Congratulations on the purchase of your new home! I'm sorry to inform you I was not very upfront with the terms of sale and would feel guilty if I didn't leave at least this letter in forewarning. You might have wondered why it was listed so cheaply or why, beyond a lawyer's details, there wasn't a name on the seller's side of the contract. You might have dismissed these anomalies because the patio is so nice (the jasmine over the pergola smells lovely in spring). | Copyright 2022 by Kiera Lesley. Narrated by Stefan Rudnicki.
Josh has been playing NBA 2K23. He is joined this week by Matt from Upstairs, who has been playing Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice and loving it. Meanwhile The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom has a release date. ► www.videogamer.com for all your news, reviews, videos and features on video games! Follow us on all your favourite social networks! ► Twitter➜ twitter.com/VideoGamerCom ► Facebook➜ www.facebook.com/VideoGamerCom/ ► Instagram➜ www.instagram.com/VideoGamerCom/ ► YouTube ➜ www.youtube.com/VideoGamerTV/ VideoGamer Podcast theme composed by Adam Cook Additional music provided by Andy B and Colm Ahern
Coons and Hayesy discuss the announcement by the AFL that it is planning a full review of its goal review system. In other words, the AFL is sending the ARC upstairs but hasn't announced its "soft" call yet. In the meantime, Damien Hardwick was given a personal tour of the current ARC setup as both parties look to build a bridge after the Tigers Elimination Final controversy.
Welcome back, Literary Slummers, to another episode of Shelf Aware! This week, we're wrapping up our unit on domestic thrillers. Anna finally realizes why she doesn't like the genre (better late than never). The main character has no self-preservation whatsoever. So! Many! Twists!! Join us next week for another Meow Meow Monday! Recommended Reading: When No One is Watching by Alyssa Cole The Appeal by Janice Hallett Caraval by Stephanie Garber Twitter: @shelfawarecast, @amdeebee, @emnoteliza Instagram: @shelfawarecast Email: shelfawarecast @ gmail Ben Cope: youtube.com/user/fretwiz
The day has finally arrived! Holly's new book, The Couple Upstairs, is officially out in the world. Mia and Jessie got to read it first, so in this special bonus episode, hear them debrief with Holly about all their feelings and questions. Plus, Holly reads the entire first chapter of The Couple Upstairs, just for Outlouders. The Couple Upstairs by Holly Wainwright is available in all good bookstores and online now.Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/mplusSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Who would've thought the “New Wave” would get so damn OLD? And yet here we are, celebrating the 40th anniversary of Yaz' “Upstairs at Eric's.” How's the old boy holding up? Also, we talk about music's most incredible creative peaks - who shined the brightest? And of course you can enjoy all today's tunes on our custom-built Apple Music playlist: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/dbl-26-playlist/pl.u-mJy89b8tY044 Email: email@example.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/dadbandland Insta: https://instagram.com/dadbandland FB: https://www.facebook.com/dadbandland Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Sources:As the Story Grows interview with Russell Holbrook:https://asthestorygrows.com/episodes/27240708Pastor with no Answers Podcast with Russell Holbrook:https://play.acast.com/s/pastorwithnoanswers/tag%3Asoundcloud%2C2010%3Atracks%2F642092649Visions of Gray zine interview with Joe Christmas, March 1995 -part 1:https://groups.google.com/g/rec.music.christian/c/yJKiGP92WOs/m/Aan5L-udTDMJ?fbclid=IwAR2PEcAS6fec0px5qamRJDr4LoZlBnfGBARs5Tch3NK4_3LJ0MkO9DvApfgPart 2:https://groups.google.com/g/rec.music.christian/c/mNuO_MOLytk/m/QHh4XQcqwXgJ?fbclid=IwAR37BXiNnvmb50xRDOoRvpQyAF11fQoMYU3lPP4rfTvLMYiQCvn0mcf28eQ
A sitcom, written by Moray Hunter and starring Angus Deayton, Abigail Cruttenden, Pearce Quigley, Kate Isitt and Bennett Arron, about five, mainly single, middle aged neighbours living in flats in a converted house in North London. Mitch (Angus Deayton) is a widower and part-time therapist who is looking to put his life back together now that he is single and living with Will (Pearce Quigley), his younger, more volatile half-brother. Mitch is currently in a new relationship with Ellie (Abigail Cruttenden) who is a somewhat shy, nervous and sensitive schoolteacher. Overly honest, frustrated actress Louisa (Kate Isitt), and socially inept IT nerd Morris (Bennett Arron) complete the line-up of mis-matched neighbours. In the series opener, Best Upstairs Neighbour Ever, Mitch and Ellie are trying to work out ground rules for their relationship, with matters such as the frequency of present-giving, meeting up and overnight stays on the agenda. Morris meanwhile fancies a group Sunday roast, if someone else will cook it, and Will and Louisa are just trying to get used to the fact that Mitch and Ellie are now a thing. Cast: Angus Deayton - Mitch Abigail Cruttenden - Ellie Pearce Quigley - Will Kate Isitt - Louisa Bennett Arron - Morris Written by Moray Hunter Directed by Moray Hunter and Gordon Kennedy Script Edited by Ian Brown and James Hendrie Edited and Studio Managed by Jerry Peal Production Manager - Sarah Tombling Production Runner - Kareem Elshehawy Recorded at The Shaw Theatre, London Based on an original idea developed in association with Dandy Productions Producer - Gordon Kennedy An Absolutely production for BBC Radio 4
This Week we got to chat with Casey from The People Upstairs. We discuss everything from the birth of the legendary Live at the Nut show all the way to the roots of the bands foundation. This was an electric and hilarious conversation and, as always, we hope you enjoy this as much as we did. Cheers!
