Romans & histoires Movie Little Voice

It sounded like a little girl's giggle. "Come, come." I heard another voice in the woods. I swallowed hard and inched toward the Forrest. The gentle giggle came again and I took a deep breath. "My Mommy will be mad that I snuck out." The little girl said. I didn't recognize the voice all that well and my heart pounded as I kept my eye on the small shiny object. "Don't worry about that. Come with us, we'll have fun." A voice said. "Okay, lets go." She said excitedly.

I asked, curiosity getting the better of me, and she shook her tiny head, yes. "Can you talk?" I asked, and she replied in a tiny sweet voice *Hi* that made me smile softly. *So you can minlink, but don't speak out loud?* I asked, curious, and she explained, *I can hear you speak, but my voice is too tiny for your ears to hear.* Even her mindlink voice was tiny and sweet, filling me with a sense of wonder.

As I slipped into my robe and padded down the hallway, I heard soft voices coming from the kids’ room. Curiosity tugged at me. I slowed my steps and peeked through the door. The nanny was in the room, kneeling in front of Milo and Lily as she helped Lily into her uniform. Milo stood close by, arms folded like a miniature adult, watching her with intense concentration. “Why do you talk like that?” Milo asked, suspicion clear in his tiny voice. She smiled too quickly. “Talk like what, darling?” “Like… like you’re inside the TV.” I suppressed a smile.

“I have been bored to death!” “You were the one talking our ears off this whole time!” “What ears?” The first voice sounded amused. “Keep it quiet!” A third voice reprimanded the other two voices. The door opened to reveal the clear moonlit sky outside and a small figure made his way into the house slowly and carefully. “I'm back.” The voice sounded a little hesitant as he stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. “Welcome home, Abel.” The first voice greeted and shot towards the little boy.

Even his voice had been processed by a voice changer to sound like Njord’s. When Michael heard Vincent’s question, he did not panic. Instead, he replied calmly, “I might have a cold.”

My gut churned in my chest, my instincts warring with my duty — with something else… something I refused to acknowledge. Veronica’s fingers dug into the microphone. Her nails were white, her lips twisted in a devilish smile. She brought it to her mouth once more. “I repeat — who owns this pink purse? !” The hall was silent as the grave. My heartbeat became audible due to the heavy silence. Then… A voice. Soft. Hushed. So gentle it shattered the air like a blade of silver. “I… it’s me,” the voice said. It was the sound of a pup whimpering. So small, so innocent — a sound that should have been cherished, not made to stand before a circle of wolves.

I growled at him eyeing him profusely. "Oh, little sparrow just gave out an order...'Give that back!' " He imitated me trying to make his voice sound tiny like a little girl. "My voice doesn't sound that," I said rolling my eyes taking the book he left on the desk. "But it does," Lucas said again trying to make his voice sound tiny as he slung the bag straps over his shoulder. "Camilla!" A deep voice called me from behind as I turned around curiously to see who it was.

He gently whispered and I wanted to bawl like a baby! I can hear muffled voices around us but I haven't got a clue what they are saying, out of the corner of my eyes I can see feet moving towards the door but I have no interest in looking up to see what's going on, my eyes are glued on the little blonde hair blue eyed baby girl that's staring back me. After just a few moments Calvin calls out my name but I can't peel my eyes off her.

Michael looked at Ariel with a smile mouthing a thanks. "Well, if it'll make you feel better. Let's go, stutter pants." Polly said while standing up. "I-I dont st-stutter!" He yelled, making Ariel cover her mouth in laughter. Ernest squirmed in his sleep a bit before waking up. "What's going on?" Ernest asked. "Oh, just on time. We're going to be heading home. You should walk with Polly and Michael." Everyone's eyes widened. "And who's walking you home?" Polly asked. "Well, I was-"

Melissa hated how small her voice sounded. “Do we still have a chance?”