Finding My Voice Novels & Stories

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.

Find Me: English translation Alright reserved. © 2020 Belle Cassy This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Introduction... Jack’s Perspective I was standing on the balcony, having some fresh air and I was thinking of something deeper than the sea, trying to understand my own creatures and perceptions. And then, I sighed when I remembered her… A woman that I couldn’t get off of my mind, she was always inside my brain no matter how hard I tried to move on.

"But he will never stop coming for me." 'Then you need to go in there and prove yourself,' the voice tells me. "I don't know how many men are waiting for me," I can hear my voice shaking. 'You are stronger than you know,' the voice says quietly. 'You have powers beyond your ability of sight. You just need to search within yourself.' "I don't know how to do that," I plead with the voice. 'You can still run,' the voice says worriedly. "No," I say crankily. "I cannot keep running from Faris."

Again I heard that voice. I should go. I should find her. That voice is calling me and asking something from me. I trusted my instincts. I came out of the room. I followed the voice. I crossed the corridors. At some point, I felt it was very close, and at another point, it was far. I can't able to find it.

voice said. It was my voice, or I think it was my voice. Argh, I can’t remember. “Nobody is listening to us,” a guy’s voice sounded. “It doesn’t matter, this is not the time, or place,” I said, or I think I said it. I have things that I need to do, I told myself because apparently something happened to me. Aaaahh, I screamed in my head because talking and arguing to myself is the only thing I can do right now. “Hanna, I need you to get your ass up and explain what the hell happened,” I heard a woman say. Or I think it was a woman. Then a face flashed into my mind. Oh, that was my mother. What was my mother doing here, wherever here is. It’s so frustrating. “Get your ass up,” th

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

"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."

I momentarily distance myself from the three of them and simply enjoyed how silly they all looked screaming and laughing like kids. Whispers in my ears suddenly flooded my mind. I looked around to see who was talking, but there was no one around except for the four of us and a few penguins passing by. At first, I thought it was the penguins, but they’re technically not sea creatures and the voice seems more...deeper. I moved a little bit farther from the rest of them as I tuned in and focused solely on the voice. ‘...me. Find me.’ It says. I wasn’t sure about what I was doing, but I tried to talk to it using my mind. ‘Hello? Who are you? Where are you?’

Like I'm walking through mud that goes up to my knees. "Where am I?" I say out loud. My voice sounds weird here. Like it's coming from far away. That's when I hear it. Breathing. Real deep and slow. Coming from everywhere and nowhere. "You know where you are," a voice says. I spin around but don't see nobody. Just more twisted trees. "Who's there?" "You know who I am." The voice comes from the trees. Like the trees themselves are talking. "I don't know nothing."

But there's a flicker of pale clothing and maybe hair? My heart is beating like a war drum but I try to steady my voice. "Whoever you are, this is not cool. You're being a weirdo and a creep. I also hope you understand English because that's the only language I'm fluent in." There's no reply. Maybe I should try saying it in French? I walk hastily, my eyes scanning as many trees I can, searching for any tree with markings and snake-like roots. "Oh goodness, why is this thing so damn hard to find!" I whisper to myself, already frustrated. "I'll just take a picture and go. Just one picture, one."