On today's 88th Episode of The Thriller Zone, we welcome Halley Sutton, a relative newcomer to the thriller zone; although you'd never know it by her thriller, The Lady Upstairs. The reason I say that is because this "freshman debut" is anything but naive. Instead, it's rich, propulsive, and so Chandler-esque, I dare you to put it down. Halley lives and writes in Los Angeles, and has such a solid sense of what works that it's easy to see how she'll be one of those writers we'll be hearing from for a long time. Kick back and enjoy this interview, as I'm sure you'll glean more than a few insights that you can put toward your next work. To learn more visit: https://HalleySutton.com (HalleySutton.com). As always, THANK YOU for following us on both Twitter and Instagram @thethrillerzone, and please take 5 to visit our website at https://TheThrillerZone.com (TheThrillerZone.com). Of course, you can watch us in the comfort of your home, on the commute, or on your smartphone at: https://YouTube.com/TheThrillerZone (YouTube.com/TheThrillerZone)
In this aristocratic episode of the Shut Up & Sit Down Podcast, Tom and Quinns are talking about just one game - Obsession! We're chatting about the second edition of this cult hit alongside its Upstairs, Downstairs and Wessex expansions. Enjoy! Have a great weekend, everybody!
Eigentlich waren sie nur Schulkameraden, doch dann wurde aus dem Ex-Keyboarder von Depeche Mode und Sängerin Alison Moyet das legendäre Synth-Pop-Duo Yazoo. Aber wie kam es zu dieser Verbindung? 1981 suchte Sängerin Alison Moyet über die Zeitschrift Melody Maker neue Musiker, um eine Band zu gründen. Zur gleichen Zeit stieg ihr alter Schulfreund Vince Clarke als Keyboarder bei der Band Depeche Mode aus und suchte ebenfalls über eine Zeitungsanzeige nach neuen Musikern. Und so finden beide, die in ganz England nach neuen Musikern suchten, ausgerechnet in ihrem kleinen Heimatort Basildon ihr musikalisches Gegenstück. Es stellt sich raus, dass Moyet und Clarke sogar auf die gleiche Schule gegangen sind. Dort gab es aber noch keine musikalische Verbindung, weil Moyet eher in der Punkszene unterwegs war und Clarke eher in der elektronischen Musik. Und Yazoo gründeten sich genau zur richtigen Zeit. Soundtüftler und ausdrucksstarke weibliche Stimmen in Kombination waren Anfang der 80er Jahre richtig gefragt. Nur ein Jahr vor Yazoo gründeten sich die Eurythmics und ein paar Jahre später kam dann noch Roxette dazu. Einer der bekanntesten Songs ihres Debütalbums und auch die erste Singleauskopplung war Titel "Only You", der nur ein Jahr nach der Veröffentlichung von der Band The Flying Pickets gecovert wurde und damit Platz 1 der britischen Singlecharts erreichte. __________ Über diese Songs vom Album “Upstairs At Eric's” wird im Podcast gesprochen 09:51 Mins – “Don't Go” 16:43 Mins – “Only You” 29:43 Mins – “I Before E Except After C” 35:58 Mins – “Goodbye Seventies” 41:45 Mins – “Situation” 42:12 Mins – “Tuesday” __________ Über diese Songs wird außerdem im Podcast gesprochen 22:38 Mins – “Sound Of Silence” von Simon and Garfunkel 25:14 Mins – “Only You” von The Flying Pickets __________ Links zum Podcast: Youtube-Kanal von Yazoo: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoWPcbkqIWosJZk6Netpibg Offizielle Website von Yazoo: https://yazooinfo.com/ __________ Ihr wollt mehr Podcasts wie diesen? Abonniert die SWR1 Meilensteine! Fragen, Kritik, Anregungen? Schreibt uns an: firstname.lastname@example.org
Sounds of Idonesia (Revisited)... with tracks by...Bottlesmoker, Kavvah, Saharadja, Penumbra, Terbujur Kaku, Jogja Hip Hop Foundation, Mess, Space System, Indie Art Wedding, The Upstairs, Dandy Gilang, Setabuhan, Prabumi, Y-Dra, Ruang Ketiga, The Clouds, Oldboy Melody Bottlesmoker - Pixel Heart [Bandcamp] Kavvah - Happy Crab [Kanal30] Saharadja - Jogetan [Podsafe Music Network] Penumbra - Kalahari [...]
Home for Horny Monsters: A Gargoyle With A Fetish - Abella isn't like other gargoyles. Mike Has A Dilemma. (part 5)By writerannabelle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Mike gazed at the shy creature in wonder, finding himself once more in a predicament. With Tink, it had been about protecting her from the unknown, a risk he had taken for the greater good. Now, however, it was about his own salvation. Abella had a muscular, almost reptilian build to her. “You would do that for me?” He asked.“It is my duty,” Abella said, her voice a whisper.“It may be your duty, but I don't believe in making others do what they don't want to do. I would rather risk the lightning than feel like a bag of shit every time I look in the mirror.”Abella muttered something that was lost to another blast of thunder.“I didn't catch that,” Mike told her.“It's not that I don't want to,” Abella whispered. “It's that I'm afraid that you won't.”“Wait, what?” Mike could tell he was missing a piece.“I have a…” Abella sighed. “The other gargoyles thought I was weird because I have a human fetish.”Mike almost laughed, nearly broke that stillness between them. A human fetish? Was that like a reverse furry?“A human fetish.” Mike said, and Abella nodded.“It's why I came here. I enjoy being around humans and interacting with them, something that is forbidden in the outside world. Gargoyles are a terrible species, content with killing for fun. They are very territorial, and last I heard, many were either wiped out by man, or in hiding as statues. I don't wish such a life upon me. I enjoy the smile on a child, or the way a human woman tosses her hair. I like how smooth and soft your skin feels, and…”“Have you ever been with a human in that way?” Mike asked, kneeling next to her.“No.” Abella stared into the distance. “I've been too afraid to try it. How does one go about finding a man who can see me as enough of a human woman that the rest of my body doesn't bother him?”“That's easy.” Mike stroked Abella's stony curls, tilting her face toward his. “You see, I struggle with being around my own kind, and I'm rapidly discovering that what I like is outside the norm.” He pressed his lips to hers, marveling at how hard they felt beneath his. Pulling back, his eyes met hers. “There's a storm coming, you know.”He let his hands run along the edges of her wings, pulling them away from her body to reveal naked flesh beneath. Her breasts were smooth, yet strangely supple. Her lack of nipples threw him for a moment, but her breath seized in her chest as he squeezed her stony breasts. Even with all his strength, he was only able to compress them slightly beneath his fingers.“This is okay?” She asked him, stroking his stiffening cock through his pants.