Sample from 'The Wreckage'
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Vocal Characteristics
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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It's the windscreen wipers first shards of rubber and plastic going back and forth, back and forth, frantically scrambling to clear my way. There's no road in front of me, just flashes of grey and wet grey and wet. And then the sounds, the low dull were of my engine, punctuated by the zip of other cars. More eager, more urgent. Overtaking me on my right, the sharp, sudden whip of thunder cracked onto the roof of my car, causing me to jump. Each time. My leg's shaking in anticipation of the next strike and then the morning mist. The diet on the heater is broken, so I leaned forwards and rub the windscreen clear with the edge of my sleeve. I notice the milk stain on my left cuff, the remnant of a rushed breakfast. The wipers does it. The thunder, the mist, the dial, the stain always in that order. And then there it is, the flash of white one glimpse, one frame, then chaos, a cacophony that I remember and described differently every time a thump on impact, a smash of the head a Screeches. I hit the brakes and swerve to the side. If the sequence of visuals is set, the sounds are on shuffle. What came first, the screech or the smash after the sounds? Other sensations. Ears popping, stomach dropping, a warm, sensual urge in my groyne. And then the smells. The whiff of burnt rubber on that sweet, warm scent of rain trickling in through the broken windscreen and just one taste the metallic tang of blood.