Discovering Your Voice Novels & Stories

Separating it. Breaking it apart. The same way I had before. The same way the diary had taught me to. The pulses stretched. Shifted. Aligned. My fingers lifted unconsciously, tracing in the air again. Matching it. And then— The sound changed. Not louder. Clearer. Like something pushing through interference. A voice— But not fully formed. Layered beneath the distortion. I leaned closer. Heart pounding. “Come on…” I whispered. The sound broke again. Then aligned.

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.

I haven't talked in a long time so first I think I should try making any noise I can try through my throat. 'Aaa...aaa...aaa' thank god there is no one in the room other than me because I am making such an embarrassing sound. I sound like an old broken speaker. I kept continuing trying to make some steady sound. I had my eyes closed and I was focusing on my voice. I didn't notice someone coming in or door opening.

He scrolled to the very top of our conversation and finally opened the voice message from three days ago, the one he had never bothered to listen to. [Let's break up.] Just a few seconds. A few words. William stared blankly at the two-letter word he had so casually typed in reply: [OK.] His hand trembled, and with a clatter, the phone fell to the floor.

Nice one Dan… Last night’s argument was now a constant reminder until these little purple marks and the tenderness that came along with them disappeared. My morning routine consisted of a hot shower to awaken my senses and a conversation with… myself. Not because I am insane… Well, not that I think I am, but more so I could give myself a pep talk, you know, to try and boost my confidence, or to answer an old argument with some witty comments that I wish I had said, or, even to practice my speech for my Prime Minister election… Yes, we have all been there… Today’s self-talk was different though. It was a conversation with an imaginary person and one where I explained my entrapment and why it

I even started a list of names for myself for fun The silent one Mind Speaker Truth Talker Redeemer Super mind truth teller I had decided on Super Mind Truth Teller, just because it was so cheesy and everyone loves a little cheese right? It was a small victory and it was a little bit of a relief. I walked around school with my head held high, silent as usual, but a little smile was creeping up under my usual frown. Though following that, I found out, my voice could be heard by others too. Others who were listening to my thoughts all the time, just like I was listening to others.