Not Yet Rated


The story was read from one of the provided scripts on the website. I recorded the sample using the Anchor podcasting app on my smartphone.

Vocal Characteristics



Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)


British (General)


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the prince journeyed on spending days, travelling in his nights in Little Wayside ends till one day he found himself in the heart of the adamant mountains. The great red granite crags of the surrounding peaks rose out of the gleaming snow like ugly fingers on the slopes of giant glaciers. Sparkled in the sun like torrents of diamonds, the prince sat down by some stunted trees. His tops have been broken off a long time ago by an avalanche and began to eat the bit of bread and cheese they had stored in his pocket. Meanwhile, his black course ate the grass, which grew here and there along the mountain path on DH. As the prince sat there in the bright sun in the silence of the mountains, he became aware of a low, continuous Rory. There must be a waterfall nearby, said the prince to himself. I'll go and see it