Samples from \"Clay Pigeons\" and \"The Somber Tone\" by Jacob Studebaker
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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tonight was different. Harlan was different. Ah, half hour in. The father politely asked if tonight wasn't a good time and if so, he could reschedule. Harlan sat there for a good while, seemingly fighting back tears as she tried to figure out how to put into words what was bothering her. Finally, after what felt like forever, Harlan stood up and led the father over to the bedroom door. She had been staring at for a long time, trying to keep the lights off and stay quiet, Harlan told the father through tears. They hurt him. Harlon pulled the key to her bedroom out of her pocket and unlocked it. She opened the door and, ah, horrible, horrible stench exited the room. It wasn't quite death, but something that's been rotting long after it should have been dead. Harlan quietly led the father into the room, leaving the lights, office promised. It took a mix of moonlight and the father's eyes, adjusting for him to see what was left of Michael laying on the bed point of finger and the whole world points right back. But oh, well. Yet another faction gone months and weeks have passed by and maybe even days. The horrors have been printed on those left, and they hide alone in this shallow bunkers built by those. And I quote mawr, intelligent, too scared to come back out like puppies attacked by curious toddlers. They shall just stay hidden underneath the planks until food and water escape. Allow me to set the somber tone by saying, we thought nature would do this.