Narration - Nightmarescape
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Irish (Eastern- Leinster, Dublin) Irish (General)Transcript
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Peter was not looking forward to getting up. The night before had left him absolutely ragged. So when his alarm started going off, he was not happy. He clicked it off and rolled over. But as he rolled, he felt himself fall. Fire. Fire all around. The Intense heat made him shirk and squint. The screams of those he loved echoed through his head as he saw fiery depictions of their death flashed before his eyes. His body wouldn't let him look away as he saw scene after scene. "What is this? What's happening to me?" He sobbed and screamed into the flames, regaining some physical control. Peter looked down at his body, which is now engulfed in searing yellow flames. He desperately patted his arms and legs as they melted before him, like a metal that it just reached liquefaction. Smoke on fire continued to swirl around him, engulfing every fathom of his perception. He couldn't close his eyes. He couldn't ignore the doom around him, and then he fell again. Wind and rain whipped his face as he stood in the near black night. He could feel the spray of the ocean as shattering whispers pummelled his hearing. You could almost feel the voices clawing at the back of his head, indecipherable words of the damned desperate mumblings of beings along forgone their earthly bodies Bombarded Peter's senses again and again, wave after wave. "Stop!" And it did. He stood in total blackness, ready for another onslaught of some sort. His breath echoed around him as he blessed this respite. "I must be dreaming" he thought, trying to look around in the new found emptiness around him. "Please wake up." He felt solid ground fall away from beneath him. As white flashed in his eyes, he was blinded, but he could tell he was falling. Wind whipped his hair and whistled in his ears as you fell, his eyes adjusted to the light as he fell past flag flying geese, a clear sky above a vast sea beneath him. Peter knew there wasn't long before he hit. He clenched, his teeth, curled into a ball. Something new. Dragon. Peter sprung up to face the circling dragon as it raised its head and took a deep breath. Flames spun around him again. As his clothes are stripped away, leaving him naked. The dragon began to stalk away. Peter fell into a dark forest. No natural sounds just strange. atonal dissonant, muted notes played around his head as he glanced about waiting for some new horror. "Oh, God! Let it end." Peter Sub He spotted something approaching. It wasn't 20 feet away, and it was stalking closer gaze fixed on Peter. Its outline was that of a black cloud floating towards him in the darkness. "Oh, hell. Kill me and be done."