Speak Even When Your Voice Shakes Novels & Stories

Maybe the darkness will be kinder than he is, even if it's just for a short while. "Did I just hear you cry?" His voice exploded in the room like thunder, shaking every fragile part of me. My breath caught in my throat, and I shook my head quickly—desperately—my hand still covering my mouth. I didn’t dare speak. I didn’t dare breathe too loud. "How many times have I told you to speak up? Don’t just shake your damn head at me! Now, be on all fours!'

My hands shook. "I don't like you," I whispered. "Keep telling yourself that."

My breathing changes. I keep my eyes forward and speak, my voice low, even, and clear. “Come out and face me. Do not hide in the shadows,” I say.

He sounds shocked, yet emotional. I pull myself together and sit up straighter. Taking a long deep breath to steady my inner chaos and center myself so I sound calm and mature. My stomach twists and my hands shake. “You need to stop calling me.” I state forcefully, trying to keep all traces of weakness or warmth out of my voice.

He stated, emphasizing on the word speaking. I found that to be funny since it was true; So, I could not help myself when I grinned in amusement, to respond instead of speaking. “See what I mean!? You are doing it right now!” he pointed out. I laughed and couldn’t help myself from speaking again “Sorry.” He looked at me with amazement “I can’t believe it took me this long, to get you to speak to me Chasity Dawson. I always wondered what the sound of your voice sounded like.”

I said and clicked option A. 4. "Do you feel nervous whenever you talk to them and almost spell all the words wrong?" A) No, I am pretty chilled. B) Yes, I sweat, my heartbeats run wild, and I can't even talk. C) That's silly (≧▽≦) My eyes broadened at that question as if someone had written it for me. I remembered my pounding heart whenever I saw Khush and my stuttering speech when speaking to her. I quickly selected B and waited for the following question.

“Why today? Come on… breathe with me. One… two… three… four. In… hold it… out slowly. I’m trying. I’m really trying here.” My arms kept shaking. I rocked forward a little, jaw locked. “Okay… okay, deeper breaths. One… two… three… four. You’re not falling apart. You’ve done this a hundred times. Just pass already, please. I need to get to work. Nobody can see me like this.”

“Boss… can I speak to you?” Timothy hovered by the doorway, fingers twisting the edge of his folder, his breath unsteady. “What’s wrong with you, Tim?” he asked, finally lifting his eyes from his screen. “Why are you shaking like that? Are you in some kind of trouble?” Timothy swallowed, throat bobbing. “No, sir. Not trouble. Just… something I need to say. It might come as a shock.” He leaned back in his chair, half-turned toward him. “Then say it.”

She answered the phone and she heard Jamie’s cutesy voice. “My dear, do you miss me?” Anna suddenly trembled and had goosebumps all over as she quickly moved her phone further a bit. Over on the phone, Jamie’s cutesy grumbling continued. “My dear, are you even listening?” “Yeah, yeah, I’m listening. I miss you a lot,” said Anna while rubbing her forehead. “Haha… That’s more like it, I’m glad you missed me.” A crying voice came soon after. “My dear… I need you…”

Her voice shook. •••••••••••••