“It is,” he answered, running his hands down to her hips. She didn't have a belly button either. Sometime later, he would ask her more about gargoyles anatomy. For now, he kissed her stone skin, grateful for the little sighs she made. He had no way of knowing if she could even feel them otherwise. He explored her body with his hands, marveling at the musculature of her thighs.Thunder boomed again in the distance. Mike looked back, watching the thunderheads building. “You know, I would ordinarily be in favor of doing this slower, but do you mind if I hurry things up a little?”Abella was panting. “You'll have to be on top. I might crush you, otherwise.”Fair enough, Mike thought, spreading her legs with his hands. The folds of her vulva formed a triangle instead of a normal slit. Tracing his fingers along the edges, he found that the stone was softer here, like thick leather. Abella fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, gasping as his dick sprung free of his fly.“I've never seen one so close before,” she told him, stroking it experimentally.“Just… don't squeeze it so hard, okay?” Abella nodded, relaxing her grip. He licked his fingers, running them around her creases in a search pattern. Her vagina was also triangle shaped, and it took some effort to slide two fingers into her- he was grateful to discover that she was very wet just inside her folds. He had no idea how he was going to fuck her without some sort of lubrication.“Please,” Abella begged him. “I want to feel a human dick inside of me. Do it!”Mike pulled his fingers free. Her bodily fluids were dark, like oil, and smelled like black licorice. He gave himself a few strokes and pressed his cock against her opening, marveling at how it unfolded for him as he pushed into her.“Oh. Oh. OH!” Abella trapped Mike with her muscular legs, pulling him in tight as she rubbed herself with her hand. She tugged at her folds, revealing a ruby clitoris the size of a Robin's egg. Mike stared at her as she did all the work, using her wings as a lever to lift her hips and lower them. He did his best to thrust into her, but she had him pinned in place.“Loosen your grip,” he said, slapping her thighs to get her attention. Abella ignored him at first, but finally caught on when Mike let out a grunt of pain. She was crushing his hips, her stony legs bruising the skin on his sides. She slowed the pace, allowing him room to maneuver.“This is so hot,” she whispered, touching his chest with her free hand. “I can feel how warm your skin is when you're inside me, Mike. Human beings are so warm, and so soft, and-Nngh!” Her teeth clenched and she bucked against him, slamming the cliff with her back and scattering tiny rocks with her fluttering wings. Her excitement drove him closer to the edge, and he put his hands on her smooth breasts, pummeling her as hard as he could. He pulled all the way out, teasing her triangular slit with the head of his cock briefly before pushing back in. Every time he did it, Abella gasped for air as his balls slapped against her cold buttocks.“Oh shit!” Mike tensed, and then came. His eyes wide, he felt it, a sudden shift in energy between them. Abella pulled him close, gasping and muttering in French as he went limp in her arms.Tiny drops of rain pelted his face. He was laying between her breasts, a stupid smile on his face. She was running her fingers through his hair.“Did it work?” He asked her, catching his breath.“Only one way to find out,” she told him. He pulled free of her, watching her vagina close up, trapping all of his semen inside her. She stood, her wings cast defiantly into the stormy wind that was barreling down on them in the distance. She jumped from the ledge, wings spread wide, circling out over the valley.Mike fumbled with his pants, zipping them shut as she returned.“We must hurry,” she informed him, flapping her wings so that she hovered above him. “I am already weakening.”“Let's do this, then.” He grabbed her ankles, and she clutched his wrists gently with her feet. Pulling him out into the sky, she beat slow, lazy circles as they climbed, the cliff's edge becoming visible once more. Once they were high enough, she soared toward the greenhouse itself, a distorted wall of glass that climbed into the sky until it disappeared from view. The Mandragora vines were moving about a different part of the cliffs now, still searching for its prey. They shot overhead the Mandragora, crashing through one of the previously broken panels. Abella and Mike crashed into the yard, tumbling head over heels until they came to a rest, both of them staring into the darkening afternoon skies of Earth.Firing Squad“Ow, fuck!” Mike winced as Naia inspected the large bruise forming above his hip bone where Abella had squeezed him with her stony thighs. The Mandragora plant had actually injured him less than the gargoyle had, surprisingly enough. Save for some scrapes on his hands (well, and not being eaten), he was fine.“Yeah, that will sting for a while.” Naia placed a kiss on it. “You had me so worried! I've never seen the Mandragora do that before. You're going to need to feed it pretty soon.”“Yeah, that's right. Meat and cheese and wine. We're going on a picnic next Wednesday.” Mike informed her.“Oh, really? I think that's a great idea,” Naia said. “She'll love that!”“Wait, the plant…” Mike felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, even though he was standing naked in the fountain. “It can…it can…”“I'm just kidding, goofball. The Mandragora can't leave the greenhouse.” Naia glanced over at Abella. She sat in the water, her wings pulled close to her body, watching the tiny water spheres circle the fountain, glowing with their own inner light. The sun was setting on the other side of the house, and the garden was cast into darkness, save for Naia's magic spheres. “You need to be more careful, Abella. Mike isn't made of steel.”“I know,” Abella grumbled, flicking the water with her finger. “Felt really good though.”“That part I get,” Naia agreed. “And I'm grateful you got to him before he was eaten. None of this would have happened if you hadn't picked that little cubby to hole up in.”“I was tired of washing off bird shit,” Abella said, popping a bubble with her talon. It reformed on the other side of the fountain. “If I had known Emily was going to croak, I wouldn't have come down here. It wouldn't have mattered if the Mandragora hadn't broken loose.”“And that's the peril of living here,” Naia agreed. “The Mandragora wouldn't have broken out if Tink had spotted the cracked windows. Tink wouldn't have slept for so long if a new guardian had been selected in a reasonable amount of time. I'm actually kind of worried about what other surprises await us as we discover more of the house. I can't imagine that the Mandragora is the only potential danger.”“There's an easy solution,” Abella said. “We need to make sure that someone is with him at all times. Currently, any time he is outside the house, he is under my care.”“You can come inside,” Mike offered. “There's no reason for you to be out here.”“There is, actually. I'm a living statue-not only am I likely to damage the interior of the house, but my kind hates being indoors. I come inside only for emergencies.”