Audio book sample, slow and deep voice

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Description

This is a story about 2 teenagers that find a body washed ashore. I use a slow, calm tone for the narration, and put feeling and emotion into the dialogue

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
there was no mistaking what lay amid the tangled bladder. Wrack and help. Alex stared at the body at the Jean, clad legs stiff in their unnatural position, only turning away when he heard Daniel's voice tearing through the wind like a demanding coal of a fledgling Siegel. Hurry up! Alex could see him peering over the cliff edge, his hands shielding his eyes from the morning sun. I'm coming, an exiled back. You wait there, but Alex couldn't leave living on a Croft. Alex was no stranger to putrid finds. Yet this was no unfortunate beast. This was had been a person, a teenager. Judging by the clothes, he tugged at a friend of leathery kelp that lay across the head and a haze of black flies lifted off. Alex had barely enough time to step away when he saw the exposed, mangled flesh where the face should have been. He retched out a stream of bitter tasting liquid. Now hate seen enough people's skittered down the cliff face. Daniel, beyond anxious, was navigating the slope. Alex backed away from the mountain, where the flies were already beginning to settle again and yelled up to Daniel, Stay where you are. He patted his phone in his pocket. No signal down here phoning. The police would have to wait until he got closer to the village. What is it? Just stay there. There was no need for Daniel to witness this. Alex gave a last scan up and down the body and froze his attention. Caught by a patch of white on the Navy jumper the body was wearing blocking his nostrils with his hand. He squatted to get a better look. A small white anchor was embroidered on the cuff. Alex knew there was only one jumper in the world like that. New because Auntie Joan had knitted it for him last Christmas. It was the jumper. Alexa joked he'd never be seen dead in the one he lent to Chuck after a late night swim.