Fictional Audio Books
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Since the dawn of humanity, we've strived to understand the world and our place in it. Long ago, people turned to the storyteller for guidance For those who listened, These myths gave them the courage and inspiration to change their destinies. Our imaginations took us to places we could only dream, causing us to wonder about the unknown. What lies beyond the dark forest beneath the oceans, deep beyond the stars within ourselves Over time, value of myths have all but been lost. What if myth was reclaimed again on the new generation of mythmakers emerged to tell stories We've all forgotten This'll coffee skinned man has walked through this desert before, felt its warmth, felt its desolation and felt its beauty seep into him. It rejuvenates him. He has come here each fall for years. At first just a walk to be in the immense nous on the silence to be away for a few days away from her crippling illness. Her need her pain. It's selfish, but she understands. And Meg Leary took a **** of a yearbook picture. She was too thin, her stare to defiant. But for all that, she eclipsed the other girls on the page. She had a flair of personality. The camera loved Miss Pam ease. Lacquered nail pointed to her. That's her. Taken just days before the killing, she closed the yearbook and put it aside in favor of a yellow Once upon a time. Many centuries ago, there lived a man named You Shy, who had many, many sons. His youngest was a gentle shepherd boy named David, a strong will young man with a knack for music. Onda Bit of a brave streak. In those days, the Land of Israel was ruled by its very first king King shall. When she murdered me, her sharp canine teeth savaged my throat and still remember the pain. It was the pain of birth. I saw a vision of shadows and darkness, as if men of some authority gathered round shadow against shadow. I felt my blood rise to the bite, as if meeting pie, theist, lips and tongue. The smell of her at that instant was the musky perfume of the government of the ninth are in marching formation with herrings at the head. They'll start marching soon, back to the bag outposts and the world, not where the herrings will return to the commander at tier. They have a lot of building to do, long lives to live and plenty of forgetting. Centuries ago in the land of Israel, there lived a man named Samson. Samson was no ordinary man. He was a Nazarene and especially holy fellow who was not allowed to eat grapes, foods that contain grapes or even cut his hair. His special status allowed him to attain supernatural powers.