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2025 Spring Songfest
This is a collection of songs from several stories that we have recently shared on Appaloosa Radio. Enjoy the 2025 Spring Songfest.
Selections include:
· Shadows and Silhouettes
· Whimsey Lullaby
· Weight of Goodbye
· Middle-Aged Hippie
· Coyote
· 25 is Too Slow
· Jar of Sand
· My Love is a Sonnet
· Strong Enough
· Barefoot Morning
· Grandma’s Rules
· Warm Hearts and Calloused Hands
· Beer, Cigarettes, and Stress --- My Life is a Mess
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25 is too slow
By Eureka Wallace
Sign says 25,
that's a snail in disguise.
I'm a rocket on wheels,
not a cloud in my skies.
Got dreams in the trunk.
Ambitions on my dash.
Speedometer screaming, gotta move fast .
25 too slow.
Can't cage my flow.
Road's a canvas, that I paint.
Gotta let it show.
Gotta let it show.
Gotta let it show.
Wheels spinning symphonies,
heartbeats in tow
Ain't no limit when you got places to go
Ain't no limit when you got places to go
Ain't no limit when you got places to go
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Regarding a Murder
Part 4 of 4
By Stan Morgan
Private Investigator
A True Story
A private investigator revisits an old murder, one that impacted him directly when he was a child.
“It was November 18, 1947. I had just turned eight and was in the Third Grade at Wayside Elementary School in the southern edge of Bakersfield.
Every day, my younger brother and I walked the three-quarters of a mile from our house in the Southgate area to the school. To avoid walking along the busy Casa Loma Highway, we crossed the irrigation canal on a narrow cement bridge, a hundred yards south of the Highway. It was near there that the grisly event occurred.
A kindergartener, a five-year-old girl was murdered the night before, battered innumerable times, the radio said, with a hammer. Every time the radio re-told the story, a new set of shivers would go up and down my spine. I was afraid, pee-in your-pants afraid.
To make matters even more fearful, she was murdered in our pretend ‘pirate’s cave’ just steps from the concrete bridge across the irrigation canal which we used everyday on our way to school.
We had played in it often, sometimes spending all day there.”
This is a true story using original source materials which may be graphic in their content. Listeners are encouraged to use discretion.
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Regarding a Murder
Part 3 of 4
By Stan Morgan
Private Investigator
A True Story
A private investigator revisits an old murder, one that impacted him directly when he was a child.
“It was November 18, 1947. I had just turned eight and was in the Third Grade at Wayside Elementary School in the southern edge of Bakersfield.
Every day, my younger brother and I walked the three-quarters of a mile from our house in the Southgate area to the school. To avoid walking along the busy Casa Loma Highway, we crossed the irrigation canal on a narrow cement bridge, a hundred yards south of the Highway. It was near there that the grisly event occurred.
A kindergartener, a five-year-old girl was murdered the night before, battered innumerable times, the radio said, with a hammer. Every time the radio re-told the story, a new set of shivers would go up and down my spine. I was afraid, pee-in your-pants afraid.
To make matters even more fearful, she was murdered in our pretend ‘pirate’s cave’ just steps from the concrete bridge across the irrigation canal which we used everyday on our way to school.
We had played in it often, sometimes spending all day there.”
This is a true story using original source materials which may be graphic in their content. Listeners are encouraged to use discretion.
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Regarding a Murder
Part 2 of 4
By Stan Morgan
Private Investigator
A True Story
A private investigator revisits an old murder, one that impacted him directly when he was a child.
“It was November 18, 1947. I had just turned eight and was in the Third Grade at Wayside Elementary School in the southern edge of Bakersfield.
Every day, my younger brother and I walked the three-quarters of a mile from our house in the Southgate area to the school. To avoid walking along the busy Casa Loma Highway, we crossed the irrigation canal on a narrow cement bridge, a hundred yards south of the Highway. It was near there that the grisly event occurred.
