Narration in English, GenAm, British

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This narration reel is my own voice. DYMO Voice Overs uses a RODE NT1-A studio condenser microphone with pop-filter and Audio-Technica ATH-M50X Professional Studio Monitor Headphones. The audio interface is Focusrite Scarlett Solo and Reaper software is used for complete digital audio production.

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Vocal Characteristics



Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)


Australian British (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Are you ready to embark on this transformative journey? Are you ready to embrace your true potential, overcome challenges and build a life that aligns with your deepest desires? Prologue, a wizard's warning, be warned for traveler. The world captured within these confines has marked my spirit and will steer you away without regret or compunction. Ovia will seep into your soul and never set you free. AUA mysterious and chaotic consists of multiple dimensions, bound and chained through parallel layers of magnetic and magical energy. Lightning broke through the sky outside our window. The explosive sound forced me to swallow my fear and turn the knob, opening the door. I got to the living room and stopped the storm outside had quieted as quickly as it started and then the panic came introduction. Firstly, let me preface that if you don't wish to or don't have the time to read this full book right now. You may wish to start with the first portion of the book which goes over common dos and don't of public speaking a bit about me. I didn't come at my business from a Toastmasters background. I wasn't yet a professional speaker. We were a few feet from the communion rail. When I saw Tim, he was in his Sunday suit. It wasn't Sunday. He was sleeping so peaceful. I took a few steps to stand beside him, reaching out to touch his face. He didn't stir. Tim had a rosary clasped in his hands too, too late. Now, I thought bitterly. Chapter one, Sarah Death. I am 11. When I wake up, I am sure I am dead. And the terror of the nightmare suffocates me. I heave and heave until I can again draw a regular breath. So I am not dead, but I feel I am no longer entirely connected to the living. I Sarah, as did my mother, Jodie live with the brain disorder, paranoid schizophrenia whose onset many believe has no optimistic over life, meaning the afflicted cannot overlive it with worthy expectations.