We do love this great collection. Nicely separated into shot story episodes with a cuppa, a recording of The Place Where Chicago Was Harmen Sci-Fi Collection.


chapter 8 of 19 science fiction short stories by jim harmon this librivox recording is in the public domain confidence game doc had this solemn human by the throat when i caught up with him tonight doc was saying in his old voice that was as crackled and important as parchment tonight man will reach the moon the golden moon and the silver ship symbols of greed tonight is the night when this is to happen sure the man agreed severely prying a little worriedly at doc's arthritic fingers that were clamped on his collar no argument sure up we go but leave me or go so help me i'll fetch you one in the teeth i came alongside and carefully started to level the old man loose one finger at a time it had to be done this way i had learned that during all these weeks and months his hands looked old and crippled but i felt they were the strongest in the world if a half a dozen whiners in seattle hadn't helped me get them loose doc and i would have been wanted for the murder of a north american mountie it was easier this night and that made me afraid doc's thin frame layered with lumpy fat was beginning to muscle dance against my side one of his times was coming on him then at last he was free of the greasy collar of the human i hope you'll forgive him sir i said not meeting the man's eyes he's my father and very old as you can see i laughed inside at this absurd easy lie old events seem reason to him the human nodded adam's apple jerking in the angry neon twilight memory jump you mean all my great grandfathers have it but great grandmothers loopholes funny thing is like a schoolgirl you know i say the poor guy looks sick want any help i told the human no thanks and walk doc toward the flop house three doors down i hoped we would make it i didn't know what would happen if we didn't doc was liable to say anything that might nova sold for all i knew martians approaching the corner were sensing at doc and me they were just cheap taurus slumming down on skid row i hated tourists and especially i hated martian taurus because i especially hated martians they were aliens they weren't men like doc and me then i realized what was about to happen it was foolish and awful and true i was going to have one of mine at the same time doc was having his this was bad it had happened a few times right after i first found him but now it was worse for some undefinable reason we felt we kept getting closer each of these times i tried not to think about it and helped dock through the fly spec flop house doors the tubercular clerk looked up from the gaudy comic section of one of those little tabloids that have the funnies a week in advance 15 cents a bed he said mechanically we'll use one bed i told him i'll give you 20 cents i felt the round hard quarter in my pocket sweaty hand against sticky lining 15 cents a bed he played back at me doc was quivering against me his legs boneless we can always make it over to the mission i lied the clerk turned his upper lip as if he were going to spit all right since we ain't full up in advance i placed the quarter on the desk give me a nickel the clerk's hand fell on the coin and slid it off into the unknown before i could move what with holding up doc you've got your nerve he said at me with a fine mist of dew had a quarter all along and yet you martian me down to 20 cents he saw the look on my face i'll give you a room for the two bits that's better in a bed for twenty i knew i was going to need that nickel desperately i reached across the desk with my free hand and held the scrawny human up against the register hard i'm not as strong in my hands as doc but i managed give me a nickel i said what nickel his eyes were big but they kept looking right at me you don't have any nickel you don't have any quarter not if i say so want i should call a cop...

A fascinating insight into old-time movies from the star herself with Dere Mable by Edward Streeter (3) Love Letters to a Soldier in Training Free Audiobook from WW1.

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Our daily update of comedy is here with a recording of Officer 666 (8) by Barton Wood Currie & Augustin McHugh Free Comedy Audiobook Public Domain.

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Welcome to the Tale Teller Club.
While hunting, the boy Anchises stumbles upon Venus's forest retreat and is so kindly entertained by the goddess that he becomes the proud father of Aeneas, the hero of Vergil's Aeneid. The poem is an epyllion like Marlowe's "Hero and Leander" and Shakespeare's "Venus and Adonis," a short erotic poem with a mythological subject. The style is Spenserian, the stanzas rhyming ababbccc.

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From the Tale Teller Banned Book Series. Adult contents warning.

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A play about hypocrisy and sexual oppression.

