Untold Podcast

A brother and sister wander into Giantland and find themselves in the home of a child-eating giant.

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There was once a giant who lived on the borders of Giantland where it touched on the country of common people.

Everything in Giantland was so big that the common people saw only a mass of awful mountains and clouds; and no living man had ever come from it, as far as anybody knew, to tell what he had seen in it.

Somewhere near these borders, on the other side, by the edge of a great forest, lived a labourer with his wife and a great many children. One day Tricksey-Wee, as they called her, teased her brother Buffy-Bob, till he could not bear it any longer, and gave her a box on the ear. Tricksey-Wee cried; and Buffy-Bob was so sorry and so ashamed of himself that he cried too, and ran off into the wood. He was so long gone that Tricksey-Wee began to be frightened, for she was very fond of her brother; He was so long gone that Tricksey-Wee began to be frightened, for she was very fond of her brother; and she was so distressed that she had first teased him and then cried, that at last she ran into the wood to look for him, though there was more chance of losing herself than of finding him.

A group of street animals traverse the dangers of Hanoi to find a place where they can be served.

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“I don’t care if you are bigger than me. These are my noodles.” Parker the chicken stood in protection over the spilled bowl someone had left behind in Hong Ba alley.

The cat – Casey – padded back and forth, bearing just the tips of her teeth. “Fine. Eat them. I’ll wait until you’re done… and then I’ll eat you.”
 
“You are a beast!”

The cat laughed, “Perhaps. But a beast with a delicious chicken and noodle breakfast.”

Cadet Davos has one last test to pass - a flight through space on a dragon!

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I zipped up my jumpsuit, adjusted the slim oxygen pack attached my shoulders, and took a deep breath.  My stomach churned as I stared at my reflection in the polished metal wall. The red suit looked like a big warning beacon.

"Cadet Davos." Lieutenant Evrek strode into the locker room. "Are you ready for your flight or not?"
I snapped a quick salute. "Ready as I'll ever be, sir."

The Lieutenant held the locker room door open for me. I scrambled past him and into the hangar. The huge gun-metal gray space echoed with a cacophony of dock workers' shouts, the beeps of loading cranes and segues, and the loud flutter of wings. Crates obscured much of my view of the ground.

Dragons were everywhere

Jeff Ben Wa-lid can't stop fighting with his dad, so his mom sends him to his hippie relative - Uncle Jesus.

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Maybe you've heard of my Uncle Jesus. A lot of people say crazy things about him. One lady asked me if he shot fire out of his eyes and I was all, "Whut? That's whacked, lady!" And then I got into trouble for being disrespectful. I gotta watch it. In Israel 28 AD, you piss off the grown-ups too much and they'll get that whole rock throwing thing going at you, and my dad would be glad to help. 

I'm Jesus's nephew. The name is Jeff, Jeff Ben Wa-lid of the Jerusalem Ben-Wa-lids. My dad is Avram.  My grandfather, Wa-lid, opened a big chain of market places called Wa-lid Marts. Yeah, with that kind of bread, you guessed it, dad became a Pharisee and member of the Sanhedrin. I dunno, I try to listen, I try to be a good son, but when I talk to him about anything, it's like he's speaking a different language. Like yesterday, we were sitting on the roof, having breakfast and he turned to me and said, "Greyt oyf dayn shtudium?"  (So how's school?)

I mean, seriously…What's he saying?

I relate to my mom a lot easier. But she still gets after me.

"Jeff, it is not good that you quarrel with your father so much. By all that is holy, I say you will be the death of each other."

A young performer comes up with a plan to change the negative perception of clowns.

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“It is the worse time to be a clown.” I said to Doodle.

The aged clown sighed and leaned back as far as he could on the three-legged stool. He only wore the faintest amount of greasepaint: Blue diamonds around his eyes and a thin black and red smile touching each cheek. “Listen Knicknack, clowns have been around since ancient Greece. We’ve survived empires and wars. We can survive a few scary movies.”

“A few scary movies?” I said. “It’s more than that! Ringling Brothers closed last year! The clown association has lost half of it’s membership in five years. Half! And even McDonalds ended their Ronald program. There’s nowhere else for us to go except these run-down mom-and-pop circuses, Doodle!”

