Tone Of Voice In Writing Novels & Stories

I started with the voicemails . Initially , it was all pleading and apologies but moving on his tone of voice turned from a normal soft tone to a wild, threatening and scary tone. He poured out how much he hates me for toiling with his feeling sand then threatened to make my life miserable. Lots of harsh and hurtful words he said over

I stop tracking the words. I track instead the sound of his voice — the specific frequency of it, low and steady, the voice he uses when he has decided that what the moment needs is not cleverness or precision but simple, unhurried presence. The lamp on the counter. His hand at the back of my head, moving slowly.

I heard myself ask, my own voice startling me with its calm steadiness. I had expected it to tremble. I had expected it to quiver, to break under the weight of Evelyn Voss’s fury. But instead, it came out measured, clipped, even defiant in its tone. The words echoed slightly in the quiet of the room, sharp against the soft hum of the air conditioning. There was a pause at the other end. A pregnant, drawn-out pause that felt like it stretched over miles. I could almost hear the air shifting, the subtle click of a pen, the faint rustle of her dress against a chair. The silence itself seemed deliberate, a holding pattern of danger, waiting for me to falter.

his loud voice enough to get into my ears even though that I'm few steps away from the open door. The sound of footsteps get closer, I stop when he hops forward next to me. "What's with that tone?," He dooms, his voice sounded like a chic at the end. "What tone?," I frown as I face him. "The tone of disapproval," he says. Seriously, Is this conversation worth the time? However teasing him gives a different kind of satisfaction. I rub my chin as I gaze at him from top to bottom, he stands still examining my actions "It's really hard to tell," I scoff.