Audiobook (257 sec.)

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Jeff Johnson

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Description

A selection of story excerpts from different styles of audiobooks.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
this place is a **** hole. Devin thought he saw several young men milling about on the right pushers, Devin said. Disgusted. He entered the doorway in the handle. Wouldn't budge. Devin kicked in the door. A dead smell. Devon heard nothing. He reached the end of the hallway and listen to a faint, crying sound. Devin crouched down as he approached the door. As soon as he did, he heard a loud bang. Part of the door shattered outward. The bottom portion of the door was still intact. He reached for the handle and flung it open. Bang! Another roar of a weapon. Devon opened up a pouch on the side of his armor, pulled out a small object. Devin tossed it into the room. Seconds later, he heard a bang Devin peek around the corner. A woman in her late thirties was screaming as he held a boy in her hands. On the child's lap. A bloodied sonic blaster was resting in the kids blood. Devin wasn't expecting this. He gave another deep breath to the ailing boy and watched his chest and listened for any signs that he was trying to breathe on his own and found nothing. Then he felt the hand on his right shoulder. Todd turned to tell the clown, touching him to back off right now, but then he saw him. Todd froze for a moment as he strained to remember why he knew this man. And then he saw his lips moving, and about the time he realized what the man was saying, the Joel hit him and momentarily stunned him. It seemed like an hour, but the stun effect was but a blink of the eye, and his training told him he needed to give the boy another breath. He gave the breath, and as he came up, he realized the man still had his hand on his shoulder, and it continued to repeat the prayer. He was chanting, Father, let him do this, Father, Give him the strength. Father, let him do this. And once more, he felt a massive surge of electricity into his shoulder and down his arm. Todd almost instinctively gave the boy another breath, and this time, as he pulled away, he felt the boy began to gag and stutter breath. He looked up at the man holding his shoulder and saw him smile and familiar Shiver ran down his back, The man walked away, looking back once, and his eyes met Todd's. And deep down, Todd knew. Soon it was Stella's birthday, and she got the Onley present. She wanted her own puppy. Stellan named her Twinkle. The sweet puppy immediately stole Stella's heart. But not only that, Twinkle also stole her bed. Her toys. She even tried to steal Stella's food. Stella quickly realized that having a puppy wasn't easy at all. Sergeant Daryl Smith was a black Marine three striper with one tour in Vietnam and only a few months away from his second raised in South L. A. Sergeant Smith was No. One screw with on the first day that he lined us up. Attention, he shouted, I want you to look at the man to your left. Now look at the man to your right. One of you motherfuckers is not coming back. She took a slow, looping swing, then held the post for a moment. She looked to her right and smiled. And this, she said, is how you correctly set up to hit Great drive, cut, Do it again. But why? That was good. Greg shook his head, hit a great drive. Not hit. Great drive. Carla thumped her club against the ground. These stupid English rules. Little words such as the and, uh but who cares? It's okay. Everything else about that take was fine. Come on, do it again. Okay. What's next? Cameramen? Go ahead now and start inhaling slowly to account of four, three to one and slowly exhale to account of six. As you release all tension. Five four, three to one. Completely relaxed now.