Stories in Bold : Fiction Podcast
Stories in Bold is an original fiction podcast with ideas that span style, subject, and genre. Where every story stands alone, and stands out from the crowd. Other fiction shows have a team of writers and producers. Not here. This is a show with a singular voice, and a singular focus on sharing stories that leave you thinking. Not every story can be bold. But here, we guarantee that at the very least every story will be written “in bold”. Enjoy.
(Includes post-script thoughts from the author on craft and process, skip if you must)
Written and read by Luke McGinty
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Life is a Rubber Band Ball
A moment is nothing. Just a piece of life that bends and slips away. A moment is red. It’s a loop, with no start and no end. It’s small, but you can stretch it. Roll it between your fingers. It might break if you pull too hard. Or fly away like a slingshot if you let go. A moment is almost nothing.
Accy & Finc
A financial algorithm becomes self-aware and searches for meaning beyond programmed purpose
On the Hunt
Diaz Moldar was ready to make the kill. Although at the moment he wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about it. He didn’t have any apprehensions about violence. He’d been doing this for far too long to be worried about anything like that. But as he sat there waiting to commit murder for hire, he felt a distinct sense of boredom.
The Lonely Entertainer
The chemical bath was his favorite time of day. Because in spite of all the discomfort and inconvenience, the few minutes in that big plastic tub were the only time he had any real company. More importantly, it was the only time he had an audience.
The Land Between Walls
There was a great tree at the center of it all. And at the edges, three walls, one to each side. Left, Right, and South. Together they cut the shape of birds flying in formation. This place - his country - all of it taken together, was everything he knew.
The Most Wonderful Time
He knocked, and when no one responded he went in. But where he expected to step onto white bathroom tile, instead there was only darkness, a strange and absolute nothing. Tom shouted as the door swung shut behind him and he fell headfirst into the black.
The Whole Story
In Chicago there’s a place by Lake Michigan where you can get dinner with a god. It’s small, a fancy setup with a view of the water and only room for two. A seat there costs more than a car, but if you pay the price you can ask the god anything you like. And she knows everything there is to know.