“Oh.” Mike sat on the edge of the fountain. The water was warm, heated by Naia's magic. “If guardianship is so important, then why didn't Emily have something set up in advance?”Naia shrugged, her greenish-blue hair shifting along the curves of her breasts. She was wearing her simple gown currently, which Mike actually preferred. It gave her some wonderful cleavage to look at. “It seems like there was a reason, but it's been gobbled up for me. I remember arguing about it with her, but there are definitely gaps.”“Which means it involves another monster.” Mike frowned at the water. “It seems like inheriting this home in itself is like a trial of sorts. If I'm not qualified for the job, something could kill me.”Naia and Abella exchanged looks. “Someone with him at all times,” they both said.“Well, that just means Tink needs to stick with me when I'm indoors,” Mike said.“Anytime you go exploring, anyway. Currently, you've restricted your explorations to out here, and unless you go back in the greenhouse, you should be fine.”‘And I need to feed the Mandragora, apparently. Any other plants living in there I should worry about?“Naia shrugged, but Abella nodded.“Yes, actually. The forest inside the greenhouse is an extension of the house. The plants being grown in there are there for a reason. Think of it like a little herb garden, but with spell components. A wizard would kill for access to it- I imagine that there are things in there that might even be extinct in the wild.”“Wait, wizards? Those are real too?” Mike looked to Naia, who just rolled her eyes at him.“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”“They aren't as prevalent in those pigwarts books,” Naia told him.“Hogwarts,” Mike corrected her.“Whatever. Last I heard, the wizards of this realm were extremely limited in number. Less than forty total since Merlin sealed away magic for humans. Maybe one person a century figures out how to do magic, and usually the others track him down and kill him.”“Holy shit.” Mike shook his head. “That's insane.”“Now you know why monsters and magic items are so coveted. For some, it's the only way to gain any true power.” Naia tilted her head at Abella. “Gargoyles are impervious to most normal means. Neither blade nor flame can scratch their hides, and they are extremely strong. There are few places in the world that could protect you from a gargoyle attack. With just Abella at your side, you could have your enemies killed with little fear of recourse.”“Well, not that I really do that now,” Abella added. “I'm bound to the house. Unless such a task involves the long term protection of this place, I can't fly very far from here without feeling a strong urge to return.”“So, if I was in trouble a mile from here, you would come for me?” Mike asked.“If I knew you were in trouble, potentially. It would need to be a situation dire enough that I knew your chances of survival were slim.” Abella shrugged, her stony breasts shifting. “I'm more like a bouncer than anything else.”“How do you know what a bouncer is?” Mike asked.“Please. I'm not that sheltered.” Abella popped another bubble. “I have a people fetish. I watch lots of TV.”“Outside?” Mike asked.“Emily would leave the window open for me sometimes,” Abella said. “It's not like I need sleep or anything.”“Aren't you supposed to be watching the house?” Mike asked.“Gargoyles have phenomenal hearing,” Abella told him. “If it's quiet enough, I can hear a heartbeat from twenty feet.”“Whoa.” Mike said.“Speaking of which, Tink is looking for you. I can hear her calling your name.” Abella informed him.“She's probably worried. I've been gone all day.” Mike walked in the back door listening carefully. He heard noise from the kitchen, and found Tink digging through a junk drawer full of random crap.“Hey there.” Tink jumped at the sound of his voice. Her body was covered in dirt and grime, and even cobwebs. “Where have you been?”“Checking pipes,” Tink informed him, beaming a smile. “Easy fix.”“What are you looking for in there?” Mike asked.“Tink look for money.”“Why do you need money?”The doorbell chimed, echoing through the house. Mike stared at Tink, who stared back.“Who is that?” Mike asked.“Pizza.” Tink replied, scratching at a greasy smudge on her face.“How did you order a pizza?”“Tink use magic screen. Type in pizza.”Mike stared at the little goblin, mouth open. “My laptop was locked. How did you get in?”Tink tapped the goggles on her head. “Tink order extra good pizza.” The door chimed again. Mike grabbed his hair in frustration, then pointed at Tink“Stay out of sight. We'll have the internet talk later.” Tink shrugged, walking out of the kitchen. Shaking his head, he ran to the front of the house, opening the door. Holding pizza in one hand and a two liter of soda in the other was Dana. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and tonight she wore a tight white top under her black jacket. The jacket was unzipped, revealing a large pair of breasts that had been forced together by a dark black bra that peeked out along the edges of her neckline, the same breasts that had sent him into Naia's tub in the first place.Mike's mouth went dry.“Hey!” Dana said, handing over the pizza. “How are things?”“Um, good?” Mike took the pizza in one hand. Dana was all smiles for him, and he felt that familiar nervousness hit him, a wave of anxiety across his whole body. “Uh, I didn't, um, expect you so fast. Let me grab my wallet.”“Yeah, sure.” Mike backed into the house and was dismayed when Dana followed him inside“Whoa, this place is spooky!” Dana looked around at the furniture, which was still covered with white sheets. She pointed just off to the side of the stairs. “Does that Grandfather clock actually work?” She knelt down to examine the pendulum. The back of her pants slid down, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Dana opened the door of the clock, her jacket sliding up to reveal a tattoo along her lower back.“I, um…” Where had that clock come from? He couldn't concentrate, staring at Dana's exposed ass. “I'll be right back.” He ran into the kitchen. Tink was busy staring at his laptop computer, which she had unlocked again. “Don't touch anything on there,” he told her, setting the pizza down on the table. Grabbing his wallet, he walked back out to the main room to find Dana giving the pendulum inside the clock a push.The entryway filled with the soft sounds of moving gears. The old clock's second hand started moving around the face of the clock. Dana's face lit up in excitement. “That is so cool!” She declared.“You like clocks or something?” Mike asked. He held out a twenty, unsure what the total was.“Oh yeah. I'm going to school for mechanical engineering. I love stuff like this.” Dana took the money from him and dug into her pockets for change. Upstairs, Mike heard a loud splash in the bathroom. They both looked up.“What was that?” Dana asked.“Bad pipe. Trying to get it fixed is all. Go ahead, keep the change,” Mike told her.