The play criticises the sexually-oppressive culture of fin de siècle Germany and offers a vivid dramatisation of the erotic fantasies that it breeds. Due to the nature of its content, the play has often been banned. (Summary by wikipedia and wildemoose) Cast: Narrator: Diana Majlinger Wendla: Arielle Lipshaw Frau Bergman: Elizabeth Klett Melchior: mb Otto/Fliegentod/Gaston: David Lawrence Moritz: Margaret Espaillat George/Martha/Ina: Kristingj Robert/Zungenschlag/Ruprecht: John Fricker Ernest: Max Körlinge Thea/Ilse: Carolin Kaiser Laemmermeier/Knuppeldick/Diethelm/Friend Ziegenmelker/The Masked Man: Nathanial W.C. Higgins Hans/Habebald/Helmuth: Martin Geeson Professor Hungergurt/Uncle Probst: Franswa Professor Knochenbruch: Bellona Times Frau Gabor: Ann Simmons Sonnenstich/Rheinhold: Chuck Williamson Pastor Kaulbauch/Locksmith: Lucy Perry Renter Stiefel/Dr. Prokrustes: Legentis Herr Gabor/Dr. Von Brausepulver: Algy Pug Audio edited by: Arielle Lipshaw

act 1 of the awakening of spring by frank winderkind translated by francis j zagler this is a liberbox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org wendla read by arielle lipshaw frau bergmann read by elizabeth clatt melchior read by mb otto professor flagentod gaston read by david lawrence margaret's read by margaret esparyat george martha ina read by christine g robert ruprecht professor zungenschlag read by john fricker ernest read by max charlene tia read by carolyn neymar meyer professor canopeldic detail friend zegan milker the masked man read by nathaniel w c higgins hans hobby belt helmut read by martin geeson professor hunger gert and uncle probst read by frank espayat professor nachenbrock read by matt perrard frau gabor read by anne simmons sonnen stick reinhold recorded by chuck williamson pastor karl locksmith read by lucy perry dr procrastus renter stifl read by david mayer here gabor dr von brauser pulva read by algae pag act one scene first a dwelling room why have you made my dress so long mother you are 14 years old today had i known you were going to make my dress so long i would rather not have been 14. the dress is not too long vendla what do you want can i help it that my child is two inches taller every spring has a grown-up maiden you cannot go about in short dresses at any rate my short dress becomes me better than this nightgown let me wear it again mother only through this summer this penitential robe will fit me just as well whether i am 15 or 14. let's put it aside until my next birthday now i should only tear the flounces i don't know what to say i want to take special care of you just now child other girls are hearty and plump at your age you are the contrary who knows what you will be when the others have developed who knows possibly i shall not be at all child child how do such thoughts come to you don't dear mother don't be sad kissing her my own darling they come to me at night when i can't sleep i am not made sad by them and i believe that i sleep better after them is it sinful mother to have such thoughts go hang the long dress up in the closet put on your short dress again in god's name i will put another depth of ruffles on it hanging the dress in the closet no i would rather be twenty at once if only you were not too cold the dress was long enough for you in its time but now when summer is coming mother when one is a child one doesn't catch diphtheria in one's knees who would be so cowardly at my age one doesn't freeze least of all in the legs would it be any better for me to be too warm mother give thanks to god if someday your darling doesn't tear out the sleeves and come to you at twilight without her shoes and stockings if i wore my long dress i should dress like an elf and queen under it don't scold mother nobody sees it anymore scene second sunday evening this is too tiresome for me i won't do anything more with it then we others can stop too...

Beautiful poems from a groundbreaking publication that is part of early LGBT literature.

the fourth book of songs under the bow this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org underneath the bow a book of verses by michael field the fourth book of songs the table of the fourth book one a shady silence fills two the iris was yellow the moon was pale three in winter afternoons are short four a valley of oak trees five she was a royal lady born six leyda was weary of her state the crown was heavy on her head 7. ah how beautiful is youth the fourth book of songs

a shady silence fills that deep mid-eventide the rockless land of hills where two slow rivers glide the knots beneath the gloom have failed in song yet something through the comb comes like a sound along though very far as yet though no one is in sight nor could a mortal said such alien echoes moving through the night just not an hour to fear the sun has gone to bed the clouds from dusk are clear and there are overhead but one or two large stars a bat or two yet hark a jingle mars the peaceful mountain view like the far cry of pounds chasing a distant prey the chime of yelping sounds oh will it sink or will it swell this way it comes as the wind with little noise at first exultantly combined hallous and bays outburst upon that solitude where two streams meet then in the scramble route of shoulders ears and feet the bayhounds rush along and drive before their jaws a wincing naked throng at flight from heated breath and thorny claws these are the souls that moan because upon their birth god's water was not thrown are those who left the earth impenitent unblessed now all must fly while summer is at rest and haunted furiously be caught and bitten through by dogs of fairy breed sleek creatures ebb and blue with lusting teeth and for ordained speed they scour the mountainside the upland township then skirt the dark valley wide a cloud of dogs and men behind tall ladies rays each dressed in green each with a smile at face and presence of a queen who breathe from stealing lips clap when a soul is caught and urged with corded whips the stragglers of the pack to fiendish sport their dogs have ceased to whine the whining does not cease one cannot watch the kind that chew their cut in peace for still the length occurs it almost seems phantasmal haunt the furs haunt the two voiceless dreams the sprites themselves have ghosts that it is hard to lay and echoes walk in hosts long after the live echoes pass away

