Speak Even When Your Voice Shakes Novels & Stories

I stand as swiftly as I can, so to not let everyone staring at me notice that I am shaking from nerve. “Hello” I cough awkwardly trying to clear my throat, while coming up with a speech I didn’t realize I should have prepared. Everything happens for a reason, everything happens for a reason I keep repeating in my head. Then all I can picture is Idris. Breath in and go…

I opened my mouth to speak, but my voice all of a sudden came out as a shaky whisper. “How does that even make sense that you say it?“ “It doesn't. Even I think I'm crazy , but I know what I feel, and I know it has never changed, not even for a day, ”

I took a slow, steady breath, leaning forward toward the microphone. "Good evening, distinguished faculty, esteemed alumni, and our incredible incoming freshman class," I spoke into the mic, my voice smooth, confident, and perfectly projected across the entire hall. "Welcome to the Annual Elite Alumni Gala. Tonight, we gather to celebrate the rich legacy of excellence that defines this institution, and to welcome the future leaders who will—" My voice suddenly faltered, a tiny, sharp catch in my breath echoing clearly over the live speakers.

I could not move. “Yes?” I managed to say, though my voice shook a little. Ugh, why am I like this? I cannot even act right. At this rate, I will ruin everything. “You’re new?” His voice was calm… low… deep. Why do men like him always sound so good when they talk like that? “No,” I replied, barely meeting his eyes.

Voice trembling in hushed husky tones. “Where the fuck are you? I’m standing in the fucking bar …” he snaps like a madman on a tirade, but I stop him mid-yell, crunching my eyes shut for fear they might hear me. My hands trembling as I cradle it as close to my mouth as I possibly can. “Shh, please. I’m in trouble, Alexi.” It comes out desperately, my voice a weak, raspy whisper, breaking as tears bite my eyes. Hopelessness washing over me at the sound of his voice.

he said all of these in one breath. “I……..uhm…..I” my voice kept breaking no matter how much I tried to sound confident. Well well well freedom is a tempting concept.

I said as I tried to keep my voice from shaking. –To be continued…

My foot tapped impatiently, my mouth itching me to say something witty to annoy him. Cookie, shut up. Cookie, shut up. Cookie, shut up. Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk! I heard my breath and bit my lip, I can do this, I can do this… I can't do this! I have to talk!

I started talking and as usual my voice was shaking at first. I talked about the projects, the growth plans, the risks, the returns. And I wasn't spared by the investors as they kept on throwing questions at me. “Why should we trust this timeline?” “What is your backup plan if the market shifts?” I swallowed hard. But then I brought myself to answer their questions one by one. My voice became much stronger and my hands stopped shaking, that was to show that I was finally getting my original self back. I wasn't shy anymore. And at some point I forgot to be scared. I just talked to, explained, and defended. I believed in myself.

“Your legs are shaking.” I hadn’t even noticed that my legs were shaking. It was something that happened whenever I was nervous and couldn’t control the situation. I placed my hands over my thighs to stop my legs from shaking. Letting out a deep breath, I looked at my sister. “Parker isn’t answering his calls or responding to my text messages.” My voice was a hushed whisper. I couldn’t risk having my parents hear my conversation. “What?” Serena gasped. “Have you tried calling his assistant?” She asked, her voice laced with a hint of concern.