Demo Read - A Shattered Life
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Hello there. My name is Joshua, and I'm going to be your narrator. Speaking to people have always been a very easy task for me, given the fact that a lot of people love to hear my voice. On top of that, I've done customer service for a few years. So doing this is actually second nature to me Now I'm gonna be doing a test read, deceive you enjoy my voice and let me know if this works best for you. I'm going to be reading a book known as a shattered life. Go ahead and inbox me too many questions as I can change my tone pace and others aspect of my voice or the best fit your needs in order to get started. Let's go ahead. I don't know when you're going to read this, but I can tell you when it started, I was out for a walk alone in the woods. When the entity came from me, it was beyond a blur. It was for lack of a better term absence of meaning where it hid. There were no trees where crept closer. There was still grass through the arc. It leapt at me. There was no breeze of motion. There was no air at all. As it struck, I felt the distant sensation of clause, puncturing the somewhere unseen somewhere I'd never felt performed. My hands and arms and legs and torso seem to find I'm wishing, pleading. But I knew I had been injured. Somehow, as I fearfully ran back home, I could tell that I was less. I was vaguely tired, and it was hard to focus. A Times solution at that early stage was easy. A big cup of coffee helped me feel normal again. For a while, that subtle drain on my spirit became lost in the ebb and flow of caffeine in my system, you could save my life began that week, actually, because that was I was Excuse me. Oh, actually, because that was when I met Mark. She and I got along great. So, to be honest, I'm pretty sure I fell in love with her over the phone before we met. It was almost a Ziff. The strong emotions of that first week made the entity fight back. It was still with me latched on some invisible part of my being. The first few incidents were minor, and I hardly worried about them. The color of a neighbor's car change from dark blue to black one morning and I started at it. I stared at it before shaking my head and shrugged off the distance. Two days later, at work, a coworker's name changed from Fred to Dan. I carefully asked around, but everyone said his name has always been damned. I figured I'd just been mistaken that as ridiculous as this sounds. I was peeing in my bathroom at poem when I suddenly found myself on a random street. I was still in my pajamas, pants down, urinating But now, in full view of a dozen people at a bus stop. Horrified, I pulled up my clothes and ran before someone called the cops. I did manage to get home, but the experience force me to admit that I was still in danger. Entity was doing something to me, and I didn't understand how to fight back. Our showed up at that evening, but she had her own key. Hey, I asked her with confusion. How do you get a key? She just left inter. Cute. Are you sure you're okay with this? She opened the door and entered the room full of boxes. I know we're living together is a big step. Especially since we've only been really dating for about three months living together. I know that really just met her the week before. This was odd. The thing was, my mother had always called me a smart cookie. For some reason, I knew when I shut my yap I instead I causing a scene. I told everything was fine and I went straight to my room and began investigating. My things would just that I held left of me. If you like what you heard. Go ahead and give me an inbox again. My name is Josh Front. Not more than happy to be your narrator. I hope you draw the rest your day.