Why Am I Suddenly Stumbling Over My Words Novels & Stories

he didn't know what to say, so he just said the only words that came to his mind and prepared to walk to the bathroom, and again she said something "Well...what I meant to say was...you injured haven't healed up yet...so I wondered if I could help you a little"she stammered the words out as she fiddled with her fingers which seemed cold and sweaty for some reason, what was she saying g even her didn't understand why her mouth and brain were working together against her to bring shame on her

I stammer as I blush a deep red as I notice everyone is watching our interaction. "Why are you stammering; are you dumb or something?" Willow, the youngest female demands irritated at me. "I-I-I h-have a s-s-stutter, m-my b-brain t-thinks f-faster t-than I c-can s-speak; I-I'm s-sorry," I try to explain.

It was of no use, shaking my body just worsened the issue and I started getting dizzy. Noah tapped my shoulder. "Are you okay, why did you stop?" He looked at me with his eyebrows drawn upwards. "I d…don't know, I f…feel strange." My words were coming out in stutters. I was sweating profusely and my head felt heavy.

It was as if I had been hit with a heavy object on my head which had caused me to lose my memory. Again, I gulped. “I w-wanted to a-ask you t-to… I don’t know! I-I don’t t-think I have a-anything t-to say t-to you!” I stuttered, wanting to slap myself so hard for stuttering that hard. I only felt worse when Massimo laughed and with a small smile, said; “I knew you had nothing to say.” I wanted to tell him how wrong he was, to yell at him because he was using my feelings against me but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. Instead, I opened and closed my mouth continuously like a goldfish.

I stammered, trying to sound confident. But as I stood up to begin my questioning, I felt like I was walking through a fog. My words were slurred, my thoughts disjointed. I stumbled over my questions, struggling to keep my train of thought. My client looked at me with concern, and I knew I was letting her down. I was supposed to be her advocate, her defender. But right now, I was barely holding it together. As the day wore on, I continued to struggle. I couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate. My mind was a jumble of emotions, a tangled web of pain and hurt.

It was low, but at the same time gruff, suggesting how romantic he wanted to sound. The foundation of my clitoris was already vibrating and producing more liquid. I would be embarrassed to death if my drippings flowed out through my thighs. “Or was he smiling because I was dripping? Did he notice my wetness?” I wanted to say a word, but I couldn't speak with sudden involuntary pauses, and I was afraid that I'd have the tendency to repeat the initial letters of words. The last time I had opened my mouth to say a word, my vocal cavity had failed me, and I ended up swallowing a lump.

He practically left me dump stock, and I believe and drool right now. "Hi, a mmm hmm I'm.... God please help I don't really know what's going on with me like I can't introduce myself, I'm short of words, nothing is coming out of my mouth, I don't know how to stretch my hands to him to introduce my self... why can't I tell him my telling my name is it ? Oh my omg what is going on with my heart is pounding, oh my gosh, gosh, what is going on.

my mom turns to call one of the maids who are standing behind us. “Oh! No, not at all. I was just trying to sink everything in my head. I am a little dizzy about what is happening to me lately.” I said amazed as to how I said those without stuttering, I take a deep breath then pick the spoon and the fork beside my empty plate.

"Look, I'm sorry but I didn't mean to do that. I have been really worried about coming here today because I don't know much about the company. I needed some kind of distraction and there you were.... I mean.... You understand what I mean... I don't mean that I just used you as a distraction.... I just mean that.... I don't even know. I'm rambling I know. I tend to keep on rambling when I'm nervous till someone stops me....and I feel like I'm saying the word 'mean' a lot"

The doctor also noted that my mental state seemed vastly improved since the last time he’d seen me. This morning, despite an abundance of jittery anxiety racing through my veins, I’m ecstatic to inhale a deep breath of crisp morning air. It tastes like freedom. Flipping delicious freedom. I arrived a little late for training, which I hadn’t meant to, but I was in such a damn hurry getting dressed that I caught my foot while trying to jam it into my legging. After hopping around and bouncing off near every piece of furniture in my room, I landed painfully on my ass. I indulged in a few minutes of lying on the floor before I felt coordinated enough to get dressed. Clumsiness is not me. I am su