A kindergartener, a five-year-old girl was murdered the night before, battered innumerable times, the radio said, with a hammer. Every time the radio re-told the story, a new set of shivers would go up and down my spine. I was afraid, pee-in your-pants afraid.
To make matters even more fearful, she was murdered in our pretend ‘pirate’s cave’ just steps from the concrete bridge across the irrigation canal which we used everyday on our way to school.
We had played in it often, sometimes spending all day there.”
This is a true story using original source materials which may be graphic in their content. Listeners are encouraged to use discretion.
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Regarding a Murder
By Stan Morgan
Private Investigator
A True Story
A private investigator revisits an old murder, one that impacted him directly when he was a child.
“It was November 18, 1947. I had just turned eight and was in the Third Grade at Wayside Elementary School in the southern edge of Bakersfield.
Every day, my younger brother and I walked the three-quarters of a mile from our house in the Southgate area to the school. To avoid walking along the busy Casa Loma Highway, we crossed the irrigation canal on a narrow cement bridge, a hundred yards south of the Highway. It was near there that the grisly event occurred.
A kindergartener, a five-year-old girl was murdered the night before, battered innumerable times, the radio said, with a hammer. Every time the radio re-told the story, a new set of shivers would go up and down my spine. I was afraid, pee-in your-pants afraid.
To make matters even more fearful, she was murdered in our pretend ‘pirate’s cave’ just steps from the concrete bridge across the irrigation canal which we used everyday on our way to school.
We had played in it often, sometimes spending all day there.”
This is a true story using original source materials which may be graphic in their content. Listeners are encouraged to use discretion.
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Science Fiction
The Wine of Frogs by Anthony MarcolongoIndefinite longevity. Lengthening human life spans to millennia instead of decades. The firm had been working for years and had finally achieved a major breakthrough. However, its founder had other, more sinister plans.
This story was originally published in the anthology, The Moving Finger Writes...
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Tattoo
An original story for Appaloosa Radio
Last December before Christmas he placed third in the Regional Finals for the Mr. Perfect Body competition. The year before, he had placed second, just seven tenths of a point behind the winner. Then, to celebrate he had an artist tattoo a full-color version of Leonardo DaVinci’s “Last Supper” across his pects and abs. It cost him nearly a thousand dollars and took the artist nearly a full day, and the pain was so intense that he couldn’t do a full workout for nearly three weeks.
He told everyone that he did it to show his love for God because without His love he would be a nothing. God treated him special and protected him. The tattoo was an act of worship. An act of thanksgiving.
However, when he placed third last December, one of the coaches told him that the competition’s judges did not like the tattoo. It had probably cost him a full half a point, the coach said.
Now, every time he looked at the tattoo, he realized that he had gone from being almost a winner to a never-again loser because of it.
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Edge Clinging
For Appaloosa Radio
As we age, we lose both our mobility and our self-confidence, and in losing our self-confidence, we stick very close to the edge of the pool. -
Appaloosa Radio Online offers
Alligator
A story from Nell Trustmon’s Magazine “Broken Tree Tales”
In rural mining communities like Boyce, Colorado, the arrival of the “Alligator Man” created a community-wide celebration. How could any of the Lithuanian miners continue to work in the deep, hard rock silver mine when there was a real, live alligator in town? Gotta see that!
Alligators were hardly rare in places like Florida or the bayous of Louisiana. And almost anyone who visited a zoo in one of the major eastern cities could see a tropical display featuring gators. But, here in the high western Rockies, the alligator was a very rare sight.
The alligator came courtesy of a showman and promoter named Clyde Chantt who claimed to have a Ph.D. in reptile herpetology from a university that no one had ever heard of. “Professor” Chantt (as he preferred to be called) travelled among the mining towns of the West driving a 1917 Ford Truck, pulling a large, brightly painted metal tank filled with water and containing a 15 foot alligator. He charged patrons fifteen cents each to watch his “demonstrations” of the reptile’s cunning capabilities. Each “demonstration” ended with Professor Chantt climbing a tall metal ladder next to the alligator’s tank, and then holding out a long fishing pole with a hunk of chicken attached to it. He would encourage the animal to perform, and within a minute or two, the alligator would jump up out of the water ten feet or more and grab its meal from the end of the pole.
