Finding My Voice Novels & Stories

I just hoped she's not going to storm in here and confront me with whatever I've done wrong. Unless she knows that I swallowed some siren's tongue to make my voice sound incredible. Whenever I start talking, it's still my natural voice. But when I opened my mouth to sing, I heard someone's inside me. I've flicked through my social media, and I found myself throughout everyone's pages. I was overwhelmed by delightful and encouraging messages I've read with a lot of hearts.

Peach mumbled before closing his eyes, followed by the tears freely trickling down his cheeks. . . . "Peach...Peach...Peach," a mysterious voice from nowhere called him. Peach opened his eyes and wandered the surroundings. "Who are you?" and "Where am I?" asked Peach, his eyes roaming the vast surface looking for the owner of the mysterious voice. "You don't have to know who I am; I heard your heart's greatest desire and prayers. Do you truly want to be with him again?" asked the mysterious voice echoing from the vastness of nowhere.

Eventually, Tess and Jack could not take it anymore and called Maddox. He came and coaxed me until I told him everything. In my memory, that was the first time I had cried so miserably. I did not want to be a nasty person. But I also hated doing whatever I was doing/not-doing to be a good person. Bro, Tess, Jack, and Tessa’s grandmother would talk to me and convince me that I was not a terrible person. It took a couple of months. Finally, their words sank in, and I stopped acting out.

I know I should tell them where I'm going but I just need to be alone for a while. Drake and Archer find me at the park an hour later. Not sure if my family realized I was gone this late or they were giving me time to cool off. I'm trying to perfect the forward flip off the ramp but I'm having a hell of a time perfecting it. I can't land it, not once.

I knew it was very risky because he could be a pervert, a serial killer, or a human trafficker. Against my better judgment, I limped to his gate and knocked on it but there was no reply. I kept knocking until I finally gave up and turned to leave but I suddenly heard a man's voice asking, "who are you?" I didn't know how to describe myself so I said, "I am looking for Mr. Victor. I am the girl whom he asked earlier in the day to be his wife." The man said, "hold on, let me inform him.' After a while, I heard Mr. Victor's voice asking, "what was your reply when I said I wanted you to be my wife?"

For some reason it seems so familiar, and I know I need to find this voice. It will give me answers to all the unknown questions that I have. I hope it can tell me who I am and what I have lost. Suddenly as I run the fog begins to thin. Panting with heavy breath I make myself run faster toward the sound of that beautiful voice. I have been stuck here for so long in the quiet of the fog that I suddenly feel excitement to meet someone, anyone.

My thumb tremble slightly as I pressed play. And the voice came up. A nice cool voice that I'd surely recognize when I hear it again. Who the heck could this be? I need to find out and get deeper.

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.

I let my intent and purpose fill my voice, and I project it outward unto him. "Look at me and see that I am unharmed” I wait, but his face remains hard, and he doesn’t do anything. “Look. at. me." My voice comes out commanding, but more surprisingly, he looks back at me, golden orbs clashing with the ordinary brown of mine. I look back at him in silence, simply marvelling at how my voice sounded. I sounded sure, I sounded confident, I sounded like someone in control, and I really liked it.

I wanted to confront her, to raise my voice and demand an explanation for her audacity, but when I tried to speak, my voice betrayed me. It was as if my throat had suddenly become a barren desert, devoid of any sound. Panic welled up inside me as I frantically clutched at my throat, desperately trying to make sense of this sudden loss of voice. Tears streamed down my cheeks, betraying the turmoil that raged within me. How could I express my thoughts and feelings when I couldn't even find the words to do so?