Discovering Your Voice Novels & Stories

I tried to speak. The first attempt did not produce words. Just a tightening in my throat, a kind of pressure behind my eyes that I had been holding back since the corridor in the boys dormitory and possibly since this morning and possibly since my birthday when all of this started and I had been moving too fast to feel most of it. The second attempt produced something. "What am I supposed to do?" My voice came out wrong. Smaller than I had intended it, cracked at the edges, the specific sound a voice made when the thing behind it was too large for the channel it was moving through.

Maybe I'm just stressed out from working too much. "No, you didn't mishear. I'm right here, but you can't see me with your naked eyes" "Who the hell are you?" I shouted. "Ssshhhh," it said. "You would attract other people's attention" "So what do you want from me?" I asked, trying to sound as calm as I could. "You need to find out who you really are" the voice whispered so close to my ear, and I shivered.

"Yes, Olivia?" "I want to feel loved." I finally said. His brows came up in a questioning manner and I suddenly began to feel so nervous. I wanted to tell him I didn't have any wish and run away but I got to understand that sometimes, my voice had a mind of its own and could just choose to disappear. I had to make talking such an intentional thing, I have to pull my source from within and channel it to my vocals before I could speak.

I used to feel guilty for it but now I’m just used to it. I first came across my ability when I was in elementary school. At that time, I was not able to understand what was happening with my surrounding as I suddenly heard the voice of a girl saying she has a crush on Ren and wants to know about his likes and dislikes. When I asked her about this, she ran away from me, crying .Till this day I can still remember the expression she had in her face. She was confused and scared at the same time. Later, I started to discover many more secrets of my classmates, teachers and all the people I met. I was scared I don’t want to listen to all this. I tried covering my ears and to run away from all the

The surroundings became quiet and almost all of them were looking at me. "Hi everyone.." I started. "It's been 5 years since I started to sing and compose some songs privately. I didn't mean to hide my identity but it is the only way I could avoid myself from disappointment. I'm afraid that one day, I'll lose you all when I told the public who I really am. But now, I dare to show up and introduce myself to all of you." I looked in mom's direction, she was crying now and so were Therese and Michelle but joy and happiness could still be seen on their faces.

She did not know if her voice would hold for it. What she knew was that she hummed in the shower now. Low, exploratory. Finding a note and staying on it. The sound surprised her every time. Different from what she had trained. Lower and rougher and more honest. Like a voice that had not learned yet to perform itself. She was learning to like it. In the studio on a Wednesday morning with rain on the tall windows and Mateo’s hands moving down her spine and Isla’s voice saying breathe here, go further, let it out, Vivienne Sarto opened her mouth.

commented a voice beyond the cell. It was the first time I heard any sound other than avid steps and my own muffled arches. Emotion grew in me, and without realizing it, I was already standing on one of my legs and dragging me close to the light. “ Hello? "I called it softly. I didn't think about the possibility that talking with a burnt throat in violence could resemble so much the displeasure of ingesting broken glass. I scratched my throat and sought a deep breath. "Is there anyone here?

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

Hence, I do just this. “Hey! How did your day go today?” I smile at myself in the mirror, and yes, I can see that I am doing too much with the smile and the voice. I have crafted my voice too deeply to sound more bass, and that does not sound natural, and I have crafted my smile in a way that makes me look silly and not cute. Thus, I try again. “Hey! How did your day go today?” It still does not feel right, and I try again and again until suddenly I begin to hear a strange clicking sound approaching the restroom.

“Is there something you don't want me to know, that you've been thinking about?” I don't know how, but my voice sounded so tiny and inviting. The sudden feeling of exploration was gradually sipping into my being.