Untold Podcast

As he searches for his mother, a young boy encounters one of the living islands.

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The ground shook with the voice of the Living Island. Tam stood riveted into place, his world narrowed into one terrifying vision.

"I am sorry, that was too loud, I will whisper," the Living Island breathed, its version of a whisper like a gale in an autumn forest. "I said: you lost your balloon."

Tam reached to his trike's handlebar, then stopped, as slow as the Island appeared to be, he could never outrun it. Tears ran down his face, "I didn't lose it, I let it go."

"You did?" The Island was close now, so immensely close.

"My mum...," Tam stammered, "My mum is lost. I came to find her, and I sent up the balloon. I thought she might see it."

As the world descends into unknown horrors, a doctor finds himself battling the patients he is trying to save.

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Fear is beautiful, because it drives me into Your arms.

There's a lot to fear in a world of poisoned flesh, where time and space suddenly mean nothing. It was weeks ago, or seconds ago, that I sat, bored out of my mind in 7 AM morning rounds, giving and taking patient reports in the old Episcopal Hospital, praying to You half in jest just to make the attending's lecture end.

Oh, it ended, alright.

Now I stand in a narrow 17th century German alleyway under a blood moon. There is no 7 AM, and no end, or beginning. There is a man with wolf heads instead of hands and feet. They turn on him, eating him alive.

His screams are drowned out by the screeching naked woman to my left. She's at once translucent, and then solid, sometimes in a Civil War Bonnet and sometimes in a 1920s bob, but always screeching and reaching, like a Japanese “Hungry Ghost.”

Then there's the baby behind me, melting and oozing across the cobblestone towards my ankles.

In a strange but familiar world, Jeshua Sheepskin travels the fields and desolate places as all the animals await the great shepherd.

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In the beginning, The Great Dove came and I followed it to a beach named Solace which was beside Crest Lake, not far from the twin valleys of Quagmire and Residence. When I came here, the words to the ancient song of Esaias came true. Long ago, he sang...

"VALLEY OF QUAGMIRE! VALLEY OF RESIDENCE!
IN THE WOLF LANDS ALONG CREST LAKE.
THE SHEEP AND THE OTHERS WHO GRAZE THERE IN SILENCE,
WILL SOON HEAR A SONG OH SO GREAT!"

And so, from the day I arrived in Solace, I began to sing...

The Warrior had one simple mission: Slaughter every enemy that still breathed.

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The warrior twirled his blade, drilling a narrow cone into the loose dirt. He clenched his jaw
every few seconds, watching the razor-sharp steel reflect the dim sunlight filtering through the
trees that towered above the camp. The scent of smoke and roasting game drifted east, following
the gentle breeze that provided little relief from the stifling humidity smothering the forest.
A fly circled around the warrior’s head, and he swung at it with a snarl. The fly buzzed away
just out of reach, then continued swooping in lazy arcs. The warrior lowered his eyes again,
hypnotized by the spinning blade. Clumps of stringy, sweat-soaked hair hung down in front of
his face.

This was by far the most exhausting campaign he and his brethren had ever been on. As the
sunlight flashed across his face, his thoughts drifted to the brothers he had lost in this war. It
seemed that more of them had fallen than remained alive. The battles were becoming longer, the
enemy more vicious.

Was this war even winnable? He felt guilty for even thinking it, but he knew it was on the
minds of the others as well. And he also knew it wasn’t his place to question. He was a warrior,
and he had one simple mission.

Slaughter every enemy that still breathed.

Every evening a man wakes up on the forest floor choking to death over a tie someone wrapped around his neck. His only chance to learn what is happening lies with the mysterious woman, Fadra.

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What awakened me was the same thing that always ended sleep: the intense, real sensation that I was choking to death. Gasping, I plunged forward from where I lay, stuck two thumbs underneath the thing strangling me and ripped it from my throat.

For several moments I sat chest heaving air back into my lungs. In a few minutes, I lifted the object which almost killed me... again. It was a tie. The sort of thing any guy might wear. But, I gazed around; the other accouterments were there... again. A pair of leather shoes, a briefcase and a suit bag with a note attached. That was different. I reached over, grabbed the bag, dragging it to me. Already the shock was setting in and even though I had moonlight enough to read by, my mind could barely read the words. After several tries, the message made sense: ‘Pick up dry-cleaning.’

A pack of werewolves plot to take down Santa in Kingsley, Michigan.

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Kingsley, Michigan 2015
          
“I don’t know! I don’t know!” The elf screamed.

He tried to kick, but his feet were tied to an old wood table. He tried to punch, but his arms were restrained by a man.
No, not a man, a half man, half wolf with deep gray fur. A creature with only a hint of humanity illuminated by dim candlelight.

“It is December 23rd.” A second, red-furred creature growled. “You are his scout!”
          
“Just to assess the threat of your kind in the region. I don’t know his schedule. I’m not even supposed to check in until after Christmas!” The elf tried to hold back a whimper.

As an advanced scout for the timeless saint, he had received interrogation training. But the stakes in training only involved a letter grade.

Sammy and Geoff are the perfect couple in the perfect small town, but can the words of two strangers destroy everything they've ever known?

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The late morning rays of sun bounced off her chestnut curls, transforming them into golden thread so fine and bright as to turn the eye of the choosiest jeweler. Then, the breeze displaced her hair, interrupting the optical illusion.

Sammy stepped off the sidewalk and into the grassy field that still smelled like last night’s rainstorm. She cut across the field to the pagoda, where Geoff had told her to meet him. It was a little earlier than they’d agreed, but she wanted some time to think before she talked to him.

She was suspicious.

Having survived the annihilation of the first universe, she seeks to live out her eternity in peace as mother goddess to mankind; but someone else has also survived, and he controls her dreams.

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Ouranos, did you know?

Where are you?

There was no war. How can there be a war if the battlefield is no more? If the whole universe is no more?

I never had a chance to join the Liberator. It’s why you distracted me, isn’t it? If I’d allowed him to reshape me from plenum to discreteness, if I had acquired what he called a ‘body’, made of particles, positive and negative, pinned on the plenum, held together by the stress and strain of its face, I would be no more. I felt it happen to the rest.

Who could have guessed that move by the Enemy? That he would do such a thing frightens me. Still...  glorious extravagance: to destroy an entire universe, to obliterate the work of eons of eons of eons, just to keep it from falling into the Liberator’s hands.