A small but deadly snake becomes the protector of a human king.

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I burst out of my egg, shattering the shell, and slither into the big, cold world. Warm hands are there to meet me. Human hands. They lift me up and let me share their heat. I am happy there.
The hands belong to an old man with tough, wrinkly skin. I soon learn that his name is Rashad. His arms and legs fascinate me, for I have nothing but a head, a body, and a tail. I am a snake, and I would not want to be anything else.

Rashad carries me with him wherever he journeys, from his bed on the floor to the roads where other humans ride unicorns or walk. He always keeps me warm, for I hate the cold, be-cause it makes me sluggish.

A conservationist returns to her compound just after poachers have slaughtered everyone.

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Elena slapped a tree trunk for balance as she skidded past and flung herself down the faded trail to the lower stream. Her breath sobbed in her throat and hot tears threatened her vision.

They were close behind, but near the jackfruit tree she forced herself to a walk. She took small steps, rolling heel to toe, and counted the meter of “Rock-a-bye, Baby” as she stepped. She hesitated as she neared the rotting log and then veered to the right. Even in her haste—especially in her haste—Queenie was a safer bet than Elvis.
She glanced at the nearby mound and saw a telltale strip of olive-brown among the decomposing leaves. Nothing more. Her familiar tempo had bought her passage.

She veered left again, safely past the leaves and log, and reached the jackfruit tree. Its foliage was thin but with luck, she might go unnoticed among its enormous fruit. She hooked a leg over the lowest limb and wriggled as high as she trusted it.

She touched her phone, secure in its belt clip. It had no signal here, but she had to keep it close, for Dr. Morrison and Dr. Laghari.

She had been away when the poachers came.

A Rescue Operations robot must put its existence on the line to save a crew shipwrecked in space.

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The six-brace cargo vessel had been family’s livelihood. One wrong maneuver too near a planet’s gravity well, and it was fast becoming their graveyard.

SN127-AK3 hurtled across the empty kilometers of space between his home aboard a Rescue Operations starship and the six-brace, solar winds and the planet’s pull accelerating it faster than a human’s body could stand. He was a three-meter-long Rescue Ops Survival Servitor, a robot designed to contort itself into the tightest spaces of the most twisted wreckage. His body was 10 centimeters across, with a micro-armor surface covering self-repair systems, dozens of servos that let him twist into all manner of shapes, and delicate sensor arrays, as well as five storage compartments. Like standard ROSS units, he’d earned the sobriquet “space snake” from his biological directors, who like to replace the designation “Servitor” with “Serpent.”

Tucker and his friend go looking for a dangerous gang that might be able to help his grandma keep her house.

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“How much longer we gotta walk?”

“Just at the end of this alley.” Tucker tripped over a stray tin can but fought to find his balance before Benny saw.

“I still don’t see why we’re goin’ to see these guys.” Benny twisted his mouth like he smelled something rotten—which they both did, considering how much garbage they’d stumbled past.

Tucker resisted rolling his eyes. Benny was a full year younger than him, only ten. He sometimes still acted a whole lot like a baby.

“I told you, I gotta go. I don’t gotta choice.”

“Yeah, but The Snakes? Those guys are bad news, Tuck.

A police snake in a mechanized suit of armor faces a peculiar reaction from a hostage during a standoff.

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“Let the lady go, Thomas,” I say, my forearm cannon armed and pointed at the man in front of me. “My backup’s already on the way. You’ve got nowhere to run.”

Tom Crougar’s forehead, shoulders, and upper back are covered in jagged, bony protrusions, and a long bone blade extends from his right forearm to press against the neck of his unfortunate hostage.

“Not a chance, freak,” he sneers at me. “You let me walk, or I open her jugular.”

“You’re only wanted for robbery and grand theft auto, Tom,” I say directly. “Adding murder to the list will only make things worse for you.”

“I’ll die before I go back to the pen,” he insists. “You can’t make…”

“Um...excuse me?” the middle-aged woman in Tom’ grasp interrupts, looking at me. “I’m sorry, but...what are you?”