Why Am I Suddenly Stumbling Over My Words Novels & Stories

No stupid, he said face to face, as using our mind link will make this worse! I chastise myself, blaming the lack of sleep for my dumbing down lately as I slide trough the kitchen unseen and get to the back-porch door in record time. Getting used to my new speed and zipping around when you don’t want to be seen is the perfect practice. I’ve stopped bumping into things and tripping over my own feet in hyper speed mode, but I haven’t yet mastered how not to get breathless. It takes it out of me after a short sprint.

My cheeks feel damp. Am I crying? I glance up at Ella who stands above me, looking at Alec with disappointment. Before Alec can say anything she goes back to the dishes, letting us finish our conversation. "I'm going to see her today." "Are y-you fucking w-with me r-right now?" I bolt up, slamming my hands on the table as my chair crashes on the floor behind me. I bite my lip, realizing my stutter is taking over my words. That stupid stutter I thought I took control of is now back in the worse time.

My vision blurred with tears as I tried to open my mouth to speak but no words came out. My words came out startled as I stammered a bit, “How… did… You know?”

Kr maybe it’s because u do not know why i flet so itchy to share this with her. “I don’t know, but I just don’t know why I told you this now.” I stutter and turn my stare away from her. I legs are now becoming shaky. Not that I am feeling tired or weak, but therebus this kid of feelin gine has when he or she is not knowing the right words to use in expressing himself or herself. Exactly, that’s the Situation I am in right now. She doesn’t speak after I said this. Her eyes are peeking without twitching. I don’t know what lore she is expecting to hear, but I think there is nothing to be said though.

I managed to catch a few of his words, though my mind struggled to process them amidst the stirring anxiety in my chest. "Yeah, I'm... I'm okay," I stuttered after I had found my voice. I tried to steady myself on the crutches but they kept on slipping under me. "I'm... I'm actually--WHOA!!!" The crutches suddenly slipped from beneath me, causing me to lurch forward. Instinctively, I reached out for support, but all I caught was air.

My lips and tongue are now very numb to even twitch. “Are you saying it or not?” He thrutchs his face away from my front and slowly whispers these words in my right ears. The frequency of goosebumps that causes a cold on my body is unexplainable. I push down saliva with my hands frozen. His voice keeps resounding in my ear. I won’t lie, my eyes just closed as soon as his voice dropped in my ear. “I…I…” I stutter inaudibly and shit it! The words aren’t coming out. What the hell is wrong with me!? Why can’t I get a grip over myself?

Okay, that told me that everything that just left my lips was comprehensible, clear and most importantly easy to understand. So, I took the next step, I looked down at my page, and as per usual, my whole speech was swimming in front of me. Oh God, what in the hell was going on. I guess that I just needed to say it, "I know that all of you- I mean, it says that-" I was fumbling this, tripping over my words, and I could hear the clear mutters nad random sniggers, but it was not as if Miss Smith could punish them for laughing at my complete and utter failure. I felt as if I was a deer trapped in headlights. Until, I felt a gentle hand touch my arm, I turned around seeing Miss Smith standing in

My fingers fidgeted as the lie burned out of my tongue , his gaze flickered slightly and I guessed he got the hint of me using the word 'mom'. I stepped an inch away from the door way only do I could slam it closed, I didn't get enough time to regret my stupid mistake as he nudged my shoulders and barged his way inside. I lost my footing and fell gracelessly to the carpeted floor of the living room. Why does this seem to be happening a lot ? "Hey what are you doing! " I cried out, my voice etched with raw panic , my heart thundered furiously as I scrambled my way back to my feet.

She trailed off, biting her lip and looking away as another drop of rain landed on her arm. I snatched my eyes away before they wandered to her other luscious parts and said, "I-I don't ... I'm... I-I." My words came out in a shameful stutter and I balled my fists. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I stood still and forgot to blink while my heart decided to jingle against the chambers of my chest. Now sweaty, my hands trembled, making the food they held feel extremely heavy. One by one, the fruits began slipping off my fingers, eager to feel the hard surface beneath my feet. Words showed a new pair of heels, and off, they played hide and seek in the back of my throat, and now, only a lump wanted to come out. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE!?”