“Are you sure? Thank you!” Dana's face lit up, and she hugged Mike. Her breasts were soft, pushing against his chest, and Mike felt a shiver as his body redirected blood flow to his dick. “Oh, shit, I'm so sorry!” She said, her face turning red as she backed away, stuffing the money in her pocket. “I don't normally do that, it's just that you've been very generous, and I needed extra money for my car payment, and you're so cu-“Dana's mouth slammed shut, her face glowing brighter. "I'm sorry, I just-thank you.”“It's okay. I remember what it's like, working my way through school. I'm doing pretty well now, so just trying to pay it forward.” He stepped around her, opening the door. Dana stepped out onto the porch and Mike would have left her there, but Cecilia was sitting on the swing, gazing out into the yard. Mike walked onto the porch, keeping Dana from looking at the banshee. “So tell me more about your major.”“Not a lot to tell. Class during the day, labs on weekend mornings. I have this gig to help make ends meet with student loans and such. I'm the only girl in my program, so I deal with a lot of creeps.” Mike stayed just ahead of her, walking down the path to her car, hoping she wouldn't look back. Cecilia seemed quite content on her swing, her hair fanning out around her as if she was storing up a massive charge. “Hey, if you need an extra hand fixing stuff around here, I would love to help out. My dad worked construction when I was growing up, so I'm pretty handy.”“I'll keep that in mind.” They were at her car now, the glowing Pizza Palace marquee on her roof. She seemed reluctant to leave, but gave him a wave, the light from her GPS casting an eerie light on her face as she drove away. Mike let out a huge sigh, then ran back up the steps to the house. Cecilia wasn't sitting anymore-instead she was staring inside the living room window.“Something is happening,” she informed him.“What's happening?” Mike asked. Cecilia shrugged. You're the Check Engine Light of the Damned, Mike thought to himself. He walked inside, staring upstairs and then toward the kitchen. Choosing the kitchen, he found Tink sitting at the table, clicking through websites on his laptop while eating her ill-gotten pizza.“We need to have a quick chat about… what the hell are you eating?” He was standing behind her, and Tink tilted her head up and back.“Tink order best pizza,” she informed him, holding up a slice for his inspection. Pepperoni, sausage, and pineapple adorned the top. The soda she had picked was orange, most of which was gone already. Only two slices of pizza were left in the box.“You really are a little monster, aren't you?” Mike flicked a piece of pineapple off.“Tink find good stuff on magic screen,” Tink informed him. Looking over the top of her head, he saw that she was on Amazon and currently had nearly a hundred items in his cart. He leaned past her and opened it up to see what she was buying.“Tink!” He shouted, seeing that his total was in the thousands. “What do you think you are doing?”“Tink see good stuff for fix house.” She opened her mouth wide, dropping an entire piece of pizza in. She licked the grease off her fingers. “Tink has job to do.”“Okay, I see we're going to have to talk about this right now.” Mike closed the laptop, eliciting protest from Tink. “The magic screen is off limits for the time being. Now I want you to-”A loud thud caused the light hanging above the table to sway from side to side. Tink slid her goggles on, and they both stared at the ceiling.“What was that?” Mike asked.“Tink not sure.” She touched the side of her goggles, rotating a dial Mike had never noticed. “Water in ceiling.”“Oh fuck.” Mike remembered the splashing noise from before. Running toward the stairs, he slid to a stop when he saw that the Grandfather clock was no longer there. “Fuck!” Running up the stairs, his feet squished on wet carpet as he neared the bedroom door. Shoving it open, he heard running water splashing the bathroom floor. “Naia?”“It's about fucking time!” Naia appeared, splashing water everywhere. “I've been shouting this whole time.”“I didn't hear you,” Mike told her. “The door was closed.” Tink slammed into Mike from behind, staring at the floor. “What's wrong?”“There's a fire elemental loose,” Naia told him. “Nasty little shit was sniffing around up here. I was trying to snuff him out, but he got away.”“What does it look like?” Mike asked. Walking into his room, he saw tiny scorch marks all along the wall. Looking closer, he saw that they were foot prints.“Like a lizard,” Naia told him. “Mike, it isn't something from the house. It got in somehow, and it was laying low.”“For what reason?” He asked, looking under the bed.“To kill goblin husband,” Tink hissed, looking all around the room. She hit a hidden button on her goggles and several mechanical arms sprouted, each one with a different covered lens. Flicking them into place, she knelt by the door of the room.“Wait, to kill me?”“Possibly. This one was sniffing around like it was trying to find a place to hide. If it wanted to, it could just burn the whole house down, but they are great for assassinations.”“That doesn't make sense,” Mike said, checking the window, but it was locked from the inside. He heard stomping above the room, followed by the sight of gray claws on the rain gutter. He opened the window up. “Abella, have you seen anything leave the house?”“No. I don't know how it got in, either.” Abella leaned over the edge of the house. “If you chase it outside, I can take care of it.”“But where did it come from?” Mike asked. “Did it come in with the pizza girl?”“It was here long before that.” Naia informed him. “It must have come in with you earlier today.”“But that doesn't…” he thought back to the spark he felt when he had taken the paperwork from Elizabeth. “Tink, check the trash downstairs.”“Tink go look.” The goblin grabbed a towel, dunking it in the bath. Wringing it out, she rolled it up, cracking it like a whip. “Mike stay here.”“Like hell I will.” Mike dunked his own towel. “I'm coming with you.”“You both need to be careful,” Naia said. “If it touches you, it may just immolate you to nothing but ash.”“Fantastic,” Mike muttered, following Tink out into the hall. Tink was walking down the hall, her eyes intent on something he couldn't see.“Tracks everywhere,” Tink informed him. “Upstairs, downstairs. Elemental go in most rooms, but come back out.” Turning to go down the stairs, Mike noticed the wardrobe at the end of the hall. Walking toward it, he made to turn the latch.