the iris was yellow the moon was pale and the air was stiller than snow there was even light through the veil but a vaporous sheet clung about my feet and i dared no further go i had passed the pond i could see the style the path was plain for more than a mile yet i dared no further go the iris beds shone in my face windwist a noiseless music began to blow a music that moved through the mist that had not begun that would never be done with that music i must go and i found myself in the heart of the tune wheeling round to the whir of the moon with the sheets of mist below in my hands how warm were the little hands strange little hands that i did not know i did not think of the elven bands nor of anything in that whirling ring here a [ __ ] began to crawl the little hands dropped that had clung so tight and i saw again by the pale dawn light the iris heads in a row

a ballad in winter afternoons are short it was a winter afternoon the milking was already done i took my man i took my gun that we might have some sport we stooped behind the tallest break there was a bush of golden furs the furs has scent so rich and full it makes the sense a little dull i hardly felt awake or could it be the war of game that sudden little spring of noise robin was shouting in the wind he must have left me far behind so faint his whistle came i felt the bushes with...

Even these titles make me scared! No way am I listening to this in the dark with a thunderstorm.

More spooks and chills from the Tale teller Horre collection.

the second wife by mary heaton vorse this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by anamika the second wife by mary heaton force more poignant than the facts of life with as much power as the elemental needs of the body the unseen still shapes the lives of vast peoples in some black corners of the earth strange demons still call out for human sacrifice mysterious and powerful are these voiceless companions of men we alone of all ages and peoples have denied them we have cut away our shadows from our spirits and perhaps that is why the spirits of modern men seem unsubstantial as a body would which could cast no dark silhouette behind it around the paths of men the unseen exists always and it may come to anyone and at any moment as it did to beta and to graham the mellow afternoon light shone through the quiet spaces of the room which simple as it was bear almost some would have said had the supreme beauty of proportion it had an air about it a gracious gravity which proclaimed it of the honorable lineage of lovingly built houses it gave the effect of space even of elegance if for no other reason than that its three dimensions were in harmony for the first time its charms failed with beta its beneficial dignity mocked at her affecting her with the same anger that the unthinking beauty of a glorious day does to one in deep trouble this room her room her creature how dare it breathes peace while she suffered with unrest if there had been any reason for it she could have borne it she had stood up with gallantry to all the blows that fate had handed out to her no matter what had happened her inner self had been serene and unshaken and now for no reason with all the surfaces of life fair and smiling before her a horror unspeakable reasonless invaded the secret places of her being sat there saying to herself i will not i will not i will not they can't make me they can't make me they can't make me and with the words once spoken it was as though her spirit cried out against something unknown as though she fought for her own self and for something very dear to her and yet she didn't know what she was fighting the outward symbol of this struggle was so trivial so meaningless that she shivered at herself as though her reason was failing her there was a bowl of yellow jonquils gleaming out of a dark corner of the room reflecting themselves on the dark floor in a splash of color betta had been moved with an impulse to take these flowers and place them between the windows where the light would shine through them on a small round table on which was inlaid a landscape in mother of pearl a table that might have been hideous but had turned out to be only a charming indiscretion of some cabinet maker this whim so harmless in its outer meaning had come over her like an overpowering wave yet it had come not as her own wish it was as though it arose from the passionate desire of some will outside her own to steady herself beta sat down in the rosewood chair and said to herself i will not i will not as though fighting for her own individuality this impulse with its meaningless madness had come as suddenly as shatteringly as some explosion dread shook her through and through a dread that left her tense and expectant why she hadn't felt that way for three years not since she had waited for one of elaine's terrible meaningless heart-rending scenes scenes that graham and she knew were caused by elaine's illness and yet scenes that gave the effect of wantonness as if elaine wanted to make them suffer too since her nerves were diseased since her soul was poisoned and god knows what mysterious fashion she couldn't let them off the two creatures dearest to her but must...

Do not listen alone, bring a friend and keep the lights on!
More creeps and ghouls from the Tale Teller Club.

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