Speak Even When Your Voice Shakes Novels & Stories

Hard to speak without breaking something. That’s why I handed over whatever was within reach. My chest tightened before I started speaking. “There’s something impossible I need to tell you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I… remember things. Things that haven’t happened yet.” Stillness held him. His eyes stayed fixed, taking in each word like it mattered more than the last. Interruptions never came. Doubt did not show itself anywhere near his expression. Attention sat deep, calm, unbroken.

“She has a name.” The man barely looked at him. ⸻ “She became something extraordinary.” ⸻ “I’m standing right here!” I shouted suddenly. The words echoed. Sharp. Shaking. ⸻ Everyone froze. Including me. ⸻ Because I almost never shouted. Not at anyone. Not after years of learning silence was safer. ⸻ My breathing trembled. ⸻ “You talk about me like I’m not even human!” ⸻ Silence. Heavy silence. ⸻

"But I don’t want you crying over anyone but me." Even though the words hurt, I tried to stay cool and play the part. With everything on the line, I couldn't make a mistake now. I swallowed the fear, the guilt, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness that threatened to break me. Even though my voice was shaking, I managed to say, "I'm fine. It's not important. Just...scared about giving the speech." I stood still because Isaac's weight was pushing down on me. His eyes looked into mine and were filled with something darker and deeper than I tried to understand.

I snapped when the weight of his gaze got too heavy. “You’re doing that thing,” he said. “What thing.” “Pretending you’re not shaking.” I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. Barely. Enough. “I’m allowed to be nervous,” I said. “You’re allowed to be anything,” he said. “Except gone.” I looked away.

My hands shook, my lips trembled. And for once—I had no answer. None. My chest heaved, breath shallow, like I’d just sprinted through fire. I pressed both palms to my face, fingers trembling, trying to steady myself. “Calm down, Lisa… just… breathe… urmm,” I whispered, though the words came out broken, clumsy. My knees still felt weak, my heart still pounding like it wanted to tear out of me.

Speak to your senses that thou might establish an eternal connection with thyself. Speak to yourself that when no one is there, thy own words shall console thee. " Speak to your problems... Say "This phase shall pass and I shall be firm throughout this test. " Speak to your achievements... Say "I did it. May it not get into my head and If I will brag and drag about it, may I not have it." Speak to your fears. Say" I am enough. I can do the unimaginable because I believe I can. " Speak to your dead conscience. Say "Let us live by new dictates and let morality guide our path."

Tito's POV The phone dropped from my hands, my hand was shaking, I couldn't control the vibration or the nervousness that mounted up inside me, I wanted to control myself and stop the involuntary quivering but I couldn't my lips quivered some more , I pressed my lips against each other to suppress the heavy breathes that was about to rupture out of my lungs to my mouth. "This can't be happening," I finally spoke, my voice quivering at the end of my words, I tried wrapping my head around it, it seemed too impossible, the dead can't come back to life.

My legs shake as I still behind the microphone, my shaky hand wrapping around the pole keeping it in place. I lock eyes on an angry Monty, his jaw sharp as he glares daggers at me. I hate myself for looking at him, but it's what I have been practicing all this time. I practiced looking at him when I was nervous, but he, like the rest, obviously saw me entering with Blaze, but screw him. All of the anger pulsing through me makes me forget about the nerves when I start talking. "Today isn't an end, but a new beginning – a platform for our dreams to soar. I'm immensely proud of each one of you and grateful for the bond we've shared. Here's to a future brimming with endless possibilities. Thank

I couldn't get the words out, I was afraid she might run away “what is it, are you going to say it? Are you going to tell me why you're sick?” She asked her voice full of concern and compassion. I felt like I couldn't breathe I couldn't let her know. I could hear my voice crack as I pleaded with my voice box to say it. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them once again, I tried to hold onto her eyes, not letting her leave me again I was silent for a few moments before speaking, forcing every ounce of my confidence and bravery into my tone, my voice was shaking as I spoke and I realized I did not have it in me to tell her the truth, what if she leaves me!?

Despite my nerves, I found myself drawn to him even more. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the thick tension between us. I knew I had to speak up before my nerves got the best of me. But as I opened my mouth to speak, I could feel my voice trembling. I fought to keep it steady and clear, “Brian, can we talk?”