torso to look at him, although she could only perceive the outline of his head in the darkness. "What did you say?" she asked, her heart pounding in her ears. "Learn this: A couple should never go to bed angry with each other. They should hug and say cute, sweet things. Idiot is not one of them." "And what if one of them really is an idiot?" she questioned, strange disappointment with his response.

"That's not nothing." "It's not enough either."

He had some interesting sayings. All of you with your ‘fucks' and ‘asses,' that takes no brains to say. Merely verbal filler of an empty mind. At least when I speak, I have things of importance to say. Yeah, like telling Ransom about his magic. I'm still not happy about that part, Ten. I was going to do it.

What’s this thing you’re trying not to do? Don’t say it’s nothing. There’s someone else you’re trying not to be, right there behind your eyes. I see it. Look at me. Please.