Narration voice reel 2021
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) WelshTranscript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
And so they became the bad guy's angry, disenfranchised, man sized punch, happy fists and sad eyes. But between them was decency between them, a bond, a shared weakness that made them both strong. If you see them hoods up prowling the pavement at night, you'll walk away quickly. Skin prickling with terror. But they know love, though, and they know laughter. Know each other's brother friend. Father equals gods in their synagogues and eye for an eye. Priests sharpening their steeples. A two man nation with its own rules and conventions, it shows respect for the laws. One man's face is another's reflection. It's them against everyone when they go conquest ing. All men are weaklings or women are horse, and they will have their power to starving. Miles desperate to devour, to digest the flesh of the city that raised them so sour. Ah, hunger for vengeance that never sleeps but endures hunger satisfied every night, but every morning restored in the old days, they would have been warriors sold, singing the names of all the throats that they'd opened. But in these times there out on the high street, smoking, nothing to fight for but fighting itself saying, It's me and you, spider **** everyone else. Could it be? George wondered that she's a witch. It always thought witches were only in fairy tales, but now he was not so sure. Come closer to me, little boy, she said, beckoning to him with a horny finger. Come closer to me and I will tell you secrets. George didn't move. Grandma didn't move either. I know a great many secrets and suddenly smiled. It was a thin, icy smile the kind of snake might make just before it bites. You come over here to Grandma, and she'll whisper secrets to you. George took a step backwards, edging closer to the door. You mustn't be frightened of your old grandma, she said, smiling. That icy smile. George took another step backwards. Some of us, she said on all at once, leaning forward in her chair, on whispering in a throaty sort of voice. George had never heard her use before. Some of us have magic powers. One of my closest friends in my life is someone I met age 16, and we just kind of always got on. Charlie Max is a good few years older than me, but you'd never have known that from the antics we got up to during this first year after school, when I rented a small room in his sister's flat, Charlie and I hung out a lot. Together, we endlessly messed about hanging upside down at the local parks, monkey bars, making giant bacon and tomato sandwiches and devouring right beena juice cartons by the multitude in an effort to win the £5000 prize you got. If you happen to drink the carton that contained the Magic Harry, the lame toy inside. And that's kind of been our friendship ever since he's godfather to my son. He was best man at my wedding. I'm still waiting to be his. Come on, girls, get with the programme is a serious catch. I sit down opposite her. I don't mean your eyes. As I said, I can't. I watched her reflection reading a paperback as the train flashes past the towns and the villages and the people in their lives in the world's within them. All worlds glide into the surface of her skin. She contains whole worlds within her. The train draws into the station and I don't move. I sit and wait for She puts away her book and looks up and I look up and suddenly our eyes meet and she this angel smiles at me and she stands and she goes to the door. She gets off the train and walks into the crowd.