AWMiller_2022 Narration Demo
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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Garrett flinched and Gareth swore as the green cube hovered into view above the table. Sarah's gaze jumped between the cube and proteus. What is this? She said, cold sweat covered, produces poems as he measured his next words. He had to share the burden he carried and wanted to keep them safe. It was a violation of orders, but it was the right thing to do. He took another deep breath and said, I'm from the future here too. To stop the development of a terrible weapon. Tried to lick his dry lips, but found no moisture. What I'm going to show you is the next world war produce manipulated the controls and a grainy black and white video began, Hello, Tayo, I've been awaiting your arrival. The Roush have already told you who I am or perhaps not. Talia shifted his eyes playfully toward the to Roush. One can never guess what are talkative guy. Bill will say. The Bill flew to him and landed on his shoulder, grinning widely. Talia's brow arched. If you don't mind, I'm not a tree and you're much too heavy. Nabil jumped off his shoulder, landed with a thump and waddled over to Judah. The playful Roush flipped and flopped around, kicking the air, trying to impress the massive creature. Talia ignored them, keeping his eyes on Tayo, try to understand you were brought here on a quest. Tayo wasn't sure he was hearing this man called Talia correctly. The truth. About what? About what we think we see and know, he said, see you know about what the Okay. All murders. Yes, because the truth about who really killed Claire and timothy is hidden and maybe can only be found beyond the gates. He said, just like everything in the game. What game? Play dead? He said. Is it a real game? Have you played it before? I think it's real. However, if you want to know what I want, it's right behind you. Elian turned his evil eyes toward the nest that held the unique chemistry. I want your boy, dear King, His rattle came alive. The frogs parted and Elian slithered his way deeper into their home. Sheridan leapt in front of Sparta, his long curved talons chipped into the rock floor. He extended his wings and let out a shrill screech, causing the X marked frogs to all take jumps and stumble back, ran my fingers clumsily through my hair next, and tried to comb out the evening. Sandy, grime. The woman's expression turned sad and pathetic. Sheriff. Can I call someone for you, Jericho? I answered, telling her my name, correcting her. I hadn't been Sheriff in almost a year. The sheriff is an elected position in my small north Carolina county. Our town was just above Kill Devil Hills where I lived in the armpit of kitty Hawk Bay. I'm no longer the sheriff, I'd all but forfeited the job after my wife's death. And when I began living from drink to drink or should I say existing from one drink to the next. Every instinct in his body went electric the minute he pushed open the door, heart slamming, breath stopping, fingers tingling. A flash of white hot wrongness like that moment. Just before you step on a copperhead and you think **** and every nerve in your body slams into overdrive. If you're lucky, you take a big step back and watch the critter slither into the undergrowth. If you're too late, well you're too late. There was an instant, just a half second when he thought it was just a flashback to the spring. But then he saw the girl's eyes at the same time, he knew what was wrong. The door hadn't chimed when he opened it. Nobel had jangled the lights to his right were out and the security camera over the counter was just a blank screen worked his *** off all the time, make up game, title, game practice, hated to lose him. He chased every single ball blocks out like a pro, but pros don't block out. I laughed. When's the last time you saw Lebron anybody in the NBA? Block out, push shove, lean, but block out. He smiled and picked out a callus on a huge brown hand. If Kyle Rochester doesn't go up for a rebound, you can bet his guy either tripped him or knocked him down for his size, kids quicker than greased, shipped through a short dog. Got a heart bigger than texas too, as much as I hate texas, but don't get me wrong, the kid can't act out, really, lose it on the court and off.