Narration VA Reel
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
it was on a dreary night of november that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils with an anxiety that almost amounted to agony. I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning the rain patterned dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half extinguished light I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open. It breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch, whom, with such infinite pains and care! I had endeavored to form! His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful, beautiful, great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath his hair was of illustrious, black and flowing his teeth of a pearly whiteness. But these luxury this is only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes that seemed almost the same color of the dun white sockets in which they were set his shriveled complexion and straight black lip. The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature. I had worked hard for nearly two years for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body, for this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an adore that far exceeded moderation. But now that I had finished the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart, unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created. I rushed out of the room and continued a long time, traversing my bedchamber, unable to compose my mind to sleep. At length lassitude succeeded to the tumbled I have before endured, and I threw myself on the bed in my clothes, endeavoring to seek a few moments of forgetfulness. But it was in vain! I slept, indeed! But I was disturbed by the wildest dreams. I thought I saw Elizabeth and the bloom of health walking in the streets of Eagle stott, delighted and surprised I embraced her. But as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips they became livid with the hue of death. Her features appear to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms. A shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave worms crawling in the folds of the flannel. I started from my sleep with a cold dew covered my forehead. My teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed when, by the demand yellow light of the moon, as it forced its way through the window shutters, I beheld the wretch the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtains of the bed, and his eyes, if I, they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks. He might have spoken. but I did not hear one hand was stretched out, seemingly to detain me, but I escaped and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I inhabited, where I remained during the rest of the night, walking up and down in great agitation, listening attentively catching and fearing each sound as if it were to announce the approach of the demonic course which I had so miserably given life.