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Happy belated second birthday to the podcast! It’s been a wild ride. A mini-sode to hold you over in anticipation of season 3. And a freshened-up logo to celebrate this new era. I hope you enjoy it! Well, well, well. We meet again. You may be wondering about the unnaturally…

Guilliean reads her creative non-fiction piece of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! The first time I had a transformative bowl of killer ramen was the day after my first date with my boyfriend. Being American, all I knew was Maruchan. However, my genetic disposition…

The joy of pushing myself to learn how to edit sound bites as part of this one-woman show has me playing around with A.I. again. I wrote this “script” as a one-off extra credit creative writing piece for my Intro to Economics class for undergrad. I polished it up and…

Guilliean reads her short story of the same name, based on the true story of her overhearing a neighbor complaining to their HOA about the existence of such a domicile in their family-friendly neighborhood. Stream it and read along with the text! The fried chicken clucked in Mr. Jackson’s stomach…

I decided to test out an A.I. named Salli to read my story this week. Listen and let me know what you think. Stream it and read along with the text! It was the same room as yesterday. The day before that, the day before that. One single-paned window provided…

Guilliean reads her original monologue of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! Okay, so you think you know my story right? You think you know, but you have no idea. You see the stuff I post on social media that makes it look like I…

Guilliean reads her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! Miriam woke up with a start. The bedsprings squeaked as she yawned. The haze of sleep guided her eyes to Agnes. The bottle-blonde slipped on her black cotton top, blinking at her phone….

Guilliean reads her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! My name wasn’t always Mary. A Biblical name, the cross we bear that is entwined with that female epithet, the feminine sanguinity that spills with every moon’s phase. It was gifted to me….