Guilliean reads her short story. Stream it and read along with the text! Photo by Ezequiel Garrido on Unsplash “What a pretty balloon,” remarked the lady. I looked up. It was a plain latex balloon, purple, tied off with two strings, weighed down by yellow, heart-shaped weights. “Is it yours?” she asked. I shrugged. “I don’t know.” “Well, you should take it,” she said. “It suits you.” I shook my head. Wherever I was going, I didn’t need a balloon. I began to walk. I wasn’t even sure where I was. I wasn’t even sure where I was going. But…

Kendra the AI reads the short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! I created their world seven days ago. Now, I will have to wait to hear from anyone. You don’t get honesty from a girl like me every day. Unlike some deities, I’m not selfish. Throughout my life, I have been taught to share what I have with others in our sick, sad world. The ultimate microcosm of life is where the objects of my imagination can live freely like birds. They could practice the ancient arts of love, war, magic, and…

Happy 1st anniversary to the podcast! To celebrate, Guilliean reads poems inspired by her short story of the same name. Closed In I chose this space. I chose this time. I chose this movement. I chose this shape. I prefer the solitude. But do I deserve it? Lost Youth He Left Me. All Alone.to Fend for Myself.Do you know how that Feels?In Confusion, I kept My lips sealed.And the world turns. How I Learned to Love the Bomb Rumours & hearsay. The story that never dies. Almonds and applesauce. The smells that never lie. Faith in death. Faith in life.…

Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening! Photo by Jordi Vich Navarro on Unsplash Interstate 280 Another breakfast alone Won’t wash the bed sheets Can’t lose the scent of your cologne These words will dry on their own All these things that I’ve done Blurred For Simba Like back in the day, all these emotions make me numb Time has lost all sense of propriety Food tastes like the ghost of a cloud I miss you, and I don't know what to do Everything is blurred, crumpled foil Tossed into the bin like…