Raise Your Words Not Voice Novels & Stories

“You lift your chin, open your mouth, and let sound come out. Preferably words.” I snorted at him, my hand quickly covering my face. “Very helpful,” I bopped my head. “But I think I can do that.” “Of course you can.” Kylan winked, his voice full of quiet encouragement. “I believe you can.”

Rosie shot Stuart a quick glance before stammering, "Oh, s-she... she's my friend. We found the baby together." I listened to their pathetic lie, like I was some fool, and suddenly smiled. Turning away, I spoke with deliberate indifference. "Either way, I'm not adopting a mentally impaired kid. A mute? Even worse. Sigh... If he were normal, maybe I'd consider it, raise him like my own. But like this? No chance."

I head was slightly bowed, with my voice solemn. About 5 minutes passed, I calculated with each passing second. After waiting for a few minutes without hearing anything, I raised my head up. My words didn't do anything, it was like pouring water on a rock. I guess I had just wasted my time; his mind was made up.

Usually both. "Again." He paced slowly behind me while I practiced an opening argument. I inhaled and started over. Halfway through, he interrupted. "Stop." I groaned. "What now?" "Your voice." I blinked. "My voice?" "It drops whenever uncertainty enters your mind." He folded his arms. "Confidence isn't volume, Ms. Hart." I waited. "It's precision." His gaze remained fixed on me. "You don't overpower people with noise." He tapped a finger lightly against the desk. "You strike with words."

“What?” “She’s different? Really? You sound like a teenage boy trying to get into a girl’s pants by saying she’s different from the other girls” “Fuck off! What do you want me to say? I never met anyone like her, so she’s different” “Jesus Chris, it feels like I’m doing child therapy. Ok, let me get the whiteboard for you.” The arrogant prick actually mimicked an air pen and drew his next words in an imaginary board. “Everyone is fucking different”

Elders. Each one carrying a different expression. Fear. Confusion. Guilt. And some— Something far more careful. More controlled. I exhaled slowly. Then— I spoke. “Then we do not wait.” The room stilled again. My voice sharpened. Rising with command. “We do not speculate.” A step forward. “We do not whisper.” Another step. “And we do not give whoever is responsible the luxury of time.” Silence. Total. Unbroken. I lifted my chin slightly.

How dare she, a mere assistant, raise her voice at me? I scoffed in disbelief, raising my eyelids to take a proper look at her, locking eyes with her was required to pass a strict message "I must remind you, you've clearly forgotten who you're addressing. How dare you speak to me in that tone? You are insignificant! A nobody!"

“I’m going to need you to use your words, baby.” A shiver runs down my spine, making the hairs at the back of my neck stand. “Yes,” I croak out. My voice sounds weird from lack of use. And all that screaming from last night. My cheeks heat on their own and I curse the dumb voice in my head that doesn’t have a filter.

"It's a condition." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. thoughtful. under control. I had always thought that true power came from timing and tone rather than loudness. I wouldn't get anywhere if I raised my voice. It would only make her situation more difficult if she sounded offended. "I'm thinking about Lana," I said, softening the edges of my voice. I needed to transform my resistance into something that appeared to be concern. "At the moment, she is fragile. She might become overwhelmed in a public setting. I don't want her to feel vulnerable.

I wonder if this was more bloodshed than even he anticipated. He slowly turns to look at me. With a single incline of his head, he gives me the permission he doesn’t know was only a formality. I take a deep breath, preparing to project my voice as I’ve seen Alexander do. At both of his public announcements for which I was in attendance, his voice carried as if the wind were his ally, offering a ride on its drafts to deliver his words to every ear in sight. I doubt I’ll be able to achieve quite the same thing, but I have to try.