“No tracks there,” Tink told him, yanking on the band of his pants. “We go look downstairs.” Mike followed her, holding his towel ready as they stepped into the living room. Moving into the kitchen, Tink opened up the trash can. Reaching in, she pulled free what was left of the folder from Elizabeth. “Fire elemental come from here.”Mike didn't have to ask how she knew. The folder was burnt. Looking into the can he saw the nest of ashes at the bottom. The elemental started as a spark, and he wondered if throwing away the offer had triggered it to burn and grow. “Okay, so what now?”Cecilia's loud wail carried through the house, sending shivers up Mike's spine. Tink covered her ears, frowning in the direction of her cries. Running toward the noise, they made it past the stairs and into one of the sitting rooms in the front of the house. Cecilia stood just outside the window, her mouth stretched wide and one hand pointing at the ceiling. Up above, Mike saw the angry creature standing on the ceiling, hissing in response.Mike and Tink walked further into the room as Cecilia drifted through the walls, her shrieks rising in volume. Mike put fingers in his ears, his eyes on the angry red lizard on the ceiling. It looked like it was made of lava, the air around it shimmering from the sheer heat of its skin. Its eyes blazed like fiery coals, hissing at Cecilia. It leapt off of the ceiling, passing straight through the banshee and colliding with the carpet. Spinning in place, leaving scorch marks on the hardwood, it spotted Mike.“Oh shit!” Mike yelled, raising his towel as the lizard came at him. It left a fiery trail on the floor, the hardwood burning up beneath it. It launched itself at him, and Mike dodged out of the way, letting it collide with a piece of furniture behind him. The white sheet burned up beneath it, the chair underneath igniting. The elemental burned its way through springs and fluff, the chair igniting, but the flames remaining local. Uncertain how to proceed, Mike watched the chair from the side, squatting down to see beneath it.The elemental charged him, crossing the space in a second. Leaping for his face, it was knocked out of the air by the fast crack of the wet towel from Tink. The elemental missed, crashing into the table behind Mike. Mike, acting fast, unfurled his towel and scooped up the elemental inside. It shrieked, steam rising from the towel.“Fuck!” Mike shouted, dropping his bundle from Hell. It was too hot to carry. Cecilia grabbed the bundle with both hands, spinning in a circle and launching it through the window. The glass shattered, the elemental and towel landing in the front yard.“Quick!” Mike and Tink ran outside, where Cecilia met them. The wet bundle looked like an angry steamed dumpling, rolling around in the yard as the elemental fought its way free. Mike grabbed the towel from Tink. “Is there a hose out here?” Mike asked.“Tink find.” She leapt over the railing, running along the side of the house. Mike held up the towel like a blanket, going the long way down the front steps. Staying off to the side, he watched the elemental squeeze free, scorching a circle in the grass and growing in size.“Tink!” Mike cried, the lizard now the size of a large dog. It ran at him on its hind legs, letting out a high pitched shriek. He saw Tink off to the side, wrestling with a house that had too many kinks in it.A thousand pounds of stone slammed into the elemental from above, grabbing it around the neck. Flames licked at Abella's stone skin, but the fire wasn't hot enough to bother the gargoyle. Clutching the elemental in her talons, Abella lifted into the sky, crossing over into the backyard. Mike and Tink ran back through the house and into the garden in time to see Abella fighting the angry elemental above the fountain.“Naia!” Mike shouted, the nymph appearing directly below Abella. She waved her hands, forming intricate patterns in the air as a wall of water formed around the fountains perimeter. Abella landed in the fountain, holding the fire elemental in place as Naia made the walls crash in. The fountain steamed, the elemental desperately fighting through the waves that kept catching it and pushing it back toward the middle.Abella pinned the elemental in place, the water in the fountain beginning to boil. Naia ran around the edge of the fountain, coaxing more water up from below. The garden filled with steam as the elemental unleashed its magic attempting to boil off the water and escape. Abella's face was a mask of anger, her teeth bared at the threat beneath her as it shape shifted, an amorphous being determined to survive. Mike and Tink could only watch helplessly as the air became too thick with vapor to see.Several minutes passed, the noise dying down. A cool breeze sucked the steam away, revealing Abella crouched in the middle of the fountain, a tiny glowing ember trapped beneath her hand. Naia nodded at the gargoyle, and Abella crushed it with her fist, extinguishing its light.“Holy shit,” Mike muttered. Abella collapsed in the fountain, breathing hard. Mike hopped in, the warm water soaking his pant legs to help her stand. The gargoyle was covered in soot marks across her stony body. She sat in the cool water, breathing hard.“That was no simple fire elemental,” she told him. “He was almost too hot for me to hold onto.”“She's right,” Naia added, kneeling by Abella's side. She ran her hands gently over Abella's skin. “Whoever summoned that creature has use of some powerful magic.”“We know where it came from.” Mike explained what he and Tink had found in the trash can. “The fact that it came from the trash and didn't just attack me when I walked in the door means something, but I have no idea what. The Society clearly wants this house, otherwise they would have just burned the place down. Ideas?”“I'm thinking this was partially a scouting affair,” Abella said, holding up a blistered palm. Naia summoned a streamer of icy water to wash across it. “The elemental needed to see who was here first. I'm sure they have ideas, but it would be a bad idea to just attack without knowing who and what. I saw it in wars all the time.”“You've been in wars?” Mike asked.Abella nodded. “Usually I used forts or castles as a hiding place. I loved watching the people below, and nobody questions another statue on the roof of a church. I have seen my share of sieges. My guess is that they sent in the elemental to scope out the territory and then kill you if possible.”“If I die, that's it. It was hard enough to find me, and as far as I know, I have zero family left anywhere.” Mike shook his head. “I almost sold the place anyway, but the will stipulated that I had to come and see it first, and could only sell when full ownership transferred, which takes a few days. I die, it's only a matter of time before the Society gets this place, and then they get to you.”“Who are they?” Naia asked.Mike looked at Tink, who sat on the edge of the fountain.“Let's find out.”to be continued. By writerannabelle for Literotica
It was here, the heat wave, the amber warning turning to red and the temperatures rose to over 101º. Downstairs in our little cottage the bedroom, study and bathrooms are cool - and we are grateful. Upstairs, in the open-spaced living area the curtains are drawn as in my childhood when the temperature first climbed into the 70s and then, in 1976 to the low-80s. My mother's curtains were heavy, chintz, and lined, a hold-over from black-out curtains used during the last war, with a thickness for keeping heat in during the winter. As we slide into climate change, heavy curtains are now used for cooling.