In the evenings, after the last feeding demonstration, local children would often slip beneath the canvas fence that the Professor had set up to block the view of the non-paying spectators, and in a mixture of awe and fear, watch the alligator.
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Story was originally webcast in August 2022. This revision has new voices and music. -
Appaloosa Radio presents an original musical story
Surprise Valley
The hippie resort of perpetual happiness
Here is another great song from Act 2 of the musical.
You can download the full show on Appaloosa Radio Online.
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Peace and perpetual greetings! Featuring new tie-dye songs in the hip style of the early 1970s.
Appaloosa Radio presents an original musical storySurprise Valley
The hippie resort of perpetual happiness
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The Road of Life Has Many DetoursA very personal story by Gisela Butler
The pick-up truck came over the center divider and became airborne. I could see the wheels of the truck coming in my direction. I just said, “Oh my God, please…”
Instantly, I ducked towards the passenger side. Then I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my ribs. I lay there in pain going in and out of consciousness. That’s all I remember.
I later woke up as my clothes were being cut from my body. Lying on a gurney on my stomach, I figured I was at the hospital. Later, my husband came in.
The doctor gave me morphine for my pain. I was not talking much, just sleeping a lot. Every time I woke, I was in lots of pain but got medication immediately. Pain was my reminder that I was still alive. I knew I had been in a car accident but had no idea how badly it affected me. I also knew my husband was there in the ICU almost all day.
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This story originally appeared in the anthology, From a Writer’s Finger to a Butterfly’s Wing, published by the Sacramento Suburban Writers’ Club, 2016.
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Do you love Interactive Collaborative Fiction?
Interactive Collaborative Fiction is the art of jointly shaping a narrative through collective storytelling.
Appaloosa Radio Online, in collaboration with the Sacramento Suburban Writers, is launching an exciting new forum for Interactive Collaborative Fiction (ICF) and is seeking “Story Pilots” to guide the journey. ICF is a process where narratives are shaped collectively, not by a single writer, but by a community that evolves the story over time. Think of it as modern-day campfire storytelling, now facilitated through platforms like Instagram.
We kick off our ICF forum in February 2025 with three captivating story starters:
Code: Turquoise: A political thriller set in contemporary times, revolving around the assassination of a newly elected U.S. President just ten days into office by a foreign power that had previously supported him.Chambray: A fantasy romance where Princess Lis is kidnapped by a brigantine she-wolf pack and taken to Quericus, where she is forced to join the harem of Subus.Splotches: A science fiction tale exploring civilizations' relentless pursuit of speed, only to discover that greater velocity brings splotches—twisting the very fabric of space-time and creating billions of unrepairable holes.As a “Story Pilot,” your role will be to facilitate collaboration, allowing multiple contributors to develop the plot, generate dialogue, and enhance character development. You will also manage the Instagram platform for the story.
Join us in creating stories that are fun, engaging, and connect people. Volunteer to be a “Story Pilot” on this new adventure.
For more information, contact us at: [email protected]
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The Devil is in the Details --- The Art of Deception
An original story byThomas Hessler
It really wasn’t a wild prank. Nobody got hurt, some were entertained for a while, and the incident displayed a principle of human characteristics. I would do it again, and I think if you asked those who know me, they would say, “Uh, huh.”
