The ‘Hidden Gems’ Podcast, which will air in the next 2 months is seeking short stories of less than 5,000 words to feature on future podcasts. We’re looking for any genre (except erotica) and I am requesting that if we choose your short story that you write a short author’s bio and include any link to your work so that our listeners can find you online. I will be hiring a narrator to do a professional narration of your short story and I will do the introduction and read the author’s bio at the end of the podcast. My goal with the podcast is to feature up and coming talented authors like yourself!
If you are interested, please submit your short story to email@example.com.
Once upon a time, there was a great Toad-King. He ate his wife and she landed in his belly. She was so angry that she took to beating the walls of his stomach, which bothered him greatly. The Toad-King called the Toad- Doctor, but no medicine that the Toad-Doctor gave him could stop her from beating upon the walls of her jail.
The Toad King sent out a royal proclamation offering the best lily-pad and the juiciest flies to anyone who could stop his wife from beating him from within.
The best musicians and singers came from all over the pond. One Frog-Singer sang her a beautiful song called ‘please stop hurting your husband’, but her beatings from within only got worse. A renowned Toad-Storyteller told her a bedtime story that had worked like a charm on his spawn, but the Toad-King’s wife refused to be cajoled.
Finally, the Toad-King could take it no more. He began beating his own stomach and she beat back and, before long, the Toad-King was dead. The wife crawled upward, out of his stomach, up his throat and tumbled out of his mouth to land with a plop on his gilded lily-pad.
When she saw what she had done, she let out a terrible cry of despair because she had loved him and hadn’t meant to hurt him. She had only been angry. She cried for three days and then a big juicy fly came by and her tongue shot out and she gobbled up the juicy fly — and it tasted good.
She looked around and saw that the lily-pad kingdom had no king. She took the king’s crown from her darling king’s rotting head and plopped it on her own head.
“I am the Toad-Queen. Bury the Toad-King and bring me more flies.”