Raise Your Words Not Voice Novels & Stories

He noticed. I forced a small laugh, ruffling his hair. “Weeping?” He straightened his back, looking almost smug. “Yes. I read in the dictionary that ‘weeping’ is another word for crying. Do you like it? I'm trying to use words other people don't use,” he said, his eyes aglow with excitement and expectation. I grinned, nodding, “Yes, I like it,” I paused before adding. “But when speaking with people, use words they'll understand right away. That way, they really hear and understand what you're saying.”

I won't be silenced You can't keep me quiet Won't tremble when you try it All I know is I won't go speechless 'Cause I'll breathe When they try to suffocate me Don't you underestimate me 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless Written in stone Every rule, every word Centuries-old and unbending "Stay in your place" "Better seen and not heard" Well, now that story is ending She slowly raised her head and looked at me. My heart was beating so fast as I could see and hear her sing. Hair-raising. You can compare her voice to that of an angel. I'm not being exaggerated, okay?

" He says in an authoritative manner, his voice an octave higher with each word he utters leaving no room for argument. My breath is hitched in my throat, fear crawls up my spine.

she began, “they said my voice was too loud. Too emotional. But what they called ‘too much’... was actually my power. Never dim your fire to make others comfortable. Don’t shrink yourself to fit silence. Instead, carve space for your sound.” Thunderous applause erupted, but Sophia’s eyes weren’t on the front rows. She saw her. A girl at the back. Slender. Still. Same uniform. But her gaze pierced through the crowd, intense, almost familiar. After the event, Sophia found a folded note in her hand. No name. Just five simple words:

The specific and quiet words. Not loud. The particular and distinctive quality of a very quiet man who is not shouting, who does not need to shout, who has the specific and identifying authority of a man in a room who does not require volume because the weight of what he is saying is not in the volume. He stopped.

My skin hums with warmth, my laughter comes easily, unfiltered. Somewhere between talk of shoes and self-care, Maggie blurts out, “You know what’s underrated? A good voice. A deep one. The kind that makes you feel it in your stomach before you feel it anywhere else.” Kimberly nearly spits out her drink. “Maggie!” “I’m serious!” she protests. “A man could be average-looking, but if he sounds like he eats confidence for breakfast, I’m sold.” Operah raises a brow. “I see the champagne’s working.”

‘Some things can’t be avoided. I retort, ‘Yeah? And some things can!’ “Keya!” Grammy demands. Oh God. He huffs, annoyed, looking from me to her. Then shrugs, giving me a nonchalant look saying. ‘Try it with her.’ The hell? ‘What for?’ I ask. He says sternly, ‘Because actions speak louder than words.’ He’s fuckin nuts! He wants me to try to mindlink her?! I slowly gaze her way. She’s not going to leave me alone until I answer her, sigh...

The lights were bright in my eyes, making it hard to see individual faces clearly, but I could make out Julian in the front row, sitting forward slightly, watching me with complete focus. I raised the microphone, waiting for the applause to settle. "Thank you," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "Thank you all for being here tonight." More applause, smaller now, encouraging. "This collection is called Rising," I continued, the words I'd practiced flowing naturally now that I was actually speaking them. "And it represents something very personal to me." I paused, looking out at the audience. "We all face moments that try to break us," I said. "Moments where staying down seems easier than g

“And don’t make me something I am not” All of a sudden he grasped me by the neck and I gasped, staring at his rage filled eyes. “Now listen carefully, the next time you raise your voice at me, your ability to walk would be taken from you.” He tightened his grip. “I fucking mean it. So before you speak to me next time, make sure you fix the tone in your voice” he muttered in a venomous whisper before letting me go.

You cannot encounter disharmony that no one can speak, but you can pass by unaffected. This is our dream. This is our belief. Remain silent in speech. Let words think deep. Speak to the storm. Let there be then a war between you and disease. You win, you win. You for cannot give in. You for cannot doubt yourself. Even if you know you have a real limit, you need to shine. Shine is also of the bread that speaks little but fulfills life need.