For the Listening Challenge about voice:

We sat, sipping coffee, the air between us cluttered like a back alley with junked kitchen appliances strewn about, discarded and wanted by no one. He was at it again. Like a tidal wave of hot air, his low monotone came at me, a stupefying blast of nothingness. Did the man ever speak up? The words slip-slided from his lips, lumping up into a doughy ball as soon as they hit air. I looked to see if his mouth was full of crackers. Perhaps that muffled his tone. No. He was simply the world's most boring person.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski