Reciting an Original Short Story
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Filipino (Tagalog) New ZealandTranscript
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Daniel Serology Audio Demo test version one now residing words from my original short story. Chapter Two roaring seas buckled the joints, popping the hinges of the rust buckets, right side panels swung open along its edges, cutting into an adjacent panel, which was already weakened earlier by the pressure of waves against all sides of the coral reef bed winds whistled through mouse holes where old piping ran along the floor and into where the old steam room used to be. A lack of proper oxygen could be sensed as margins, once separating catwalks for machinery were now distinguished by bodies of water sloshing crude oil and bursts of waves pulsing through gaps in the home, all in a delayed syncopated rhythm from the outside. Rush Lehman and custodians, splashes of water tore through bush and brush. Taken aback. All it took was an ugly turn in a single day, with the dead grass peeled back, revealing what was already there, hit him non top dress land apart from the estate, The sea consuming close to 10,000 hectares of it, marred by black sands, clearly swayed and by waves first like bees in a swarm, being smacked about by heavy winds, yet still magnetized to their homing scent of home, transferring, washed all into patches of land like unwanted weeds dug up alongside bundles of wheat fences, which dictated what land was owed and of the other's domain, now merged and hurled fence posts, frayed wires, splinters and loved and tossed hay bales. Gone, owner wept for the state's labor, patches of hay scattered like breadcrumbs. Some wild animals pestered the employees trying to save what they can. Whatever was lost, though, was given back to nature. Same goes for the haven shoot dashes of what once, where the salt River flats, which derived from the reins of past winters, suck in to the numerous cracks along the riverbed trails of seawater slush foreign banks. Between the cracks, patches of the moon whites and the hazing yellow blocks of their old river remained. Some clear spring water resided in the mounds made by a sudden torrential snowstorm. The dam, which was clogged by the same snowstorm they caught last week, overflowed and spread the water's weight against itself, cracked, then engorged its mass against hairline cracks, imploding, causing widespread panic as people were evacuated to the highest point.