Every so often I pick up a book about writing. I mean, some of the authors might really have something to say that is helpful. One author was explaining that no matter how unbelievable the plot might be, you sell the reader by plying them with details. The author provided several examples. And, I remembered a novel that I had read. The back cover’s summary of “the Invasion” said that in this story, the Chinese invaded the United States and created havoc in doing so. Now, this was twenty years or so ago, and the Chinese military and technology were not as robust as now. So, I scoffed. It would be hard for me to believe. Nevertheless, I read the novel and, bit-by-bit, induced by references to actual situations, detailed accounts of confrontations, familiar political history, and scene-by-scene narration, I bought into it. I remember remarking, at the time, that the author had convinced me that Chinese invasion was not a warp of reality. It could be done.
Well, sometimes you actually put into practice that which you have read and understood. Thereafter, when writing, I remembered to craft some detail to convince the reader when the plot might be stretching things. But, I yearned to prove the point in a bigger way.
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Most Despicable Brute
An Original Story by Appaloosa Radio
From the continuing
City of 4000 Spies Series
“If Noble Son Dusko Rarrko, the Second Son of the 19th Great Nobleman of Sassko were ever to write his memoirs, telling about his entanglement in the world of espionage, he could tell of great schemes involving the greatest of empires and nations. He could also tell of well-planned assassinations that were eons in planning and implementation. He could tell of technologies stolen, and of other (even more secret) technologies created to solve the most difficult problems. He could tell of those he loved and those he had to sacrifice.
But he could also write of brutish individuals who met even more brutish ends.
He might tell the tale of Chil-ezz, a minor figure in the larger scheme, but one whose brutality was beyond despicable.
To be truthful, neither Dusko Rarrko nor the Dominion of Sassko were directly involved in the killing of J*X*Z.alpha Chil-ezz. Nonetheless, they both celebrated it. And it led to a most productive long-term friendship between the J.X.Z, city state and the Dominion.”
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On the Morning Commuter Bus
An original story
For Appaloosa Radio
CHAPTER 3
Many contemporary hi-tech employees ride express commuter buses daily to and from their work sites. Larry Jay Connors is just one of the many. He is a numbers guy, a veritable filing cabinet for numbers, whose specialty is making fiscal projections, doing benefit analyses, and generating cost-to-price determinations.
Unfortunately, Larry is also a “quasi social isolate” who stares at his own shoes to avoid eye contact with others. As the story begins, Larry’s personal life has been reduced to doing his laundry, playing with his dog, and watching old movies on television.
One morning, when he boards his usual commuter bus, everything changes. He is no longer who he is. He is now living another’s life, and he is a stranger in his own body.
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On the Morning Commuter Bus
An original story
For Appaloosa Radio
CHAPTER 2
Many contemporary hi-tech employees ride express commuter buses daily to and from their work sites. Larry Jay Connors is just one of the many. He is a numbers guy, a veritable filing cabinet for numbers, whose specialty is making fiscal projections, doing benefit analyses, and generating cost-to-price determinations.
Unfortunately, Larry is also a “quasi social isolate” who stares at his own shoes to avoid eye contact with others. As the story begins, Larry’s personal life has been reduced to doing his laundry, playing with his dog, and watching old movies on television.
One morning, when he boards his usual commuter bus, everything changes. He is no longer who he is. He is now living another’s life, and he is a stranger in his own body.
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On the Morning Commuter Bus
An original story
For Appaloosa Radio
CHAPTER 1Many contemporary hi-tech employees ride express commuter buses daily to and from their work sites. Larry Jay Connors is just one of the many. He is a numbers guy, a veritable filing cabinet for numbers, whose specialty is making fiscal projections, doing benefit analyses, and generating cost-to-price determinations.
Unfortunately, Larry is also a “quasi social isolate” who stares at his own shoes to avoid eye contact with others. As the story begins, Larry’s personal life has been reduced to doing his laundry, playing with his dog, and watching old movies on television.
One morning, when he boards his usual commuter bus, everything changes. He is no longer who he is. He is now living another’s life, and he is a stranger in his own body.
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Travelling
by
Pamela Hummel-Morgan
This week we visited some friends in Monterey. They had recently returned from a seven-week trip driving across Europe, putting over 6,000 miles on their rental cars.
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