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.
Tales From Wolf Mountain
5-16 Butcher Bubs
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.
Butcher Bubs. Teeth. His wife. What we leave behind.
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.
I used to buy my meat from Butcher Bubs by the pound
And he had a smile with a few less teeth every time
Till finally there was nothing left to smile about.
“Can’t eat the meat no more,”
Butcher Bubs would say,
“Ain’t got the teeth to chew it.”
Bubs didn’t want to get dentures,
“Ain’t no one gunna chew my food but me,”
He’d say,
“Especially not some well-schooled dentist.”
And he’d spit on the floor when the health inspector wasn’t looking.
I kept going to Butcher Bubs
To buy meat by the pound
And he’d smile with a few less pounds on him every time
Till finally there was nothing left to smile about.
One day, I went to pick up my meat
He’s wife said he finally withered away
But he was hanging about the back if I wanted to say goodbye.
What we leave behind is the fuel for
The Great Work to continue its turning.
