Speak To Me Novels & Stories

There was still something that I needed to tackle and right now I am so eager to do it. “Hey, voice in my head,” I say, trying hard not to be heard by either Adam or mother. I’m sure they might have heard a bit of my initial conversation because I had been a little loud. ‘You know you could talk to me without the whole household knowing about it,’ was what the voice tells me in a sort of mockery way. “And how do I do that?” ‘By using your head. Try to communicate with me with your thoughts and you will see that it works because I am in you and will be able to process what you are thinking,’

Me– 0, zero, zilch, nada, none, cero. I weep for my spirit this time. "Ok, see you tomorrow" I said, feeling like the call should end that minute and it did. "Good night Nuts, sleep well we have a long day tomorrow" he said quietly and hung up.

I say with a big pout pushing him off me. "Fine, how about I teach you how to talk to me here?" he says pointing to my head. "Okay," I say still pouting, waiting for him to explain how I can do it. "You think of me," he says and I nod, I could think of him, that's not that hard especially when he's sitting right in front of me. "Now think of whatever you want to tell me," he says and I had to think of something, what should I tell him?

I knew it couldn’t be good news when Crista said we needed to talk. No one in the history of conversations has started a talk with a ‘we need to talk,’ which is good news. It’s just not done. The phrase is supposed to be a gentle way of saying the conversation will suck. I didn’t expect the information to be this.

Lois said to him. “Let us do this” he said to her. “I would lead you, my voice would be your guide. Close your eyes, relax to the sound of my voice. Focus on the person you want to talk to. Let them fill your mind, let them cloud your thinking” she said to him.

There were a bunch of orbs of energy floating around. I rolled to my side and picked myself up off the ground. As I stood all the way up I came face to face with a fiery figure. “Who are you?” I asked out loud. “Nope, that's not how this works. Use your inside voice.” She said in my head. Huh? I thought. “Exactly. This is how you communicate with me until we’ve gotten to where everything you speak is also an actual thought meant for me. Not that you will really be able to hide anything from me. It’s just how it works.” She told me.

When ever we want to talk to each other this place became out talking spot. I just hope this time there will be some positive answer after hearing me. I just hope…

I spoke the true name. Not loudly. Not as a command. The way you speak the name of someone who has been lost and is within earshot. The way you speak when you want to be heard but not to impose. With the full honest weight of what you mean and none of the strategy around what you want in return. The room responded.

I have to come up with something… I went mute for a second. “Are you there? Look, I’m coming right away.” “You’re not going to meet me.”

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!