Why Am I Suddenly Stumbling Over My Words Novels & Stories

Liam asked, trying to substitute his anger for concern. “I'm …uh... I need to use the bathroom,” I nearly tripped over my own feet trying to get out of the kitchen as fast as I could. I couldn't feel my feet. No that wasn't it. I was too aware of my own feet. I couldn't seem to find my balance. I hardly ever tripped or fell or … any of those things. My feet were always firmly on the ground. But now? They seemed all over the place. Like I'd forgotten how to use them.

He urged but there was no way I could possibly calm down when he’s so close that it’s making my heart beat faster than usual. I swallowed as I closed my eyes, keeping it shut tight and forcing myself to get rid of the embarrassing feeling as I opened my mouth to speak. Calm down, Maeve. Calm down. “I— I can’t walk properly.” I rushed the words out of my mouth and as soon as it left my lips, I felt my insides burning really hot. The heat crept to my neck and slowly made its way to my face and then my neck before plummeting back down to the pit of my stomach.

Remember why you're here. “You seem lost in thoughts.” He pointed out as I tried to walk briskly in front of him. “Whatever it is, it can wait. The floor’s really slippery right now. You need to—” I whipped around, quicker than I'd intended to,“You don't have to! I'm fine—” My words got cut off as I tripped over my own damn feet from the turn, stumbling backwards from the slippery floors. Axel for some reason already felt like it was going to happen.

I smiled at her clumsiness, and walked to my table. Settling to sit on my seat, I jumped out of it again. I seriously didn't understand why I suddenly became so faltered. It was just a random and weird feeling. "Come down guy." I mumbled to myself, pacing from one corner to another in my enormous office. "You aren't the first 'soon to he dad' on Earth."

trance of thoughts when he snapped a finger in front of my eyes. Uhh.th.the.breakfast .kept it there" the hell with my voice. I don't know why I was stuttering in front of him. I will just faint if I don't go instantly out of this handome...ohhh..stop it ...what should I do with my mind. I unintentionally smacked my head.

I wanted to bury myself in the misery of being unable to speak without stammering. I reached for my notes, but in my nervous stupor, my hands shook and I knocked them all over the floor. When I bent down to pick my notes up, my head felt heavy and I dropped to my knees in a humiliating manner. I rolled around on the floor as my phone slipped far away on the floor from the impact. I went crawling to it, wondering what else I could ruin before the end of this call. I was an utter mess. "Hello? Are you alright, Miss Taylor?"

What do I say? Why is this so awkward! “I—” A strange wave washed hit me so hard my knees buckled. My head spun lightly, and the edges of my vision blurred. I blinked, trying to focus, but the room started tilting. “W–what…” I mumbled, gripping the side of the table for balance. Dante’s head snapped toward me instantly. His eyes narrowed in concern. “What’s wrong?” I tried to speak, but my tongue felt heavy. My knees finally gave way, and I felt myself slipping, the world spinning faster. I braced for the fall—

Despite the crazy occurrences happening to me. Now that he’s spoken to me, I can’t help but become aware of him even more as I grow nervous for no reason. “Uh...it’s not something big, I’m fine” Despite not stuttering my words, my voice comes out too light. He won’t buy this stupid excuse for sure. “Did you see something you shouldn’t have?” I can detect the light taunt in his vocals and I pout stubbornly, mumbling my reply, “No...it’s not like I planned for it to happen anyway. They were the ones being too careless...”

“It always keeps me worried at night and I can hardly focus on anything else anymore and it does not help that you tend to go hot and cold on me without any reason. One minute you are praising me and being all gentle with me and the next minute, you just go all harsh on me and it leaves me scared on how to act around and I know that I can be very awkward sometimes but I just can’t help it-“ I was rambling but I couldn't help it. It was like my brain was going through word vomit and my mouth couldn’t help but continue spewing out the words without even thinking about it. I was very sure it was doing nothing to help my cause but I just needed him to understand me from where I was coming from a

"DO YOU HEAR ME?" the stranger asked me, which jolted me out of my own trance and brought me back to the present moment. "I said, what are you doing here?" He assisted me in standing up and adjusting myself, and I instantly stood up. "What if you ask me for a dispensation first—I mean," When I stated it, I violently hit my mouth with my hand. Sometimes, I find that I find myself completely unable to control the words that flow out of my mouth. Then I shook my head and said, "I am so sorry, Sir. But." My response was a stuttering "No, I'm not what you're thinking, I'm trying to find out where the plates are located.” It is important to emphasize that I am not a thief. “Just so you know, Sir.