Word Choice Novels & Stories

Jane got angry immediately she heard gifts words. "Hey, no need to be boiling. Moreover, do you want to deny that you don't warm his bed?" Wendy spoke. "Fuck!! Seriously? You too?

"When you do that. The one-word sentences. The — finality of them." "I'll take that," I said. "She would have liked you very much," he said. "Not just loved — liked. There's a difference. She liked people who didn't waste words." I looked at my hands. "I wasted a lot of words for a long time," I said. "Trying to say the right things to the wrong person." "No," Richard said. "You were precise. You were always precise. You just didn't have anyone listening carefully enough to hear it."

, he continued, she cringed distastefully at his choice of words. "You don't have to act that way around me, I ain't judging you though, it's better than that riff-raff of a boy that you position in your office daily", he said the last word with an evil chuckle. "Don't!!", she warned. "Don't do what?, You should be precise in your choice of words, cause, I don't know what you mean when you say, DON'T. Remind me if it's a noun or a pronoun", he jabbed, laughing to his statement.

--- --- Something chosen. --- Something that didn’t need to prove itself to exist. --- --- Because it already did. --- --- Out loud. --- ---

Choose. The word slammed into me like a hammer. The weight of it crushed the room, the walls, the air. Choose. What did that even mean? Choose between what? Choose between Dream and… what? Between reality and his wish? Between myself and the people who had lived in this world alongside me, even if they were nothing more than code now?

Everyone in the room fell silent. All eyes were on me as they waited for my response. Right then, someone wheeled Nathaniel Chapman into the room. He looked genuinely ill, so weak that he couldn't leave his wheelchair. A knowing smile spread across everyone's faces at that sight. I was about to declare that I would marry Nathaniel when Mr. Chapman Senior's words came to mind. "Since you've chosen Nathaniel, I respect your decision," he had said. "But for now, don't say anything. Everyone will know once things settle."

He noticed. I forced a small laugh, ruffling his hair. “Weeping?” He straightened his back, looking almost smug. “Yes. I read in the dictionary that ‘weeping’ is another word for crying. Do you like it? I'm trying to use words other people don't use,” he said, his eyes aglow with excitement and expectation. I grinned, nodding, “Yes, I like it,” I paused before adding. “But when speaking with people, use words they'll understand right away. That way, they really hear and understand what you're saying.”

Vren signaled the bartender for another drink. There were a few women flashing smiles his way, the invitation clear and plain. He would jump to the opportunity to spend the night with one of them and leaves her bed early in the morning before she wakes up to offer breakfast – which he normally steer clear from. He enjoyed most of it. He likes to socialize and he happens to like women. However, things got a little different when he turned thirty. His choices narrowed and he went from a little picky to exceedingly... picky. And it sucked the fun out of everything. He could even say it was so damn close to lonely.