Voiceless Novels & Stories

It was a quiet, volcanic fury. His voice was a low, deadly whisper that seemed to suck all the air from the room. “Explain yourself.”

Worried. It was a depressing remainder of my father's death but I sing it a lot. I stopped when I saw movements in a dark alley. It dawned on me that I was in a deserted street now and had been too absorbed in my song to realize earlier. As I moved closer, I began hearing voices. “I’m going to teach your father some manners. Don’t worry you’ll only be a scapegoat,” a male husky voice said. “Yeah, it will stain his reputation. He’ll be ridiculed,” another said.

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

“Let's have sex.” Kyle instantly choked on nothing, absolutely nothing, and his silent coughs didn't make his cough jolts look as serious as they were. Even his coughs are silent, did she take his voice or his sound? He had to ask himself. “Why are you choking up on nothing? I barely said anything.” He got on his knees for a better reach of his gentle back pats on Kyle. If he said he didn't also feel the height of his words… he was straight out lying. His face was growing hot at the words and his heart beating so fast ‘cause he felt like a night boy trying to win some dicks.