Tales From Wolf Mountain
A bevy of continually strange and occasionally macabre stories from the creative minds behind Wolf Mountain Workshop - Monte D. Monteleagre and Alexander Wolfe. It is our home for short-run audio fiction.
Join us around the fire.
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Season 1 (12 Episodes): Voices From The Umbra
The collected recordings of four survivors of an apocalypse on Other-Earth where people are combined together into monstrosities, or thrust aloft to dangle from organs that once gave them life.
Season 2 (2 Episodes): Double Feature
Two short radio plays, the first following three people trying to escape their lives and the second following a man trapped in his.
Season 3 (5 Episodes): Genuine Radio
Either a collection of radio broadcasts from Wolf Mountain and the surrounding areas, or is a vain attempt to turn what might well have been an award winning breakdown into something resembling art.
Season 4 (9 Episodes): The City Unending
A guide for those Pilgrims who will soon come of age and be called West comprised of stories collected from The City Unending.
Season 5 (31 Short Episodes): The Book of Ezekiel Bradshaw
A collection of stories, sermons, and prayers from Ezekiel Bradshaw, a leader of thought and faith, who has taken pains to chronicle the world around him. Occasional prayers are lead by The Angel.
Tales From Wolf Mountain
5-8 Queen's Crown
Offer a message for your place around the fire.
For mature audiences only. Content warnings for The Book of Ezekiel Bradshaw are at the bottom of this description.
Queen. Prince. Jester. Heaven.
The Book of Ezekiel Bradshaw is written by Monte D. Monteleagre and produced by Wolf Mountain Workshop.
The voice of Ezekiel Bradshaw is Monte D. Monteleagre.
Special thanks to Edie Pierce, Alexander Wolfe, and Edward Hoffman.
For more from Wolf Mountain Workshop, visit our website https://www.wolfmountainworkshop.org/
Content Warnings: Self-harm, suicide, violence, murder, drug use, cult imagery and iconography, religious imagery and iconography, manipulation, domestic abuse, abuse of children, and more.
Me and Queen were never friends in any definition of the word. She lived up in the top floor of a building built to break down and she liked to flick her smokes out the window. As it so happened, I would often be sitting on the bench beneath her window and more than once caught a still smolder cigarette in my hair.
Queen had two sons, Prince and Jester. Jester made a name for himself out in the big city selling stocks to folks who would never be as rich as him, so nobody calls him Jester anymore. Prince did his senior year a few times till they finally kicked him out and this sent Queen into a huff through the high school office, “Do you know who I am?” And all that.
Prince sells cars now, and I’ve bought a few from him.
Queen’s still up in that apartment and her sons don’t talk to her much. She’s still alive, I drive by every now and then to check if she’s finally kicked the bucket, but one day she’ll won’t be flicking cigarettes' into the wind anymore.
And when that day comes, nothing much in the world will change at all.
We enter heaven in each other’s embrace
Or not at all.
