The Voice On The Radio 소설 & 이야기

Suddenly she listen his voice. "This is Ryan's voice He is singing. oh my got this can't be so perfect goodness. I want to see him right now. [Hope forgets everything she run towards the voice she listening. Ryan's voice are giving her goosebumps she was feeling like she had taken drugs and now she is feeling high with his voice surrounding her. She soon reaches the Radio Room.] *** Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise Every inch of your skin is a Holy Grail I've got to find

After a few seconds, he finally said it, “Can you be the co-host of my radio show?” Eleanor’s surprise was well expressed as her eyes went wide and she leaned forward her eyebrows knitted and mouth gaped open, “Your WHAT?” Roth cleared his throat and said silently, “I hosted a radio show with Tristan,” She could see a shadow of the past flashing on his face saying Tristan’s name. It airs on Friday…” Her eyes became the size of saucers as she exclaimed, “Wait - are you talking about The Sex Doctor show?” Roth looked taken aback, “You listen to it?” Eleanor was the last person anyone could’ve expected to listen to that.

language: "I hear you." Answer me! Who are you?" "what is it?" asked an unknown voice in the receiver. "I am the last voice of the planet Juno!" Venteri exclaimed happily as the super-powered computer instantly deciphered the message from the unknown voice in the receiver. - Strange strange noise... Maybe the wrong signal...- said an unknown voice in the receiver. "These are not strange noises! I'm the last voice of the planet Juno! keep repeating the Venter.

The loud speakers of the 404; linked to the Radio weren't chanting an old ballad or ditty, neither was a pop music or jazz booming out of the speakers, no, the solemn, low-pitched voice of a broadcaster were emanating and it said, "... We're sorry to cut off Mike Callingways' 'Trumpeter's Heart' just as it was climbing up to its zenith, but it reached our Station this morning - that there have been whimsical weather changes all over Wabrook and its surrounding countries. One being in HH on Saturday afternoon. Therefore, we will admonish that everyone goes about with at least, a mini flashlight - which goes for about fifteen Earthian Grerode, an umbrella and at least update their loved ones o

Rhea's POV "Turn on the radio." Vera was already reaching for the dial before I finished saying it. The signal was patchy out here in the northern territory but she found a station and the broadcaster's voice came through tight and breathless, the particular tone journalists used when something was happening that their vocabulary was not built to describe.

"Who are these stone age men up there? Haven't you paid attention to the news yesterday?" "I believe there's a sound!" Squeak. Squeak. Squeak… It was the static sound coming from an older style radio. And afterward, a rough, low, and cold voice talked. "Hi, everybody. I'm your host, the passing appointed authority. Welcome to the present execution live transmission."

Then a voice, calm, familiar, the same flat pleasant tone that had come through Thor’s radio hours ago, cut through the dark from somewhere I still couldn’t see. “Well,” it said. “This is an interesting development.”

"My wife found the entry in Silas’s personal notes. It mentioned a reset. It mentioned Old Man River." Santino stopped in front of a massive, prehistoric-looking shortwave radio. He turned a dial, the screech of static filling the cramped space for a second before settling into a low, white-noise hum. He picked up a stained rag and began wiping down a lens on a monitor, his movements slow and deliberate.

I sat in the passenger seat with my bag on my lap and my eyes on the road ahead. I reached forward and turned the radio on. The sound came through immediately, clear and bright and I settled back and waited for music and instead what came through was a voice, smooth and even, the kind that radio show hosts have when they've been doing it long enough to sound like they're talking directly to you.