Ernest and Engaging Serious Situation In Young Readers Novel

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Description

This is a young readers book that I narrated about camping, hunting, nature, natural history and Native American history in Pennsylvania wilderness.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US Mid-Atlantic) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
eco forced his eyes open. It took effort. Something like arching his eyebrows just to get his eyelids to follow along. He knew something. Maybe everything was wrong. He sensed that he was on his back looking up but could see only straight up, nothing to the sides, just straight up like he was looking through to empty toilet paper rolls above him were intertwined shapes against the dingy gray background. The indistinct shapes looked like loose spaghetti or maybe one of those roar shock tests he just learned about in his sixth grade science class, then Bam his vision cleared all at once and the 1000 senses bombarded his brain. The earthy smell of decomposition, the sound of distant migrating geese arguing about the lead flock position. A nearby yellow bellied sap sucker, tapping out its distinctive morse code on some dead branch. His mouth was gummy and tasted like the time he'd face planted from the monkey bars while showing off on the school playground. The spaghetti or roar shock blotches or whatever they were. Came into focus as tree branches outlined against a gray sky that would soon spit rain or maybe snow. Yes, that confirmed it. He was on his back in the forest, He twisted his head, hearing the leaves crunch under his skull as they slid through his blond hair. They're 10 ft away and leaning against the big white pine was his hickory longbow just where he'd left it before deciding to climb up and closer, not far from his hip. What was that black fragment on the ground? He pinched his eyes shut and reopened them, glad he could now see, but frightened by the sight. The fragment was a piece of his lifeline or what used to be his lifeline, The black housing of the two way radio his parents insisted he bring lay shattered.