Narration Scripts – Young Adult Fiction

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Description

Client:
Treasure Island

Voice Age:
Young Adult

Gender:
Female or Male

Job description:
You’ll find two narration sample scripts provided here. Both are pulled from literature found in the public domain, meaning they’re copyright free and available for public uses. One is more lengthy and meant for practicing long-form reading. The other is intended for voice over demo creation. Any narrators looking for short passages to use as their narration demos are welcome to use the one found below, or take a look at our other narration sample scripts.

Art Direction:
Have fun with these young adult literature scripts. Try your hand at character reads by giving each character their own distinctive voice. Try to assign personality traits to the characters that will feed into their vocal inflections. Research how words are meant to be pronounced.

Category:
Audiobooks

Industry:
Publishing

Style:
Narrator

Language:
English

Accent:
Narrate this passage in your natural accent. Only assume an accent if prompted by the description of a character’s vocal traits.

Word Count:
300 words

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I remember him as if it were yesterday as he came plotting to the indoor, his sea chest falling behind him in a hand barrow a tall, strong, heavy man, his tari pigtail falling over the shoulder of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and scarred with black broken nails. And the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white. I remember him looking round the cover and whistling to himself as he did so and then breaking out in that old see song that he sang so often afterwards. 15 men on the dead man's chest, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum in the high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the cap stand bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a hand spike that he carried and when my father appeared, called roughly for a glass of rum, this when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up at our sign board. This is a handy cove, says he at length and a pleasant city ated grog shop. Much company. Nate, my father told him. No very little company. The more was the pity