Raise Your Words Not Voice Novels & Stories

I was dismayed with myself that my first meeting with my idol ended up being so humiliating. “I… I’m sorry, I was doing my best.” “No, you’re not.” She deadpans, stopping in front of me so I could see her sharp glare. “You’re just raising your voice. You think that if you say it louder, then it will make people listen to you, but they won’t.” I felt my chest heave and stop as I inhaled sharply. Because damn… she was right. I did scream. I raised my voice. I begged the world to see my truth.

There's no way you Heard Words} the one closest to him said while offering a hand. [Hellloooo?] The female voice replied as she tilts her head to the side curiously. [I Know it's working because my Crafting is too Superior to be Faulty! Are you going to reply to me? Or do you not know how to do so?] [...w... what...a.. are... Who... Are..you?] He stumbled as he tries to focus Words in his mind towards her like it required his entire concentration.

The place where the prose was doing something slightly different from what it thought it was doing. She had a particular gift — and Anya recognized this as a gift because it was rare, she’d known many intelligent people in her life but this specific intelligence was unusual — for hearing the difference between a writer’s true voice and a writer’s performed voice. The difference, in prose, between the sound of someone who is saying what they know and the sound of someone who is saying what they’ve decided is safe to say. The two sounded almost identical from outside. Clara heard the difference.

I start with him. I don't raise my voice. I never raise my voice. There is no version of this where volume is the instrument, volume is for men who need to perform authority because they don't have it naturally. I have had it naturally for longer than most of the wolves in this city have been alive, and every man in this room can feel that without being told. It sits in the air between us like a held breath.

the elder replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his head still bowed in submission. My eyes swept across the rest of the council. “And as for the rest of you,” I said, my tone hardening, “if you have something to say, speak it aloud. Don’t insult me by whispering as though I’m deaf. I can hear every word you mutter under your breath. Next time, I expect courage, not cowardice.” Silence. Not a single person dared to meet my gaze, let alone speak. I let the weight of my words hang in the air for a few moments longer before finally leaning back, my lips curling into a faint smirk.

Alex interrupted raising his voice higher than Jared's voice which drew attention to them as everyone on various sides of the lawn turned to face them for few seconds before going on with their various activities. "Sorry". Alex apologised for the distraction, waving his hand. "I didn't mean that way, I meant you should make him hear you in his head without you speaking out". Alex said with his teeth clenched as he turned to face Jared. "How is that even possible?". Jared asked with confusion protruding his face. "Listen Jared, just the same way you are able to pick sounds and voices of people and things you want to hear, you need to be able to say things to people. That way, you can communic

I stepped into the noise of human thought and raised my voice. Not loud. Clear. “They bled because they hid,” I said. “They lied. They ruled without care.” The voices wavered. I continued. “Not all gods are tyrants. Some protect. Some watch. Some love.” A pause rippled through them. “They say that now.” “They want us to be calm.” “They want control.” My hands shook, but my voice stayed steady. “Control is built on silence. I am not silent.” Kieran’s voice brushed mine. You’re doing this without power.

How do I do that? I don't use my strength; I use my words. Everyone held their breath as they watched us. The power that was leaking out of Lucian's body got stronger and stronger, but it no longer affected me. I raised my eyebrows at him, crossed my arms over my chest, and said in a clear, calm voice, "Are you forgetting again, Lucian, that you're the one getting something out of this?" I thought I heard someone gasp when I called Lucian by his name instead of His Majesty in front of him.

“They won’t be able to hear you over the noise unless you believe your own voice louder.” He nods. “I do.” “Good.” I step back. “Then go show them.”

He knew he had been silent for too long, probably a little to late to play it out, but that didn't stop him from pulling up a tired look and pulling his arms in a fold. “What the hell are you talking about?” Great, he quietly asssesed his voice. that sounded natural. However, Aaron's next scoff with a smile made him doubt his confidence. “No need to glare at me, I'm not going to kill you or something.” “Glare? I wasn't glar–”