Why Am I Suddenly Stumbling Over My Words Novels & Stories

I just found myself falling from him. Yes, I am falling and I couldn't stop it. This wasn't a game anymore. “Why are you silent?” He suddenly asked me. I looked away embarrassed that he might notice me staring at him. “Me? I mean. Nothing. I- I was just thinking about something” shit why am I stuttering. He glanced at me while he's driving. “Are you okay?” He asked me. I nod repeatedly. If you kept on doing that Oldie, you'll make me fall even harder.

“Good night.” I was taken aback after he said that before I could get up on my bed. There’s no harm, so I decided to say it back. “Y-Yeah, good night.” Why do I have to stutter every single time? I lay on the bed with embarrassment filling me up. Can I please stop stuttering whenever I talk? And what’s up with my heart? It keeps beating faster and gradually getting louder as if I ran thousands of miles. Don’t tell me… I do have heart disease now? Am I going to die? But that seems better since I might meet Lia— No! What the hell am I thinking? How long do I even have to think about this?

I could feel the quiver in her breath as she exhaled and it damn near broke me. My throat thickened and I had to swallow the prominent lump that had formed to allow me to speak, but nothing came out. Again, words had failed me as they did at the graduation ceremony, and believe me, that didn't happen to me very often. This must be a new record. Usually, I suffer from verbal diarrhoea, but recently I'd been struck down with a dose of verbal constipation. With any luck, it'd be like a twenty-four-hour virus or something.

He retorts. I rub the back of my neck awkwardly and shrug. "I am not being worked up over that. I am just curious." I pause to sigh heavily. “The way… you p-put it." I stutter. My goodness, why am I stuttering now? I facepalm and mentally scold myself for my weaknesses. I am such an idiot! "Now you are stuttering." Brandon points out with a light chuckle.

I knew we had a mountain to climb. As she began her presentation, her voice emerged as a tremulous whisper, her words jumbled like puzzle pieces refusing to fit together. Her discomfort was as conspicuous as a red flag in a snowfield, her eyes darting anxiously around the room, skirting mine as if my gaze would morph into Medusa's and turn her to stone. Her sentences fragmented, ideas ricocheted off the walls without a clear path or purpose. The narrative thread was lost in a labyrinth of missteps and stutters. Her hands fluttered like distressed birds, her body language a cacophony of unease.

I walked straight to the front without thinking. And then…my knees simply gave out on their own. I landed hard on the cold floor. My palms pressed together. Clumsy. Awkward. Not knowing what the hell I was even doing. I lowered my head, squeezing my eyes shut. “Umm,” I muttered, my voice low. “ I don’t know how this works,” I admitted under my breath. “I don’t know who I’m supposed to talk to. Or if you even give a damn about someone like me.”

My stomach churned and my palms started to get clammy. “I—” I started to say but I couldn’t get any other words out. My throat felt dry and rough like sandpaper. I took a long pause before deciding to try again. “I-I’m-I’m not usually l-like that, I promise.” Speaking had never felt so difficult until that moment. It felt as if I had something stuck in my throat that made it difficult to speak. I twiddled my thumbs and tapped my foot on the ground repeatedly, I was a nervous wreck and with a thousand things happening to me at once, it felt like I’d pass out from panic.

Her chest weighed with guilt. "No-Nothing" Jasmine closed her eyes and cursed under her breath when she stuttered. Again! Why is this happening again? She was never someone who would stutter while talking. She always looks straight into eyes and speaks confidently but now what happened to that side of her? Is he affecting her that much? She felt a terrible feeling thinking that. He is affecting her, that too in a very bad way. He is draining out her confidence and boldness. He is making her weak and vulnerable.

He kissed my nose and smiled charmingly at me. “B-but I get anxious all the time, I easily g-get s-scared, I’m not f-fashionable or eye-catching. I’m a conversation k-killer, I don’t know h-how to keep a c-conversation going. I st-stutter a lot. I’m useless. I’m b-boring and broken. I-I even need to attend therapy. H-how could you choose me? I j-just I d-don’t get it.” I lowered my head.

“Why do you have trouble speaking in front of me, but not Eskal or Izak?” “Ah-uhmn,” I cleared my throat in an attempt to relax my muscles. I could feel a deep blush creep up my neck and ears, no one had asked me about my stutter since I was around five. The shame at being unable to properly articulate my thoughts threatened to form a vice around my chest. “Y-you’re m-mmm-much mm-more i-i-intimidating, a-alpha; and ah-ah-I d-don’t sss-ss-sp-ss-speak well r-regardless.” “So if you were more relaxed it would be easier for you to speak with me?” I nodded in response to Lucas’ question. I refused to make myself more of a fool than I’d already done. Lucas sipped his wine thoughtfully as he murmur