Tone Of Voice In Writing Novels & Stories

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.

She begins to speak, her voice rising from a whisper to a crescendo. Tobias is smiling, his lips moving silently as he whispers the lines along with her. "She’s a star, Owen. Look at her. She’s the life of this movie." I try to stay focused on the argument, but the sound of her voice pulls at me. It’s not the dialogue. I don't even hear the words. It’s the tone. There’s a specific vibration, a certain vulnerability in her vocal cords that I’ve felt somewhere before. It’s like a phantom limb. A sensation of something that used to be there but is now just an ache.