Finishing up February…


Bright Horizons – Part 3, by Maevyn Davis-Rackerby

Read by Xe Sands

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Xe writes…

…recorded with permission of the author

[Bright Horizons Playlist – parts added as released]

Continuing our 10-week journey…a dark one, as we join our unreliable narrator, Jax as they try to make sense of what’s happening to them, both inside and out, just what kind of place they’ve found themselves in, and what the hell is wrong with Bright Horizons.

Written by Maevyn Davis-Rackerby during junior high for the NaNoWriMo Young Writers Program in 2011, it’s my privilege to be allowed to try and do it justice.

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hallway of dreams. nightmares




Seven Barrows Down, by Peter Davey

Read by Peter Davey

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Peter writes…
A memory of a visit to Seven Barrows Down in 1961 when I was eleven years old.





Last Moment in Heaven, by Wayne Gatfield

Read by Wayne Gatfield

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Wayne writes…
A poem of mine with music (not mine)





Her Abandon Soul, by ProjectLono & Silenced Voices

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Tom Jones, Book XII, Chapter 8, by Henry Fielding

Read by Mark Turetsky

Mark writes…

Book 12 Chapter 8 of Tom Jones.

This is part of an ongoing project in which I will record and post one chapter per week of Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones over the course of four years.

In this chapter, Tom finds himself pursuing leads on Sophia yet again, when he saves one of the puppeteers from his boss. He makes his way to another inn and discovers a boy who helped Sophia while she was there and discretely questions him. At the same time, though, Partridge quite publicly questions another boy in the common room who had served Mrs. Fitzpatrick, undermining the secrecy of Tom’s mission.

We once again touch on the book’s theme of the importance of appearances. While Tom is discrete with Sophia’s name, Partridge is quite open about it, but all Sophia might learn is that Tom showed up and everyone suddenly knew who she was, and would, one would assume, not appreciate it.

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