The Day The Crayons Quit (A short story written and read by me)
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Yorkshire & Humber) British (General) North American (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Life hacks. That's where it all went wrong. Orange took a long drug from his pipe and let out a smoke filled sigh. What's a life hack? Asked. Purple. Puzzled orange reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone. It was hagged and scratched from years of being thrown around his person whenever he was used and flung back down purple. And the other colors looked on in anticipation. Green, enthralled, shuffled to get a better view. Elbowing the others out of the way. Orange went forward and held his phone up for all to see. Hi, I'm life. Heck, Steve. And here's a great tip. If you run out of candles. Life like Steve picked up a Zippo from the countertop and grinned as he opened a small box, it contained yellow, yellow, blankly into the camera. His face drained of all colors. He was merely gray. Now. A Steve pulled his thumb down on the Zippo wheel, creating a huge flame and plucked yellow from his box. You can use all crowns that you have lying around. The group gasped and every color covered its eyes. The room was silent except for the sound of sizzling paper, melting wax and life hack Steve's ongoing commentary. Orange pushed up and wiped a tear from his eye. Life hacks. ******* life ax.