Stories from the Hearth – Listen Here!

Deep in the jungle interior of the Southern Islands, a species of sentient beings live out their lives at peace and in harmony with the forest, and with the mountain at its heart. The Cónglín yōulíng, however, are not the only sentient species on their world, and as Onyongo is about to find out, there are others out there with less than honest intentions…CW: misgendering, violenceThe aim of Stories from the Hearth is to rekindle its listeners' love for the ancient art of storytelling (and story-listening), and to bring some small escapism to the frantic energies of the modern world.Episode #10 out Sunday 27th June 2021 (27.06.21)Support the podcast and get early access, bonus content, exclusive extra episodes, an in-episode shout-out, and the chance to become part of a wider community, by visiting our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/storiesfromthehearthpodcastInstagram: @storiesfromthehearthpodcastTwitter: @Hearth_PodcastYouTube: Stories from the HearthEmail: storiesfromthehearthpodcast@gmail.comOriginal Artwork by Anna FerraraAnna's Instagram: @giallosardinaAnna's Portfolio: https://annaferrara.carbonmade.com/Thank you for listening. Please consider following, subscribing to, and sharing this episode, and please do tell your friends all about Stories from the Hearth.'Surreal Forest' is the work of Meydän and is courtesy of Free Music Archive, licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0) license. To read more about the license, click here.
  1. 9 – Spirit
  2. Bonus – Why Do We Tell Stories? (Part Three)
  3. 8 – The Pale Blue Dot (Part Two)
  4. 7 – The Pale Blue Dot (Part One)
  5. Bonus – Why Do We Tell Stories? (Part Two)

Welcome to Stories from the Hearth, a short-story podcast to help you escape the chaotic energies of the everyday; a podcast in which every episode you will encounter a brand new, original story – be it romantic, historical, or science fiction, fantasy, or speculative horror; where you will encounter stories packed full of adventure, misfortune, peril and triumph, loveable villains, roguish heroes, and all those in-between.

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Anomaly (The Script)

Watch my short scifi film, here!

ANOMALY

CAST

Pan – ship engineer on a solo cross-galaxy routine maintenance check (boring stuff); androgynous, non-binary, dressed casually (imagine spark or bricky or plumber, but in space)

Dual – ship’s computer, advanced AI, Pan’s companion

Distress Caller – unknown person in distress

SETTING

Cockpit of a small shuttlecraft. It is cramped and dark, with a single, small window facing out, from which comes a little light. The semi-circular desk for piloting the craft is a mish-mash of knobs and buttons, switchboard and computer parts. Pan is alone in their swivel chair at the flight desk, backlit by a couple weak cabin lights.

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Before the Cataclysm

‘I miss music the most. Real music. Synth. Bass. Heavy bass. Trance. Keys. Sub whoofers. Ecstasy. I miss ecstasy. Goose-bumps during work that day. Half a pill to get you ready. Meticulously crafted bombs, timed to bring you up as your heel hits the dancefloor and the track melts, entering your consciousness by osmosis. Baggies to dab from, keep you level, keep you on an even keel, keep you purgatoried between twilights. Glacial water on tap to swill powdered bitterness from your mouth, to run against the back of your neck and raise the hairs on your arms. Nothing but you and the DJ who, for all you care, is the messiah.

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Black Star

‘Do you think we’ll get another referendum, then?’

Something disrupts the song I’m listening to, a sixth sense, a feeling there are eyes on me. I turn around. Un-suction waxy earphones. He repeats his question.

‘Do you think we’ll get another referendum?’

He’s spilling out the bench and his crumpled white shirt. Comic banker rotundness stacked in folds beneath an old suit, topped with bowler hat.

‘I don’t know,’ I muse, ‘probably not any time soon.’ I’ve used this line before, it feels aged, but not like wine, not like whisky.

‘I reckon they’ll block it at every turn.’

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