Read Text Aloud Novels & Stories

he keeps shaking his head in disbelief even though there is nothing to be surprised about that. I can't suppress the eye roll for the, what? Fifteenth time tonight? I don't say anything else i just take a huge bite out of my peanut butter sandwich, closing my eyes for a brief moment while savoring the taste. The events of today playing over in my head. After my awkward meeting with Finn's mum today, i received a text from an unknown number asking if I'm ready for extra special tutoring lessons with a winky emoji. It didn't take two and two to figure out that it was Finn.

I stare at my computer screen as the thin line blinks for me to start typing. My heart is beating a mile a minute and my head is on a rampage. I shut my eyes tight and take a deep breath to keep myself from going crazy. In and out. And then it starts, just as I remember it. The words slip through my fingers like a song I know all too well. One word after the other, never ending. It's been so long that the feeling is so alien. I missed this.

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he replied, making me laugh. I spent a couple of hours trying different apps until I found one that offered the customization options I was looking for. It was meant for people with speech problems and allowed me to add the more frequently used words in bars around the main screen, to save time. When a sentence was complete, tapping the speaker icon made a TTS voice read it aloud. The best feat was that it would generate a bar with the most used nouns by the user, to keep them at hand.

Of course. "I, uh..." I clear my throat. "I should tell you, I'm not very good at this." Sofia giggles. "It's easy! You just read the words and do the voices." "The voices?" "Yeah! Like this—" She takes the book back and opens to a random page, reading in an exaggerated growl, "'I am the big scary wolf!'" Then she switches to a tiny, squeaky voice, "'Oh no, please don't eat me, Mr. Wolf!'"

As gently as possible, I ask, “Are you dyslexic?” “I’m not diagnosed.” I feel his hesitation. “But maybe? It’s okay, either way. There are more tools I can show you that can help. I can help.” I prompt him for a response with raised brows and an encouraging smile. Rob looks down at my hand where it rests on his arm. “I think probably,” he admits. Letting a few seconds tick by, he gathers his courage. “What else can you show me?” Smiling brightly at the opportunity to help him and more so, at the trust he’s given me, I click through a few more settings on his digital text, showing him how to use the text to speech function to have the program read the text to him.

"That's basically what started this whole mess, remember. The text you weren't supposed to see." "I remember." Something soft crossed his face. "I read it probably fifty times before I ever showed up at your door. I told myself I was just trying to understand what happened, but really I think I just wanted an excuse to read it again." "That's embarrassing for both of us." "Extremely." He smiled, and this time it reached all the way to his eyes, and for a moment the six months between us felt thinner than it had in ages, felt almost bridgeable, felt like something we might actually find our way back across if we were both brave enough to keep walking toward each other instead of away.

"Veya AI, book me a table for a business dinner tomorrow." In my last life, our intern, Vincent Tate, tried using AI to book a client dinner. I told him Veya AI couldn't make reservations. Yet he waited until after work to do it himself. Too late. Every table was gone. Vincent immediately started crying to the whole office. "If Mr. Alford hadn't stopped me from using AI, I would've gotten a table! Now we blew the deal!" My fiancée, Peyton Welch, and the rest of my coworkers piled on. "Why can't AI make reservations? Vincent's right. You're paying for every dollar we lose!" Peyton shoved me during the fight. Then I fell off the building. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Ri

"All you need to do is swipe up. That unlocks it." "You can open the 'Notes' app here," I continued, tapping the icon. "You just type whatever you want, and press this little speaker icon... right here." I pointed carefully. "It will read your message aloud. If you don't want to use the voice option, you can also just type your message and show it to someone. That works just as well." I look at her as she intently focused on the tab. Her lashes were thick and pale, casting soft shadows over her hollow cheeks. She was really listening.

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.