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The 1st sample features a warm narrator from a book about a young girl in the country. The 2nd is a first-person narrator that emotes their lonely and sobering reflections during a disintegrating relationship. The final narrator sensually retells, as a love story, the myth of Hades and Persephone.

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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Chapter one. It was a gusty afternoon in late autumn. In the year 17 92. In those days, the west coast of Wales was even wilder than it is today. And the mountains more rugged and uncultivated. A little girl barefooted, ran out of a small cottage and crossed the plot of garden to the henhouse. She had fed the chickens sometime earlier and had now come to shut them in their house for the night, dusk was falling and most of the hens had gone to roost, but one of a perverse mood still picked imaginary corn from the grass. Now, Buffy cried the little girl. You know, it's time to go to Roost and I'm in a hurry sho with a squawk. Buffy scuttled round to the back of the henhouse. Did you ever see anything? So obstinate exclaimed the little girl very well. Stay there. The hen with a cackle now rushed into the henhouse as if pursued by some enemy and she and her friends inside awoke the echoes with their cries. We also disagreed about politics more and more often the fabric of our relationship started to rip miserably. He stared into the void beyond me. Hades Palace, the underworld. When persephone awoke late the following morning, she found Haiti's arm about her securely. The wait though unanticipated was not unwelcome. She felt his breath brush against her hair and enjoyed its warmth. She felt him stir beside her. Good day to you Hades. She said, turning to face him and kissing him and to you, Kari, he said, returning the salutation. The goddess wrapped an arm over his naked waist and inquired, will you be returning to your rightful bed chamber from now on if you wish it? Yes, she nodded, declaring dramatically this, I swear by the sticks that you are most welcome to come lie with me. Those are binding words you utter Akari. Do you not fear one day coming to regret them?