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Audiobooks
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Description

Here are additional samples of my audiobook work.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (Canadian-General) North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the animals watch in amazement as the small eggs lie silently on a large plant. They stare and look closely at the eggs. They watched the small, delicate body safe and snug in their shells. They are a special kind of butterfly called monarchs. Monarch butterflies are said to be the king of all butterfly species. They're also known to be the most beautiful, each one special and unique. The suffering you go through at such times can and should be avoided. This can only be achieved by being proactive. Take steps to prevent such situations as much as possible. For example, pack your dinner specially designed by yourself or your dietitian, and you won't have to face up to family members telling you to try out food. You have grown not toe like over time. The talk will drift to your present condition and how you were a fairing, especially if they have an idea of what you're going through. At that moment, when I was out of breath and tired, I backed away into the coats hanging behind me, sniffling. The coldness seeped into my skin as they arrived. I knew they were there. It was always cold When they came, I moved to bang on the door again, but was jerked back as gnarled hands. Tens of them reached through the coats and tugged me roughly into the dark depths, my screams echoing around me. I struggled to grab onto anything I could, but it was useless. A tasty morsel. He's given us eat her soul killer. Now, before she becomes a problem. I let out a blood curdling scream as pointed teeth pierced my skin and claws raked over me, scratching me, tangling themselves in my hair. Mommy, Mommy! I screamed her name over and over, knowing that my father was lost and that he wouldn't be the one to save me. When she didn't come, I stopped fighting in cryptic words, an empty echoes. She makes her feelings known. Feeling lost beneath the waves and heavy in her bones. She claws her way out of the water breath by drowning, breath flailing, wildly water sputtering. Take me as I am, as if they hear her as if they know the weakness in her soul. And if the waves weren't crashing down and the winds were not so strong, they'd hear the humming of her notes like a sad melodic song. But as it is, they missed the signs, their ears deaf to our struggle. And so she sinks below the surface breath by drowning breath until there's nothing left of her but five tiny, unheard bubbles.