Narration Demo
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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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from the short story, a dying business. He was dead. At least his business was, And without his business, his wife would leave him and take their new baby. Then he might as well be dead. His dad had run the Elysian Fields mortuary for 30 years and have made a killing at it. The first and only mortuary in their small town of Hildale. Everyone got buried there. He charged normal prices. He was friendly and he helped their community, his dad said to him when he was a teen. Irving, After you get your college degree, go to mortuary school and when you come out, I'll hire you and then turn the business over to you. You'll be set for life. Irv had no other plans. He liked this cute blonde Shelley in high school, and she liked him. So he learned the business, got his degree in psychological counseling and came back and married her. Just as he promised. His dad turned Elysium fields over to him after a few years and retired to Florida with Mom. The first years have been great. People were dying to be his customers. He and Shelly remodeled his parents, old house went on vacations around the world had his and her luxury cars. Shelley had their son, Nathan. Then the bottom dropped out of his business rather than dying. Normally, people were taking zombie blood. Lung cancer gone. Heart disease cleared up. Severe accidents. Limbs grew back. Most people then took the vaccine to remove the zombie disease because who wanted to be a zombie with glowing red eyes. But they were still alive and healthy. Irv Research the zombie disease during his many idle moments, waiting for customers. No one knew how long people with zombie ism lived. Zombie. Turkey's squirrels and cordis lived past their normal lifespan. Humans near death came back as zombies and started living like 20 year olds. All that Irv had left was a trickle of people who died suddenly or who refused the zombie treatment. Irv, Rejoice that the prejudiced against zombies were so strong or he'd be bankrupt. From the short story. Her Majesty's Cordis reading Zombie Corky's wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Heather Mellor inside as she reviewed accounts for Her Majesty's Cordis in Hannah City, Illinois. Certainly she made plenty on each. Some be corgi. She sold normally corgi puppies went for $1200. She earned double that for zombies. Zombie Corky's were invincible guard dogs and cute, too, with bright red eyes. There were no harder to train than regular Corky's just slightly more aggressive. Well, a lot more aggressive, she remembered. When her corgis first turned zombie one day, there were 50 in her kennels, and the next day they were all gone with Tauron fencing in their wake. Thanks to the undead mother in law, Diane Newbie Heather had gotten them back, and due to Diane's forceful methods, they were somewhat more obedient. That led to Heather's new career as a zombie dog trainer and breeder. Zombies had moments of popularity, but they had the creepy factor that made people naturally averse to them, both people and animals, zombies. It didn't matter the advantages of quick regeneration. This was part of her business problem. For another downside, there were the expenses. Her zombie dog breeding insurance had risen again, the third time this year. That was because of recent claims. One pit bull eaten after it attacked a corgi and damage caused by Corky's chewing through wooden fences. And after a car hit a corgi. The enraged animal attacked the tire, destroying a $300 radio. Then there was the anti zombie bias among dog breeders and customers. Aside from supplying dozens of dogs to the society promoting equality with zombies, Heather's puppy sales were way down from when she was just a normal corgi breeder. This month, she noted $15.73. Goody! She'd go out and buy herself a hamburger from the short story in a pickle. Now what was he going to do? Bryce Butterworth's boss just told him to double the productivity of vegan inks. Pickle strain they used for their Kowalski pickle brand. That was completely impossible, but keeping his job required it. He was the low man on the genetic engineering totem pole of economic. The last one, hired in the 1st 1 to be fired off. Another recession hit. Couldn't think he couldn't face this. So he cruised the Internet. The origin of Zombie Turkey's hadn't know they'd found that a medley beacon exclusive. The foremost Sambi new source, he read out loud Zombie. Turkey's had ravaged Illinois in the US at Thanksgiving. Thankfully, they hadn't hit near Terra Haute, where he lived. He skimmed the article rapidly. Cornel, one of vegan inks agribusiness rivals, had genetically modified their corn to fight off corn disease. The genetic modification would adapt to the disease at a cellular level and neutralize it by copying the DNA from the disease organism, whether fungal or bacterial. When wild turkeys ate the corn, it modified the E. Coli in their gut, creating the zombie turkey bacteria E. Coli Gala Paavo that moved into the turkeys bloodstream and made them zombies able to regenerate any lost or damaged body part, even bringing turkeys back from the dead. What cop prices? I was the reproduction rate zombie cells reproduced every 20 minutes. Could that work for pickles? Why not try?