African-American, Audiobook Demo

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Description

An engaging range of stories displaying a compelling, versatile, compassionate, entertaining, and even sometimes funny style of telling stories in a way that stirs the imagination, ranging from Christian fiction, Christian Non-Fiction/Self-help, to Christian children’s fiction.

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) US African American

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
home. Tanya pulled into her spot in the parking lot near the building where she worked, walked to the red metal slotted box at the entrance to the lot and inserted her $5 bill to park for the day. If parking gets any higher, I'll just have to stay home. She smiled, thinking about her son. She'd enjoy getting to see Malik more. He was a good kid. He was going to be a good man. As she got closer to the building, her breathing became more shallow and her palms begin to sweat. This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it. Tanya pushed the glass door of the office building and stepped inside. She spoke to the security guards like she always did as she walked to the elevator and pushed the button all weekend. Tonya had relived what happened in the office. She tried to figure out and explain it to herself. One second Michelle had been smelling the flowers, she was smiling at Tanya, something that almost never happened. Michelle had opened the card and read. She actually seemed to be glowing. Tanya was sure Michelle was glowing. Finally, she thought something had broken through Michelle's hard shell. None of the books or tapes she had given Michelle had helped and Tanya had only given out of her own situations. Thank you God, she had whispered to herself, she was happy. She had been obedient and had bought the flowers. She leaned forward in her seat, enthralled by the enjoyment that Michelle's happiness brought her just as soon as Tonya had relaxed though Michelle frowned. Albert Einstein flunked out of school. Les Brown was evaluated as mentally challenged. Millionaires are born out of bankruptcies, moses was called to speak but couldn't talk sometimes. What makes us insecure and vulnerable becomes the fuel we need to be overachievers. The antidote for snake bite is made from the poison and the thing that made you go backward is the same force that will push you forward. I believe this has so much to do with why people who come to our schools from third world countries often achieve more than those of us born here who take education for granted. It's the hunger to succeed that makes them stay up reading while we go out clubbing. They are generally bilingual. While some of us fight for the right to use ebonics. All right. As if were text messaging our proclivity is to think that there are crowns without crosses and that is a direct contradiction to scripture. In reality it is the agony that creates the ecstasy of life. Something stepped on a little stick. As soon as the twig cracked, my eyes snapped open and I was wide awake. I held my breath and kept as still as I could, whatever it was that was sneaking up on me. I knew I had woke up because it stopped moving and kept as steel as it could to even though my head was still under my blanket. I could feel two eyes staring at me real hard and I knew they weren't crit arised. These eyes made the hair on the back of my neck raise up the way only a human being, eyes can do without wiggling or jiggling around too much under my blanket. I got my fingers wrapped around my jackknife right when I was ready to push the covers off of me and start running a stabbing whoever it was that had been watching jumped right on top of me. I was as trapped as a roach under a dish rag. I tried to guess the exact spot of that person's heart was at being pulled my knife back. A voice said, if you ain't the kid called bud from the home, I'm really sorry about jumping on you like this. It was bugs! When I tried to talk, I felt like I had to suck all the air out of flint. I finally got breathing right and said, dog on bugs, it is me. Even though it was bugs who'd come close to getting his heart poked, I was the one who was still having trouble catching my breath. I asked, how come you aren't back at the home, but before he had chance to answer, I knew you're on the lam