The Inner Voice Book Novels & Stories

I pressed my hand against his chest. Waiting. Listening. Nothing My Heart Stopped “No…” This time it came out broken. “No, no, no…” My fingers tightened in his shirt. “You don’t get to do this,” I whispered. The Voice Inside Me Was Silent For the first time She didn’t speak. Didn’t interfere. Didn’t analyze. Even she understood “Anna…” The voice came from behind me. Careful. Measured. I Didn’t Turn “If you say anything about sacrifice or necessary loss” My voice trembled.

One thought rose, dizzy and irrational: If I just step out once, it will make sense. My hand tightened on the knob. And then— A voice. Not outside. Not in my ears. Inside. Low and rough and undeniably mine, layered under my own thoughts like it had been there the whole time. Stay. Just one word. But it slammed through me like a command. My knees buckled. My hand slipped from the handle. I caught myself against the door, palms flat, breathing hard. The pull didn’t vanish.

The voice called out to him, a distant echo in his fading awareness, "Hold on, John. You can't give up now." In the depths of his unconsciousness, the inner beast forced its way out, and John felt a transformation begin. The pain in his leg and the weariness in his body started to recede. "Do not fight me," the voice inside him urged, "let it all go, John!"

Why does it have to be like this? Why can't I be the one in control? The one always a step further, the one to take risks, be the bad guy? I want to yell at him, push him away, he doesn't get to do this, but the voices..., they never stop. Like a hungry wolf, they are waiting for Liam to make a move like our life depends on this, and just like this, I let these inner voices break through my walls and decide what am I going to do next. I take a deep breath..., close my eyes for a second to hear the last seconds coming out of Liam's lips:

The book was tailored based on the spirit essence of the reader; who'd have ever thought this was possible? Just as I was about to go further, filled with excitement, I suddenly realised something was not right. The more I immersed myself, the more it seemed as if the words of the books were coming to life. The pictures in the book began to zoom before my eyes and somehow I couldn't hear my own voice reading the words of the book any longer, but a neutral, feminine voice. My vision began to vividly match with the realm portrayed in the book. Choking of words as my subconscious mind watched the unfolding events, I stuttered, “Is this a r-real li-life...”

I thought I was in love and I couldn't tell anyone. When I was with him, I always felt like I was doing the wrong thing, because I was. We humans have an inner guidance system, a still small voice, that always tries to preserve our safety, preventing us from doing something that will bring us harm. I chose not to hear mine. Because you asked this question, I suppose yours is also telling you which way to go. Please listen to it.

Ibekwe smiled in his mind as they left, feeling comfortable that he had been accepted into Okoli's family with just a simple pretentious act. He felt relieved knowing that he had done things his way rather than wait for Ifeme to act for him. He stretched out full length upon the bamboo bed and groaned. Then a voice came to his mind, telling him that what he was doing was wrong. The voice pestered him like a faithful fly disturbing a sleeper with no thought of mercy. It was his conscience. The loud demand of the tensity of his own body was a voice on its own that seemed to drown out the voice of his conscience but it didn't. He tried to stop the voice from rebuking him but he couldn't. In the

SCARLET'S POV. The fox walked towards us all with its bright red fur full on its body, and its bushy tail, high and majestic, and as it came closer, a voice whispered in my ear. Doom. The voice kept on whispering continuously in my ear, and I put my index finger in my ear, trying to drown out the sound, but it refused to fade away. It kept on repeating itself, haunting me, as the red fox got closer. I knew the fox was bringing trouble with it. It seemed to be my inner voice speaking to me and alerting me on what was going to happen.

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His voice wasn't loud, but it was edged with a frantic, jagged energy. "Every night, I wake up, and I check my internal diagnostic, and there’s nothing there. It’s just black. I’m scared, Clara. I’m scared that if I don't keep reminding myself that I’m here, I’ll just disappear into that void." ​He grabbed my shoulders. His grip was bruising, his fingers digging into my skin with a desperation that bordered on violence. "I need to know you’re real. I need to know this isn't another sub-routine Victor installed to keep me pacified."