Adult Story Narration - A Promise Kept

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Description

Sample of fictional work - A Promise Kept, showcasing storytelling style, character depiction and tempo variations.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
you said, Turn the radio on police. So I turned the radio on. You don't get to choose what I listen to. His own irritation seeped into his voice, and she huffed but said nothing as she stared angrily out at the road ahead of them. The silence between them went on for hours, and by nightfall his nerves were at their breaking point. Opal had those doff a few times, and during those momentary reprieves he felt at ease. But every time she awoken gave him that furious glare, she seemed to be practising. He was inwardly rattled. His face would never show the turmoil his mind was going through. But he desperately hung onto the gentle hum of music as he drove. As if to break through his thoughts, Opal reached out and turned the radio off. Louis looked at her through the side of his eye and then back at the empty road, the music was too loud. I couldn't hear myself think Lewis knew that that was a lie because the music was barely audible, even for him. I'm so sorry about that, he said dryly, but didn't make a move to correct the dial. I had no idea that the music you told me to use to stay awake so that we don't go crashing into a ravine and die was somehow interrupting a very important internal conversation you were having with yourself. Is it a private matter? What? Would you like to share it with the rest of the class? Opel cut her eyes at him and then returned, staring out into the night as she spoke. Sarcasm isn't your strong suit, Louis. Try a straitjacket. It'll fit better. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. He had longed for hours to hear her voice. But now that she was speaking, all he wanted was for her to be quiet. And yet he didn't want to fall back into that endless void created by her silence. You know what Opel, he said, trying his best to stay in control of himself. You're going to get enough of calling me crazy. I'll get enough of it when I say I've had enough