Raise Your Words Not Voice Novels & Stories

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

"I'm afraid that won't work." Maisie pouted and replied, "But why not? Raising three kids must be exhausting for you, Dad." "Who said there are three kids?" I replied. "From now on, I only have to raise one."

"And you honestly think with the way you've been screaming for the past few minutes, nobody out there has heard you already?" Reality smacks me hard as my face takes on a strawberry shade. Flip. He’s right. I haven't exactly been quiet. I've been moaning and crying out like a shameless broad. But still… "T-That's different! Maybe... maybe nobody heard! And even if they did, screaming standard noises is way different than shouting... shouting that! Please, Trey!" Cocking his head to the side, dark orbs search mine in the reflection. "So, sweetheart... you really don't think you can do it, huh?"

The storm’s voice dimmed into a whisper once more. When the final echo faded, Ari stood weak but upright. The Echofields glowed faintly with renewed calm. The Question-being was gone. Only a faint phrase lingered in the air, written in light: “Silence is not the end of language. It is its promise.” Siran exhaled shakily. “Did we stop it?” Ari stared at the words. “No. We taught it to breathe.” Kaima smiled faintly. “Then perhaps the world’s learned something new that to speak well, one must also know how to pause.”

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

"I will take care of your family. Don't worry." My eyes suddenly snapped at the sound of heavy footsteps, thick shoes that make a powerful sound, as if they demand attention throughout the alleyway. It goes deep click-clack, and I scramble to my feet. I glanced at the box and remembered the promise I made to khakis. Somehow, I know, he tried to communicate with me. It wasn't just a dream, it's true. I glanced back to the alleyway entry, reassuring myself that whoever was there, doesn't notice the three sleeping cats.

“You will not be weak! You will not run away! You will not be broken, and you will not be conflicted! The answer has been made clear!” The words now hit like loud cymbals, playing in a cacophony rather than a harmony, sounding over in my head like a man with blown cheeks set behind a woodwind instrument. The words hit, and hit again in quick succession, and I felt like a socked boxer in a ring with no ropes and no rules. “Rise Alpha!” the voice chanted. “And rest your head. There is nothing more to consider or ponder. You have been told what to do, your burden has been relieved by your goddess. So relieve yourself as well…”

It was in this moment that I spoke. Not loudly. I did not raise my voice or adjust my register for effect. I spoke the way I spoke in rooms where I had something to say that was worth the saying — evenly, with the quiet clarity of a person who was not asking for the room's attention but was simply in possession of it.

My voice is low and cold. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

The voice of Jasmin echoed in my mind, her words resonating with clarity and purpose. "Eliza, trust in yourself. The power to shift lies within you, waiting to be awakened," Jasmin's voice whispered, her tone filled with encouragement and support. I closed my eyes, allowing her words to sink deep into my consciousness, letting go of the doubts and fears that had clouded my mind.