Voice Stories Novels & Stories

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

Nafisa watched through the window as the city was rustling with noises. A particular girl caught her attention, the girl who was trying to set up the vendor for her mother was struggling with it. The girl looks moody. "What are you looking at babe" Hussain questioned as he inhaled the scent of her hair. She ducked her head away . "Out it"She whispered out. The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them.

I said calmly. Vanessa tilted her head. “If you wait too long, someone else will tell it for you. You know how this works, Heather.” Heather scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, I know how it works. You guys twist every word and turn it into a goddamn headline.” “We’re not like the others,” I said quietly. Heather raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to convince me?” “It’s not about convincing,” I replied. “It’s about having your voice in a story everyone’s already talking about.”

“I'd tell her that heartbreak won't break her forever. That the loss of something isn't the end. It can be the beginning of the real you.” Whitney nodded, obviously moved. “And what would you like to tell women who are stuck in silence and afraid to speak?” “Speak”,I said,”even if your voice shakes at first. Even if no one listens to you. Your story matters. You matter. The minute you claim it, you start healing.” When the interview ended,my inbox was filled with messages,supports,praises,prayers,invite but one stood out in particular . It was from an unknown number. It caught my attention.

Ava listened from her office, earbuds in, staring out the window with tears running silently down her cheeks. Not because she needed the apology. But because she had never expected it. Luisa brought her tea without a word, just placed the cup down gently and squeezed Ava’s shoulder once before walking out. Ava sat there for a long time. Then she opened her email. Typed a new draft for the advocacy newsletter she had just started. Subject line: “When They Listen, We Heal.” And in the first line, she wrote: “Today, someone who once silenced stories chose to amplify them instead.”

Every sing soul have the abilties in learning but for some who suffered due to that, It is fairly acceptable that one's mind will act on its own to protect them from that pain. I am not sure of what I am hearing, the only thing that I am doing right now is listen. Be attentive and bsorbed everything that this sound or voice is saying. I may not have the chance to hear it again since there is no explanation why I am hearing this in the first place. 'Now let me tell you a story that is worth listening' Hah, so this guy, I mean the owner of this voice is a story teller huh. BUt what kind of story will he tell? Now I feel curious about that.

It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad. Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn. Not only was I alive, but I was back at the age of 22. This year, Harmon International was thriving, and my father had made it into the top ten on the Forbes list. This year, Conrad and I were still not engaged. "Of course, she's having a headache," someone behind me chimed in with a tone of malicious glee. "Yesterday, Conrad admitted in front of the media that the little secretary is his girlfriend."

Ivana's face went stiff, her gentle act cracking for just a second. Just then, a pink sports car rolled up behind Lex's. Without giving either of them another glance, I walked straight to the car and slid into the passenger seat. Over the roar of the engine, I could still hear Lex shouting something behind me. *** That night, my phone buzzed with a call from an unfamiliar number. I picked up and instantly recognized the voice—Roy Rohan, Lex's best buddy. "Audrey, what are you up to?" I turned down my music. "Playing prenatal music for the baby."

she frowned. "Victor is an old story, I broke up with him a couple of months ago." "Okay so who is this Bryan?" Megan pouted her lips and complained, "I told you about him during our video call." Awkwardly clearing her throat, Vanessa defended herself, "Well, I was very busy back then and it was very hectic." When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything."