The Great Clock Reading Sample
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
a giant clock stared down at me. It's face cracked and greying. From the many years of being bombarded by sand and ash, I entered the single door at the base of the clock tower. Care wrote a slam it shot so that no sand would follow me in. I took off my desk mast and hoisted my toolbox onto the metal table in the center of the tower. Single large room. The gears of the old clock scraped in, clanked above me with a chorus of dinging and timing from the bell box across the room. I don my work gloves and emptied my tools onto the table. I selected a hammer than pounded on the bell box to open. It had to tighten a few bolts before the chimes settled down into their usual melody. I felt up my tool belt with a few things, then ascended the maintenance ladder to the corner of the room opposite the bell box. My heart began to beat so loud that it drowned out some of the clocks. Incessant chatter. I oiled gears and tighten screws as I continued to climb. The further up I went, the quieter. The clock grew until I had reached the railed section at the top, I opened the small round window of the clocks dirty face and climbed out onto the minute hand. I slowly inched towards the place where the hands met and loosen the giant bowl in the center. I then quickly slid back into the window before I had time to look down and before the minute hand had time to fall down any from inside, I pushed the edge of the minute hand until it reached the 12 30 position. I could feel the tower move as it chimed the half hour and the rhythmic ticking it made when it was in working order.