Our brief disappearance from the world stage continues for this, the most July of months in the year 2022. In our absence, please accept this insane story from September, 2020:We're in Scotland this week for a bizarre Upstairs, Downstairs-style caper complete with pratfalls and prop humor. Meet the king's bard, who is hell-bent on destroying his nemesis: the steward to the king. Each passing year, the bard's schemes to sink the steward grow more absurd, as he enlists a crow, a witch, and a trout to help him. Will one of his compatriots betray him? Can he ever outsmart the steward? And which way does that sun rise, anyway? Join us for all this and more! For sources and links, support us on Patreon, or follow on Twitter. Our theme music is from Carnaval des Animaux, performed by Aitua.
Tom and Greg are still off celebrating the 15th anniversary of the Bowery Boys podcast, so this week we're highlighting one of the best shows produced by the Bowery Boys this year -- for The Gilded Gentleman podcast, the spin-off show hosted by Carl Raymond. Domestic servants during the Gilded Age did more than simply maintain the mansions of the wealthy. New York City simply could not function with these 'invisible' armies of butlers, housekeepers, footmen, ladies maids, gardeners, cooks, valets and others.The subject will be familiar to viewers of television shows like Downton Abbey, The Gilded Age and Upstairs, Downstairs. What was life like for a valet, a cook or a scullery maid in the mansions of late 19th century New York? How were houses with large staffs even managed? What were the hardships? And what were the benefits? In this episode Carl is joined by Esther Crain, author of The Gilded Age in New York 1870-1914and the website Ephemeral New York, to look at the various roles and responsibilities of domestic staff in grand mansions and even in more modest homes. ---And after you're finished with this show, subscribe to The Gilded Gentleman on your favorite podcast player to hear Carl's new episode on the mysteries of absinthe, the mysterious elixir that fueled Paris and London's cafe society and artistic circles in the Belle Epoque and late Victorian and Edwardian worlds. Carl is joined by Don Spiro, creator of New York's Green Fairy Society to discuss and demystify the myths and legends of this most evocative of spirits.
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Fellow alumni we are back discussing Umbrella Academy Season 3 Episode 1 "Meet The Family". We chat all about the return of our favourite unlikely family and meet the new Sparrow Academy. Umbrella Academy Season 3 Episode 1 Podcast "Meet The Family" Details Episode Directed by Jeremy Webb Teleplay for this episode written by Steve Blackman and Michelle Lovretta After averting doomsday in Dallas, the Umbrella siblings return to a very different academy, now ruled by the powerful and hostile Sparrows, masters of both dance and combat, in an altered timeline. It is revealed that after their encounter in Dallas in 1963, Sir Reginald chose not to adopt Luther, Diego, Alisson, Vanya, Klaus and Five but seven other children instead, including Ben, Marcus, Fei, Alphonso, Sloane, Jayme and Christopher (the cube), and established "The Sparrow Academy". When both families meet for the first time at the Academy, an imaginary dance off in Diego's mind, induced by venom from Jayme (No 6) turns into a fight, and a ball of energy forms in the basement of the Sparrow Academy. Upstairs in the ensuing fight the Umbrella siblings are overpowered until Vanya unleashes a burst of energy to defeat the Sparrows. The Umbrella siblings flee to the Hotel Obsidian and plan their next move, but inadvertently leave the time travel briefcase at the Academy. Vanya goes to make a deal with the Sparrow Number One, Marcus, who agrees to hand back the briefcase in exchange for the Umbrella Academy siblings leaving with no more trouble. This meeting is observed by Ben and the Sparrow Number Three, Fei. Diego discovers he and Lila have a young son, Stanley, and must make up for his 12-years of absence as Lila leaves Stan with him and heads to Berlin. Elsewhere, an older man named Lester Pocket packs his suitcase and sets out for an unknown destination. When Marcus goes to get the briefcase, he discovers the ball of energy or Kugelblitz, a time anomaly caused by the crossing timelines, and is disintegrated. After witnessing this act of power, Grace, who now works as the Sparrows' maid, begins worshiping the Kugelblitz as her god. Umbrella Academy Season 3 Cast Umbrella Academy Number 1 - Space/Luther played by Tom HopperNumber 2 - Diego played by David CastañedaNumber 3 - Rumour/Allison - Emmy Raver-LampmanNumber 4 - Klaus Played by Robert SheehanNumber 5 - Five Played by Aidan GallagherNumber 6 - Ben/The Horror removed from this timelineNumber 7 - Vanya played by Elliot Page Sparrow Academy Number 1 - Marcus played by Justin CornwellNumber 2 - Ben/The Horror played by Justin H. MinNumber 3 - Fei played by Britne OldfordNumber 4 - Alphonso played by Jake EpsteinNumber 5 - Sloane played by Genesis RodriguezNumber 6 - Jayme played by Cazzie DavidNumber 7 - Christopher played by Existential Dread Inducing Psykronium Cube Featuring Reginald Hargreaves played by Colm FeoreSissy played by Marin IrelandChet (Hotel Obsidian Manager) played by Julian RichingsLila Pitts played by Ritu AryaLester Pockets played by Callum Keith RennieStan played by Javon 'Wanna' Walton Umbrella Academy Creators Created for Television by Steve Blackman Developed by Jeremy Slater Based on the comic series by Gerard Way and Gabriel Bá Made Possible with Patreon TV Podcast Industries is made possible by our supporters on Patreon. You can follow and support us here: https://www.patreon.com/tvpodcastindustries Next Time On TV Podcast Industries... We'll release our discussions about Umbrella Academy Season 3 Episode 2 "World's Biggest Ball of Twine" later in the week. Thanks so much for joining us fellow Academy Alumni and Brolly Dollies. John, Derek and Chris TV Podcast Industries
Season 02 : Deep South Episode 04 : UpStairs Lounge : New Orleans, LA People go out to a nightclub to have fun. To dance the night away to the thumping music. Have some drinks and just cut loose with friends. Nightclubs become regular meeting places where groups socialize and decompress after work and to celebrate. Many of these places become a community where people feel safe opening up and being themselves. Sometimes though, communities can be ripped apart.Check us out on YouTube at: https://www.youtube.com/c/SomewhereSinisterFollow us on social media:https://twitter.com/SomewhereSinhttps://www.instagram.com/somewheresinister/You can support us by donating a few bucks here:https://www.buymeacoffee.com/somewheresin
Part 2 of A PHILADELPHIA TASTING MENU Did Jamie enjoy his listener-mandated viewing of GREEN LANTERN? Will anyone understand Scott's triple-Venn-diagram explanation connecting food to wine to movies? Does this velvety, warm, old vine Patagonian Pinot Noir find purchase with this post-punk, pastel period piece that's all about the vibes? Grab a plate of pasta, some fine French pastry, and a glass of (sexy voice) Pinot Noir before hitting play on this here episode! Bodega Chacra ‘Barda' Pinot Noir 2020 is available at Crush Wine Co. for $26. MARIE ANTOINETTE (2006) is written and directed by Sophia Coppola. It's on Hulu right meow, where you should definitely go watch it. Or VOD if that's your jam. Irwin's Upstairs is a Sicilian restaurant at the top of the Bok Building in South Philly owned by Michael Ferreri. The Gnocchi Sardi featured in this episode is a staple of their menu and is available nightly. Follow the show on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook @BiggerBottlePod. Email us at email@example.com. Our NEW art is thanks to Ross Connard! Music is selected from Camille Saint-Saëns' ‘The Carnival of the Animals - XII. Fossils' as performed by the Seattle Youth Symphony, licensed under Creative Commons (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/legalcode)
Upstairs at Eric's ! WARNING: The next 36 mins of your life may be wasted, like us, listening to this podcast. We are celebrating our July 4th upstairs at Eric's - our intentions were there, briefly. So, join us for a silly musical romp through some listener comments and questions. We also go into some songs we like about the American Experience - what are some of your favorites? Listen in, join in, call in and let us know ! This could be fun (likely not) as we roll through another goofy show. Just say, Pour me another (coffee) brother....
