Speak Even When Your Voice Shakes Novels & Stories

My mind spun, crashing and colliding like waves in a storm. Finally, my voice broke free, trembling, weak, filled with disbelief. “W-what!?”

I Finally Speak “…Everything.” Silence Because that’s not an exaggeration It’s literal The System Speaks Again Inside me Not as a voice As truth “You are the convergence point.” My Hands Shake Not physically Conceptually I Can Feel It The In-Betweens The balanced judgment The recalibrated system All of it Connected Through me Theodore Shakes Me Slightly “No. No, we’re not doing that.” I Look Up At Him And for a second I see everything Every possible version of him Every choice he could make

I whisper to him , my voice cracks with uncertainty and my lack of confidence. “You need to get out of your head – stand up straighter , and do not care about anyone” He encourages me once more , then turns his attention to the exercise machine. I look around , watching people look at me – I can not help but read their faces and even assume what they might be thinking.

I am too shaken to speak. “Hey, is something wrong? Do you want to talk about it?” Micah asks me gently but all I can do is shake my head weakly. His eyebrows furrow but he doesn’t push. Instead, he laces his fingers with mine and slowly brushes circles on my knuckles.

You've got this. She typed back: I'm terrified. Him: That's normal. But you're stronger than you think. And you're telling the truth. That matters. She wanted to believe him. Her phone rang. It was Melissa calling. "Hey. Can't sleep either?" Melissa's voice shook. "No. I keep rehearsing what I'll say on the stand." "Me too." "What if I freeze? What if I can't speak?" "Then you take a breath. And try again."

Aiden whispers. "Don't fucking tell me to relax," I say, aiming for a sharp snap, but it comes out as a whisper. God, I am so upset with myself. I'm losing it. I've said too much. My eyelashes flutter. I feel like I'm about to throw up and tears begin to form a pool in my eyes. Fuck, I am on the verge of breaking down. I hate this. “ Olivia,” “ Don't,” I whisper. That is it. My voice is starting to shake, and my lips are trembling.

I’m awestruck with my situation and I’m afraid to do some stupid things during this moment. I did her whispers. I tried to make myself believe they weren’t whispering about me. My hands are sweating and shaking while I’m delivering the speech. “To all my………. My professors……………….my…….my……..fellow……..graduating classmates, friends….family ……….and…….. The microphone produces an eerie sound. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh someone shouted and I was shocked. The lights went out. “Hello!!!hello!!!” I tested the microphone but there is no vibration with my voice.

Taking a few deep breaths, I try to calm my shaking nerves. "I think it's time we wake up the crew."

“You really are a sweet talker.” As we stood there waiting for the rain to let up, he suddenly pointed out, “You’re shaking.” I glanced down at myself, trying to appear strong despite my obvious discomfort. “Oh, it’s nothing,” I replied, forcing a chuckle as I attempted to downplay my shivers.

he shouted. My voice was shaky, but I forced it to sound embarrassed. “I slipped,” I called back. “I’m fine.” I faked my voice to sound high and weak, like I was clumsy and scared. The guard didn’t open the door, but I heard him mutter, “Hurry up in there.” He sounded annoyed but didn’t come in. I had a few seconds.