Why Am I Suddenly Stumbling Over My Words Novels & Stories

"Ah , no , mhmm , no don't touch me " Lana felt as if someone was tearing her body into half , the pain was constant no matter how many times she tried to push the warm body that kept surging in and out of her ; the person just won't budge.

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.

ANNELISE I shivered again at the action, which for sure was weird for a first encounter, but somehow felt so familiar. So right. So, to the point. “I…” I stuttered, lost for words. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t just lost for words. My mind was also wandering. I couldn’t make sense of what had just transpired. I couldn’t even think straight. If you asked me now how much 1+1 is, I’d say, ‘A thousand?’

" I stood there for a moment, still breathing hard. My body was hot, my legs were weak, but I forced myself to move. I picked up the tray and went back to the kitchen. ******* I tried to keep my mind on the dishes, the floor, and the counters. I washed every plate and wiped the same spot on the table twice. I swept the kitchen again, even though it was already clean. But nothing helped. My hands were busy, but my head was somewhere else. I kept thinking about him. Mr. Grey. His voice, his hands and the way he said, “You’re new to this.” Just remembering those words, made my cheeks warm. My body still felt different, wet, and sensitive. Every time I moved, I felt it between my leg, It made me

"What?" "Sure I'm clumsy and I make mistakes, but that's on me and it's your own bad luck, not mine, that I am bound to you. So I'm not going to deny that I trip down stairs when there's no water or that I don't know all my allergies or that I cry at the littlest things like I'm a baby. It was already hard enough having to suffer that by myself and I don't need you to remind me that I'm the reason for your bad luck in everything!" I hated how my words sounded barely clear as I'd said it all in one sentence. I just needed out now that my silent moment in the bath was interrupted.

The shock that greeted me there was like a slap in the face, leaving me reeling and frozen in place. I stood there, wanting to speak, to express the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, but my voice was trapped. No words came out, just a hollow silence that hung in the air, a testament to my struggle to find the right words. My lips moved, but the sounds remained locked inside, refusing to escape.

she yelled, then rushes into Seth's side and caresses his face. "Son." she said softly, kissing his brow. I put my hands over my eyes and close them. No, I can't take it any longer, my tears would have fallen by now. Guilt clawing inside me. I'm feeling very weak, and the stone wall that I have put up around me is crumbling to pieces. Fuck these emotions! I cleared my throat to get their attention, and they all turned to look at me. "S-sorry to bother you, but I-I just wanted to say that I had to go." Why am I stammering? Fuck it, damn it! I hate this.

Uncertainty and fear intertwined within me. Before Clyde could unleash his response, a surge of panic washed over me, causing me to feel an immediate need to fix my impulsive outburst. "I... I didn't mean to say it," I stuttered, desperately trying to take back the sharp words that slipped out during our heated confrontation. It was as if my emotions got the best of me, and I instantly regretted it. I wished I could turn back time and choose my words more carefully.

I’m ten feet away when the world goes soft. It’s not an attack. It’s an… absence. A sudden, heavy fog in my mind. My legs buckle, not from pain, but from a profound, unnatural lethargy. My furious momentum carries me forward a few more stumbling steps before I crash into the wall, sliding down to the floor.

She sometimes stutter, not because it comes up in her speech like mine, but because, she doesn’t know the next word to use. That is not the aspect that makes her not brought. It is the fact that she makes her audience know that she made a mistake, or that she doesn’t actually have an idea on what she is saying, that is what does. So in the issues of the intellect, I’m not so bright myself, but I am confident that she doesn’t intimidate me.