Audiobook Demo (Natural, Young Adult, Grounded, Funny)



A compilation of different genres of narration for audiobooks.

Vocal Characteristics



Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)


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


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
one wrong step. And I was no longer running down the crowded corridor. I stood alone in a room, completely barren, save for rows and rows of fluorescent lights along the ceiling and the dank smell of mildew on a stained pattern. Lys rug. I should have been relieved to be alone. But there was something wrong about this place. My pulse instantly quickened, thudding against the vein in my neck. Haggard breaths drew out of my lungs and echoed against the walls, and I stood there for a long moment until I let out a deep sigh and realized I had been holding my breath the entire time amongst the hyacinths and snowdrops. The two sat at Arm's length in the secluded garden. She bit her lip uncomfortably, unsure just what to say to fill the air until she felt the tips of his fingers brushed gently against her own. She felt sparks dance in the pit of her stomach, heat rising in her ears and cheeks. Then he leaned over and let his lips graze her knuckles. This time she couldn't stop the blush from spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. But she also couldn't look away from the beautiful man in front of her. Eleanora, queen of the elves and last hope of her people reached for the hilt of Harappa and unseated. She raised the blade toward the sun and looked down upon her warriors. Waiting below. Today she began a voice that could command trees to march and the seasons to change. We marched toward Castle Rock and retake What is rightfully ours? Are you with me? The little bee was very lost. Can you help me, squirrel? I can't find my friends anywhere, said the little bee. Well, I just saw them buzzing by the tulips, said squirrel. The little bee smiled. Thank you squirrel, she said, and buzzed away as quick as her little wings could carry her. The end of senior year was easily going to be the worst three months of my life. I should have been celebrating the end of my high school career, prom graduation. Moving away for college. It was all there, right in front of me. I was ready to leave this sleepy midwestern suburb and make a name for myself. So why was I spending every single waking hour thinking about leaving Connor.