English, grounded and natural, many accents

Profile photo for Nikki McCauley
Not Yet Rated


an excerpt from an audio book

Vocal Characteristics



Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)


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


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
It's not like I had some utterly poignant well lit memory of a healthy father pushing a healthy child and the child saying higher, higher, higher or some other metaphorically resonant moment. The swing set was just sitting there, abandoned the two little swings hanging still and sad from a great plank of wood. The outline of the seats like a kid's drawing of a smile behind me. I heard the sliding glass door open. I turned around. It was Augustus wearing khaki pants and a short sleeve plaid button down. I wiped my face with my sleeve and smiled. Hi. I said it took him a second to sit down on the ground next to me and he grimaced as he landed rather ungracefully on his ***. Hi. He said, finally, I looked over at him. He was looking past me into the backyard. I see your point. He said as he put an arm around my shoulder. That is one sad ******* swing set. I nudged my head into his shoulder. Thanks for offering to come over. You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. He said, I guess I said, all efforts to save me from you will fail. He said, why, why would you even like me? Haven't you put yourself through enough of this? I asked, thinking of Caroline Mathers Gus didn't answer. He just held on to me, his fingers strong against my left arm. We got to do something about this freaking swing set. He said, I'm telling you, it's 90% of the problem. Once I'd recovered, we went inside and sat down on the couch right next to each other. The laptop half on his fake knee and half on mine. Hot. I said of the laptop space. Is it now? He smiled. Gus loaded this giveaway site called Free No Catch. And together, we wrote an ad headline. He asked swing set needs home. I said, desperately lonely. Swing set needs loving home. He said, lonely, vaguely pedophile. Swing set seeks the butt of Children. I said, he laughed. That's why, what, that's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates an adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are. I took a deep breath through my nose. There was never enough air in the world, but the shortage was particularly acute in that moment. We wrote the ad together, editing each other. As we went in the end, we settled upon this desperately lonely swing set needs loving home. One swing set, well worn but structurally sound. Seeks new home, make memories with your kid or kids so that someday he or she or they will look into the backyard and feel the ache of sentimentality as desperately as I did this afternoon. It's all fragile and fleeting dear reader. But with this swing set, your Children will be introduced to the ups and downs of human life gently and safely and may also learn the most important lesson of all. No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around. Swings set currently resides near 83rd in Spring Mill. After that, we turned on the TV for a little while, but we couldn't find anything to watch. So I grabbed an imperial affliction off the bedside table and brought it back into the living room and Augustus Waters read to me while mom making lunch, listened in mother's glass eye turned inward. Augustus began as he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep slowly. And then all at once, when I checked my email, an hour later, I learned that we had plenty of swing set suitors to choose from. In the end. We picked a guy named Daniel Alvarez who had included a picture of his three kids playing video games with the subject line. I just want them to go outside. I emailed him back and told him to pick it up at his leisure. Augustus asked if I wanted to go with him to support group, but I was really tired from my busy day of having cancer. So I passed, we were sitting there on the couch together and he pushed himself up to go, but then fell back down onto the couch and sneaked a kiss onto my cheek. Augustus. I said friendly. He said he pushed himself up again and really stood this time. Then took two steps over to my mom and said, always a pleasure to see you. And my mom opened her arms to hug him. Where upon Augustus leaned in and kissed my mom on the cheek. He turned back to me. See he asked, I went to bed right after dinner, the bipap drowning out the world beyond my room. I never saw the swing set again.