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For the last few rounds, the Witch Machine had been making a slight groan. But now that groan turned into a whine and an ominous rattle. We all recoiled as the whine rose to a moan and then a keening howl. Sometimes mechanical-sounding, sometimes almost human. --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warning…
 
For the last few rounds, the Witch Machine had been making a slight groan. But now that groan turned into a whine and an ominous rattle. We all recoiled as the whine rose to a moan and then a keening howl. Sometimes mechanical-sounding, sometimes almost human. --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warning…
 
Three stories. Three worlds. One truth. Featuring "NAM-LU-GAL, which means KINGSHIP," "The Crack in Everything," and "Manna From Heaven." --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices…
 
“Mr Carter,” he began, tossing down a manila file folder. “Do you know who I am and why I’m here?” “You’re the Shrink.” Carter didn’t make eye-contact. “You’re here because the Judge wants to know if I’m crazy.” At least he was lucid, the Shrink thought. It made for a pleasant change of pace. --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature…
 
“Mr Carter,” he began, tossing down a manila file folder. “Do you know who I am and why I’m here?” “You’re the Shrink.” Carter didn’t make eye-contact. “You’re here because the Judge wants to know if I’m crazy.” At least he was lucid, the Shrink thought. It made for a pleasant change of pace. --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature…
 
I turned off the light on my phone and sat there, down in that space. In the utter blackness, in the cool, hidden from the pressures of the world. There were no draining bank accounts down there, no stalled careers, no worlds spinning out into madness and loss. There was nothing. And that was a relief. Down there it was safe, contained, cool... emp…
 
I turned off the light on my phone and sat there, down in that space. In the utter blackness, in the cool, hidden from the pressures of the world. There were no draining bank accounts down there, no stalled careers, no worlds spinning out into madness and loss. There was nothing. And that was a relief. Down there it was safe, contained, cool... emp…
 
“Sleipnir,” I said. It was the name of the Ghost Ship we were out there trying to find. “Sleipnir. I’m not sure I like it.” “Your instincts serve you well,” said our own Ship, it's voice like lightning sizzling over distant hills. “It is an evil name." --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be…
 
“Sleipnir,” I said. It was the name of the Ghost Ship we were out there trying to find. “Sleipnir. I’m not sure I like it.” “Your instincts serve you well,” said our own Ship, it's voice like lightning sizzling over distant hills. “It is an evil name." --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be…
 
Rip, peel, puncture... Wrench, boil, burn... When Fado worked, the troubling dreams - if they were dreams - seemed to vanish. So Fado, the greatest torturer in the Holy Searchers, worked as much as he could. --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w Learn more…
 
Rip, peel, puncture... Wrench, boil, burn... When Fado worked, the troubling dreams - if they were dreams - seemed to vanish. So Fado, the greatest torturer in the Holy Searchers, worked as much as he could. --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w Learn more…
 
‘Welcome to Dastra, Let’s get you organized.’I hit ‘next’.‘Allow Dastra to access your other devices?’I chewed my lip. I didn’t like the idea, but what was the use? Data privacy was dead anyway. I hit ‘allow’ on the following stream of notifications.‘Great! You’re all set up. Now let’s get you productive.’On the word ‘productive’, my phone made a l…
 
‘Welcome to Dastra, Let’s get you organized.’I hit ‘next’.‘Allow Dastra to access your other devices?’I chewed my lip. I didn’t like the idea, but what was the use? Data privacy was dead anyway. I hit ‘allow’ on the following stream of notifications.‘Great! You’re all set up. Now let’s get you productive.’On the word ‘productive’, my phone made a l…
 
"Like a Goddess of the sea, she raised her pearled hand, and with her gesture came a rising wave that darkened as it grew until it hit the shore and burst; and from the wave the Lathe-Worm howled forth." The final chapter of this short series. --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at…
 
"Like a Goddess of the sea, she raised her pearled hand, and with her gesture came a rising wave that darkened as it grew until it hit the shore and burst; and from the wave the Lathe-Worm howled forth." The final chapter of this short series. --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at…
 
The fog grew thick, and soon his only guide through the white void was the sound of running water up ahead. And now his foot rang not against soft loam, but hard, polished stone. As he knelt, he felt the cool touch of marble. “Welcome.” The voice spoke from the belly of the mists ahead, from close to that sound of running water. It was not human. I…
 
The fog grew thick, and soon his only guide through the white void was the sound of running water up ahead. And now his foot rang not against soft loam, but hard, polished stone. As he knelt, he felt the cool touch of marble. “Welcome.” The voice spoke from the belly of the mists ahead, from close to that sound of running water. It was not human. I…
 
In a place like this the fog might thicken in a minute, and then could last for days or months, or never end at all. How many others had set off with a light heart, into the mist and shadow of the Dimness Fens, never again to return? How many sets of bones were black’ning in the bogs; how many sleeping bodies were preserved beneath the still and pi…
 
In a place like this the fog might thicken in a minute, and then could last for days or months, or never end at all. How many others had set off with a light heart, into the mist and shadow of the Dimness Fens, never again to return? How many sets of bones were black’ning in the bogs; how many sleeping bodies were preserved beneath the still and pi…
 
“I’d like to wake up please," she said. "How do I wake up? I don’t like how this feels.” “It’s normal to feel a little bit off at first," he tried to assure her. "It took me a couple days to get the hang of it.” “I want to wake up: please, help me.” “I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t let you wake up right now.” The Wrong Station contains explicit conte…
 
“I’d like to wake up please," she said. "How do I wake up? I don’t like how this feels.” “It’s normal to feel a little bit off at first," he tried to assure her. "It took me a couple days to get the hang of it.” “I want to wake up: please, help me.” “I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t let you wake up right now.” The Wrong Station contains explicit conte…
 
Just listen to those bells. They ring for peace. They ring for glad tidings. They ring for pushing the pain down, deep down, and for leftover sausage meat. 'Tis a beautiful time of year. --The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com/c-w Learn more about your ad choice…
 
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