Words Instead Of Said Novels & Stories

"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."

They were saying it. Out loud. And once said...... it couldn’t be taken back.

He leaned down and kissed Davis forehead, he grabbed the door handle. "I just remembered, I'm very late for the office.. see you later!" He said in a hurry and rushed out. I know he's getting away from my wrath, I laughed evilly.. I'll still see him in the evening. "Right, Arthur just reminded me.. hurry up we'll be late for work too" Adele said. My eyes locate the wall clock and I gasped loudly. "Darn! We're so freaking late!" I exclaims. Using words like *darn* in place of *damn* and *freaking* in place of *f**king* because of Davis.

“There! I said it!” “That’s NOT what I meant!”

"Thаt'ѕ thе оthеr word, Sаrgе." "Thеn I саn say оnе wоrd, but nоt thе other оnе, аnd ѕоmе people саn say bоth? It ѕееmѕ lіkе a dоublе ѕtаndаrd to mе." "I wіll ѕtісk with rооѕtеrfіѕh....................................................

She asked, her eyes widening slightly, which made me confused. Had I said the wrong word? “I said you could be wearing a sackcloth and you would still look ethereal,” I reiterated, “Should I have not said that? I'm sorry, baby girl.” “No, after that,” She uttered, “The two words after that sentence.” It was then it hit me. I had called her “my love.” The words had come naturally to me, and I didn't even realize when I said them. “My love,” I said, with a smile.

His words were so fast, that it got me off guard, that I fucked up…big time “Not sure…. It depends” I said before I could think I said before I couod take my words back My words were like a open sentence, that was inviting a lot of things and he would be a fool if he didn’t get that one point “Get down” He instructed “What?” My eyes widened

"I missed this, too. Just sitting and eating together with you." "Likewise. Sweetheart, can you not use the word you used before?" "What word?" she asked innocently. "You mean the word 'sitting?'" "You know what I'm talking about." She munched on the sandwich, her eyes watching me, intently; a smear of peanut butter was at the corner of her lips. "I don't understand." "The word 'Fuck.'" I said finally. "Please don't use it when I'm not around." "What does the word mean?" she asked.

I said firmly. itsclarixass

Said it like a prayer. I didn’t stop.