Dan Morrison is joined yet again by gay himself, Joshua Gaske to unpack their suitcases in Blue Stone Manor and revel in the chaos that is Real Housewives Ultimative Girls Trip: Ex Wives Club. Dan & Josh first address the rumour that our dear Real Housewives of Melbourne is maybe cancelled and whose fault that truly is. The boys then head to Dorinda's palatial home to discuss episode four of Ex Wives Club and who the stars are (Phaedra & Brandi) and try to solve the problem that is Miss Medley herself. Real Housewives of Beverly Hills has a new villain in the form of Diana but it's giving a bit of flop/dead on arrival energy. Dan & Josh then share some quick thoughts on the current state of Real Housewives of Atlanta and Dubai before Josh offers same sage life advice. Follow Josh on Instagram Follow Dan on Twitter Follow Gasbagging on Instagram & TikTok
Having played trumpet in a band whose membership ranged from around fifteen to twenty, “the more the merrier” approach didn’t really translate to exceptional songwriting. Thankfully that’s not the case for Austin nine-piece Honey Made. The first leg of Honey Made’s career was spent in the “party band” realm, wowing crowds more with enduring arrangements […]
Today's guest is feminist noir crime writer Halley Sutton. She wrote the first draft of her debut novel, The Lady Upstairs, while getting her MFA at Otis College of Art and Design in Los Angeles. So we got into the pros and cons of MFAs for writers. And we also talk book #2 since Halley's currently in the home stretch with her second novel. Halley shared how Pitch Wars helped her first book find its footing, how she turned a rejection letter into an agent, the importance of a midpoint, and other sage advice for fledgling writers. Follow Halley on Twitter @halley_sutton.Welcome, writers and book lovers. The Bleeders is a new podcast about book writing and publishing. Make sure you subscribe to the companion Substack: https://thebleeders.substack.com/welcomeThe Bleeders is hosted by Courtney Kocak. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram @courtneykocak. For more, check out her website courtneykocak.com.
Do you enjoy enjoy the “Upstairs, Downstairs” contrasts of Downton Abbey, but wish it had the added element of a murder mystery? Then you'll want to check out "Murder at Mallowan Hall" by Colleen Cambridge, which features a mashup of fiction and real life as it considers the the question, "What if Agatha Christie's housekeeper had to solve a murder?" My read-a-like book recommendations include lists of country home mysteries, “Upstairs, Downstairs” mysteries, and historical figures as sleuths.
Joshua Ferris reads his story “The Boy Upstairs,” from the June 6, 2022, issue of the magazine. Ferris is the author of one story collection and four novels, including “To Rise Again at a Decent Hour,” which won the Dylan Thomas Prize in 2014, and “A Calling for Charlie Barnes,” which was published last year.
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An unexpected death, an estranged daughter, and a brutal murder. In November of 2020 Hugh Jackson received a frantic phone call from his estranged daughter. Nothing could have prepared him for what he would discover when he arrived at her home in Lock Haven, Pennsylvania. His grandson, nine-year-old, Anson Stover was deceased. And what police would uncover would shock the entire community. Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands Privacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy
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PRP Mini Concert Memories: Episode 1 - Yazoo, 7-20-2008 Welcome to the first episode of a new feature Brian and Sarah are trying out, called PRP Mini Concert Memories. The idea behind it is that Brian and Sarah will choose a ticket stub from their sizable collection of concert tickets, and they'll spend a few minutes reminiscing about that particular show. In the future, the selections will be random, but for the inaugural episode, Brian thought it would be fun to hearken back to the first episode of the podcast proper, which was about Yazoo's album Upstairs at Eric's. So in this installment, Brian and Sarah talk about seeing Vince Clarke and Alison Moyet performing as Yazoo on the Reconnected tour, at the 9:30 Club in Washington, DC. Join Brian and Sarah as they share their memories of this show, featuring a duo they-- along with many other people-- never expected to see on stage together. But it really did happen, and they have the pictures to prove it! Read more at http://www.permanentrecordpodcast.com/ Visit us at https://www.facebook.com/permrecordpodcast Follow us at https://twitter.com/permrecordpod Check out some pictures at https://www.instagram.com/permanentrecordpodcast/ Leave a voicemail for Brian & Sarah at (724) 490-8324 or https://www.speakpipe.com/PermRecordPod - we're ready to believe you! Cool Stuff Alert: Visit our PRP Shop at https://www.redbubble.com/people/bluezonenetwork/