Unheard Voices

Unheard Voices

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This story is a story of acceptance, of strength, and most importantly of love. -- "And there are voices that want to be heard. So much to mention, but you can't find the words.The scent of magic, the beauty thats been, when love was wilder than the wind." --- Krystal Talbot was born a mute, and she never questioned why.. until now. Suddenly, she finds herself lost, with no way to find help. Unable to voice her cries for help, she finds herself trapped in her own world of unheard voices. Diego, Krystal's only and best friend has always been there for her, to comfort her and get her through her hardest times. But when Krystal meets Cole Kovaks, their friendship is changed, and Diego is determined to keep their friendship. When Cole Kovaks meets Krystal, he thinks he knows how she feels. Having a little brother who is also cannot speak, he tries to help show Krystal he understands-- or so he thinks he does. Together, through frustration and sorrow, happiness and pain, all three embark on a journey to find out what is means to be truly heard.
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This is a fictional story about a grown woman who struggles to break-free from or embrace the enchantment within her. Lacey wasn't sure about life, love, anything. She was just living each struggle and inhaling small moments of happiness as it comes. She wasn't interested in falling in love. She didn't know nor wanted to know what love was. She had her bills to pay and survival to face. She was accustomed to fast mornings and late nights. She glowed in thoughts of slow mornings and a dash of romance that sparked under the moonlight. Her life was as exciting as watching ice melt in the sunlight. Not much excitement, to be honest, but the straps of grown-up responsibilities that laced up her ankles from her sensual heels. Her mind often flutters like the wings of butterflies to a graceful, charming wisdom. A vixen with undercurrents of impulsive, magical, raw sexual vulnerability. She keeps a boundary between the one who dances in butterfly dreams and the sensible woman whose heels echoed a more realistic approach to life. There was no man in Lacey's life and she wasn't sure she wanted one. A man would not know how to preserve that mystical, reserved magic and still accept that she challenges, curses and speaks her mind freely. Men sought to stifle and sucked the life out of her and Lacey wanted to live.

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