Storytelling

Profile photo for DAVID GEORGE
Talent Online
Acheivement Badges Top Talent
0:00
Audiobooks
805
2

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
darkness eclipsed all of Megara and its people as they waited. This is a damn waste of time, said the beefy man. Is He looked up at the window of the highest tower of the castle. His wife was three feet shorter than him, but almost this plump. She looked at him, her eyes widened and glistening with relentless fear. Don't say such things colour, she scolded him. Good riddance to the wretch, he said, continuing his steady gaze. The surrounding crowd pushed and shoved, awaiting news, some hope for good, but most for bad. The ones who wanted him to die waited eagerly for the word. They looked up to the window, wondering when the hour of his death would arrive. The ones who supported an ex cigars 29th whipped, praying the king would escape from this fate. A man nearby, skinny and fraught with a noble arrogant said to Calif, You're wrong, you know, mind your tongue, or I'll report you to the commander. His beady eyes pierced it. Cat will you now, the large man said, is fuzzy moustache, face reddened. Do you know what he's put us through? We've suffered four deaths in the family he boldly pointed to the castle. He threw my son into the dungeons. It's been 30 years since I last saw him. Not a day goes by that we don't think of him. The scrawny man scrutinised Caliph's wife and then turned his eyes back to Carla. What to sit matter, he Scott, as people shoved harder to hear what news would arrive from outside the castle.