Speak To Me Novels & Stories

"When I speak— You’ll listen. Like a good boy."

“Aaaah! What are you doing here?” At my outburst he chuckles and speaks again. “Just so you know I’m in the living room speaking through the com. If you press the flashing symbol on the tablet you can speak back to me.” Looking at the tablet in the shower I see the flashing symbol. “Why would you do that?” My voice is not more than an angry growl as I speak to the tablet.

He said. “No,no, I am okay, speaking with you is relaxing, can you keep talking to me.” I tried to sound like I needed his call, this is the best way I can get into him and I know it’s going to work. “Since you find my talking with you relaxing, then why don’t you just relax,listen, while I do most of the talking.”

"How can we have a conversation if you keep walking away, refusing to talk?" I exclaim, my frustration evident. Undeterred, he continues moving, prompting me to press on. "Just communicate, shout, scream—do anything! Don't act like you're indifferent," I implore. This time, he halts. He turns and faces me, slowly walking back towards me, causing my body to instinctively retreat.

Talk to you later. [Olivia] 💦

Until you’re so full of your own slick and my voice that you forget where you end and I begin. Rest now. Catch your breath. But keep your legs open. I’m not done talking to you yet.

I began by saying, "Peggy, before you two leave, I want to teach you how to talk to everyone that I awaken in your mind like I do, ok?" They both looked at me with smiles and said "Ok. No problem, but you do realize we all have cells right." she said, as she laughed. I replied, "I know, but we don't know for how long we will have cellphones, and Raz is making me." with a smile on my face. I continued after I finished the last bite of my burger. "Ok, it is really easy, you just have to think about the people or person you want to talk with, and whisper in your mind whatever you need to say. It's important you remember to whisper, because if you yell it you will scare the shit out of whom ever

Can she just stop talking? "She's joking. I didn't talk about your..." I swallow a big dumpling as I remembered all the times I talked to Hannah about his every ab by ab. "...Body." I said as I smiled awkwardly, trying to sound somewhat casual. Hannah tried to say something but I was still holding my hand on her lips, which I pressed harder this time.

“You can’t touch me, Tom. I’m dead. But I wanted to tell you something before I leave for good.” Tom shook his head, not following, “But you’re dead….” Suzanne sat down beside a weeping Yvonne, “Tom, this is the real deal. Forget physics. Your mother only wants to talk to you.” “You can’t be real….,” he was in denial.

I managed to speak up. “I want you…”