Kindle That Reads Aloud Novels & Stories

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!

With one glance around, she slips into the recliner and downloads the next book in the series. The large mahogany grandfather clock in the hall chimes its tune. It's only chimed three times since she started reading. The tune echoes up through the house and reverberates through her ears. Staring at the words The End on the Kindle in her lap, she blinks in disbelief. She has finished the remaining three books in the series, in record time according to the percentage statistics on the Kindle. Her eyes flew across the pages at record speed and yet, she can still recall every line with insane precision, every plot twist connects. It seems that all her cognitive processing is moving at an incredi

In her hands she held her other gifts: a Kindle packed with clean romance novels and a copy of a ticket to New York City, so she could meet his family. Alecia turned on the Kindle, tapped on a book that she had wanted to read for many months, but she rested it in her lap. Three days they had, and then two weeks before school started again. Soon, his lips would caress hers, his hands would run through her hair. Soon he would be all hers again.

My fingers rested on the keyboard but nothing moved. Writing always felt like pushing through mud. I reached into my bag and grabbed my phone. I had to use my tricks, they weren't perfect but they worked. I took a picture of the folder and used an app to turn the image into text. Then I put my earbuds in. A flat, robotic voice started reading the words to me. It was slow and boring, but it helped my brain see the sentences without them scrambling.

i groan when he doesn't answer and try to catch up with him "and why aren't you answering me!? " He keeps going, not saying a word but occasionally looking back to make sure I'm not faltering away. "Urgh! Fuck it! " i curse when my shoe gets stuck under a sharp branch with thick vines. Pulling them away from my feet, i send Kyle a death glare. He simply smiles at me and asks "do you hear that ?" . I don't at first but then i listen closely and i pick up the sound. The sound of heavy water purring and realization finally hit me.

And they considered Kai enormously important. Kasey had appointed himself the reader. He arrived every afternoon with a book selected according to criteria he had not fully explained and read aloud in his measured voice while Kai lay against his pillows and listened with the concentrated attention he gave to things that interested him. The books were more advanced than anything most three-year-olds would follow. But Kai followed all of them.

“Are you ready?” “On my way,” I shout back, giving Kitten a stroke on the head and grabbing my bum bag and slinging it around my chest. I’ve got an audiobook playing and want to hear the end, I’m so close and it’s a psychological thriller and I just know there will be an end plot twist. “Hey Mom, how was your morning?”