Discovering Your Voice Novels & Stories

Sipped lukewarm coffee at midnight and stared out my window, searching for a line that would make someone feel something. Because that’s what I knew how to do—make words feel. The task was twofold: a written application and a five-minute video presentation that captured not just my experience, but my editorial vision. What kind of voice would you elevate if given the chance? they asked. I knew the answer instinctively. Voices that have been overlooked, muted, or flattened into someone else’s comfort. Voices like mine. Like Mara’s. Like every girl who learned to survive by folding herself small.

The moon reaches its zenith, bathing us both in light that seems to come from another world entirely, and I feel something shifting inside me – not breaking, but opening, like a flower finally ready to bloom. For months, I've been fighting to find my voice, struggling against years of conditioning that taught me words were weapons that would be turned against me. But sitting here in the moonlight with the man who loves me without condition, I realize I've been approaching it all wrong. My voice was never lost – it was simply waiting for the right moment, the right person, the right reason to emerge. The word builds in my chest like a prayer, like a song, like the first breath of a newborn ta

“There’s an unmistakable feeling that you’ll get when you’ve found her. Well, it’s more than a feeling. It’s a voice.” “A voice?” asked Mandy, now apparently interested in the subject as well. Mom nodded. “There’s a voice deep inside you; it’s your mate,” she explained. “When the time is right, you’ll find your mate’s voice inside of you. Even when you’re far apart and even when things seem like they’re just going to completely fall apart, your mate’s voice inside will be there. You’ll be able to feel that love and, if you’re apart, you can go to her.”

“What do you need that’s real?” I swallowed hard. My cheeks burned. “I need hands that aren’t mine. A mouth that doesn’t stop when I shake. Someone who can take control so I don’t have to for once.” The words felt raw coming out, but saying them loosened something tight in my chest. “And your voice… it does something to me. It feels like I’ve heard it before. Like you already know how to push every button I have.”

The voice was both her savior and her doom. That damn amazing voice. The handsome hottie! Her entire body shivered for a second, and it was unbearable wherever anything touched her skin, and her eyesight was low contrast and gray. "Wake up, Sophie, you can do this, follow my voice." How the hell would I do that? I felt like a cow ready to be canned. What the hell should I do? "Wait, you can see me?" "No! But I can hear you." "Who are you?"

God, I'll cry hard if that's gonna happen. He nod his head as if he remembered it just by now."Yeah, yeah. Just focus and think you're about to speak normal or imagine you're about to scream out loud, perhaps. You experienced that because your brain has been traumatized and it affects your speaking ability. Just try and try finding your voice..." I followed what he said. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening my mouth. I think of shouting all my emotions and moments later, I heard my own voice. At first, it was low and tiny but it eventually turned loud.

I turned the water off before I sat quietly and listened. Nothing. only the sound of the water running. I knew I had heard it. Deciding it was just the overwhelming excitement of my first shift, I hopped in the shower. The warm water felt amazing on my skin. As I started to relax, I heard it again, the voice. It sounded louder this time. I yanked the shower door open, no one. I looked around trying to see through the steam. I stepped out of the shower, as I looked around some more, the voice spoke.

my subconscious screams. “Get it together you badass sultry vixen” My inner goddess is screaming. I am a thousand shades of red, I can feel it. “What are the chances?” my two inner voices are now having a conversation without me. At this point I am going to need nicknames for them.

he hissed at me and I gasped fakely. "Oh my god, I didn't see you. I'm so sorry." I said in a thick gravelly voice. I cringed internally upon hearing my voice. Way to go! You might be thinking I could've just run away, but that might seem suspicious and I can't risk that, especially with this man who knows A to Z about me. I just hope he doesn't recognize me with this fake voice and my disguised self. My heart was beating loudly and I feared it would jump out of my chest at any moment.