Shadow Hunter Audio Book


I know it has been a year since I have posted anything. To be honest I have not been writing as much as I would like but I have been trying to get back into things. I don’t know if you are able to still get my original Podcast out there anywhere, but I have decided to start putting them together using the old audio files that I have. I am planning on pulling them together and posting them as chapters, without intro or other items. This is intended to reflect the Audio Book style as closely as I can. I have completed Chapter 1 and will post it on Sunday. I am going to try and get all of the First Podcast book done as soon as possible and post it on a regular schedule of 1 or 2 a week. I am still deciding on the frequency and it will depend on how many chapters that I am able to complete between now and when I post the first one. I know at least one of my former listeners has found the sight so hopefully more will find it and maybe some new people as well.

I am also considering doing a major edit, with some rewrites and compiling an eBook, if this is something that you would be interested in, please let me know.

Thanks you all, both those that listened many years ago, those that have waited this last year for more/new stuff and those that are just finding this sight.

Update (July 4): I have pulled together all the audio files, so I will be posting 2 audio files a week (Sunday and Wednesday). The first two parts will are posted now and there are a total of 16 parts.

100 Word Story – A Steaming Heap

Here is another 100 Word Story about Raoul. This one might need some context. Simon is the name of the host of the 100 Word Story Podcast, and back in the day if you did not record your own stories for the weekly challenge then he would do it as his sex slave midget. Around the time this story was written he had spelled my name wrong on his site for my submissions and I believed that he had not replied to my emails to have it corrected.

“What is that?”  The cloaked figure said.

“What?” Raoul looked up at his brother on the ashen horse.

“The steaming heap,” The figure raised a thin arm and pointed behind Raoul.

Innocently Raoul looked over his shoulder at the unidentifiable mass a short distance behind him.  He turned back to his brother and shrugged.

“I do not have the time for this.”  He checked the list in his hand.  “So what did this Simon do?”

“Not returning emails, misspelling names.”

“And what is that thing?”  Raoul turned again.

“That?” Raoul smiled.  “Is a former sex slave midget, dancing with joy.”