#audio scripts

[dominimoonbeam]

Cafe writing on my free day! Okay we started with a little editing and then I was going to work on patreon posts for July but I ended up working on audio scripts. I did a new one and am now working on the finale to The Adventures of Stardust and Cosmic.

I've got a couple audio scripts sitting on the patreon and am going to try posting them so that maybe someone who records might find use for them? It seems like a reddit thing... Am I making a reddit today?

[winged-unicorn-trash-can]

[M4F] Ill Met by Moonlight - Part Two  [M4A] [Fantasy-themed roleplay] [Drama] [Romance] [Inner-monologue] [Reverse Care]

Storyline- After the witch, Lucas, had found his sacrifice, he puts her to rest, and then he himself goes to sleep. After all, there are now only a few days left until the new moon and the night of the ritual. After a strange dream, Lucas awakes to find the Listener in good spirits and their leg nearly healed. Which was odd because Lucas had yet to fully heal that leg. As the two talk over breakfast, the Witch begins to worry if he can keep his little bird still in her cage.

Part One

Rules:

[ Not a rule, but I apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes you may find ]  

-Give credit to me, please, and thank you (Mystic Grove Audio)

-This script is free to use for monetization

-You can improvise and add things if you wish, like if you like a script but it seems to be tailored to a certain gender: change it so it fits what you like! But please, still give credit

-You can share the script outside of Archive, but again, please give credit

-If you make an audio/video, send me a link! I would love to see your work!

-Have Fun!

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[ There is a calm and soft wind blowing by; it's a spring morning, and the birds are singing off in the design. Someone is brushing Lucas's hair and humming ]

Lucas: [ In a soft tone, not sad but a little disappointed ] This is a dream… isn't it

Beloved: [ A little giggle ] Yes, I am afraid so. Are you disappointed?

Lucas: [ Deep sigh ] No…When I see your face, how can I be?

Beloved: Good, [ She leans down and kisses his head ] then let this dream continue in sweet bliss~

Lucas: For now, but it won't be a dream for long; I promise you

Beloved: [ Her tone of voice is soft but worried ] Lucas…please don't

Lucas: [ Nerves laugh ] What? What are you talking about?

Beloved: This ritual of yours, don't do it…please…

Lucas: But I'm doing it for you, for us. No longer will you haunt me in dreams, but you will be by my side, in flesh and blood!

Beloved: [Sad and worried] Lucas, please…

Lucas: It will be just like the days before [Pause, then said softer] before I lost you! We will be happy!

Beloved: [Angry sounding] Lucas!

[Beloved's voice is drowned out as there is a clap of thunder, startling Lucas awake]

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[If you don't wish to do or don't have any extra voices, here is an alternative way to open the audio]

-The alternative opening starts here-

[A soft, forest-like soundscape, bubbling brook and birds singing. That fades out as a thunderstorm rolls in. Then, a very loud crack of thunder startled Lucas awake. ] 

-The alternative opening ends here-

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Lucas: [Frantic] My Love!!

[There is a storm outside Lucas's cottage. The Cat meows in response]

Lucas: [Confused] That…that cat from before? [Takes a deep breath] How on earth did you get in here, my friend?

[Cat meows and hops off the bed; Lucas follows them into the kitchen where Listener is cooking]

Lucas: [Slightly surprised] My-my dear? What on earth are you doing up? You-You should be resting that leg of yours.

Lucas: [To himself] Her leg healed faster than I thought…I was sure I didn't focus on the healing spell that long-

[Lucas's stomach growls]

Lucas: [Slightly embarrassed] Ah! Forgive me...might I know what it is that you are making? It smells wonderful!

[Listener answers, they are making pancakes]

Lucas: Pancakes? [Surprise chuckle] Well, that is something I haven't had in many years; I tend to make simpler things for breakfast, porridge, and the like.

[More kitchen noise, the kitchen utensils taping on plates as pancakes are transferred onto a plate]

Lucas: Well, they look wonderful-

[Lucas gets cut off as Listener lightly smacks his hand away from the plate]

Lucas: [Caught off guard] Wh-what was that for? I thought you were done?

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: [Being shooed off] Okay, okay, I'll go sit down! [Slightly playful] Forgive me, my dear. I didn't take you for the bossy type.

[Kitchen sounds]

Lucas: [Inner thoughts] Something strange is at play here [Pause] That spell was only to ease the pain, but she still has a limp, so perhaps-[Cut off]

[Cat meows]

Lucas: [Annoyed 'Tsk]

Lucas: [Clearing his throat] My dear, how are you feeling? How is your leg?

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: Still sore, I see, Well! Then allow me to make you an herbal blend! Something that will help.

Lucas: [Inner thoughts] And something that should put you right back into that bed! I will not have you escape my grasp, not when the ritual night is close!

[Lucas gets up and walks over to his glass containers. Glass being moved around]

Lucas: [Under his breath] Damn it!

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: What? No-no, it's nothing. I just need to go out into the garden and restock a few herbs for that blend.

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: Ah, don't worry, my dear, the rain won't cause me to melt! [Short Laugh] I will be fine!

[Lucas walks, opens a door to the stormy outside, and walks out into the garden.]

Lucas: [Mumbling, annoyed]

[Rustling of plants, sudden thunderclap, and strike of lightning on a tree. A Branch falls onto Lucas]

Lucas: [Cry of pain] Ah!

[Ringing ears and the rest of the sounds have been muffled for a moment]

[Listener comes running out of the house]

Lucas: [Struggling a little] N-no, I am fine, just go back into the cottage- [Sharp intake] Ah! My-my damn shoulder!

[Listener tries to help]

Lucas: I said I was fine! I don't need help with my- [Angry] Don't touch me!! Get away from me! Go!

[Lucas shoves Listener and is trying to get to his feet, only to stumble and fall again]

Lucas: [Frustrated] Ah! Damn it!!

[Pause]

Lucas: [Bitter] I told you to leave me…

[Listener helps Lucas to his feet and leads him back into the cottage. Sitting him down on a chair, the fire sounding a little louder]

Lucas: What is that smell- [Shocked] The fire!

[Listener quickly runs over, trying to put the fire out, which they succeed in]

Lucas: [Bitter] What beautiful blessings the sprites give me! First, my shoulder, and now you almost burn my house down!

Lucas: [Sharp intake of air] N-no, I don't think it's broken.

[Shirt being removed]

Lucas: Wh-what are you doing?! I can remove my own shirt!

Lucas: [Grunting in pain, struggling with the Shirt] S-see?! [Letting out a gasp] Alright [Pause], fine, could you…please help…

[Shirt removed]

Lucas: [Grunt in pain] Y-yes, that doesn't look good-Ahh! Don't touch it!

[Footsteps]

Lucas: Where are you going?

[Glass containers being moved]

Lucas: [Taken aback] Well, yes, arnica and moon moss do work well with swelling

[Water being poured, and a wooden bowl is scraped, then the paste is applied to Lucas's shoulder]

Lucas: [Wince] N-no, you are being gentle. I just didn't realize how cold moon moss could be.

[Listener whispers something]

Lucas: [Surprises] What did you say?

[Listener says nothing, walking away]

Lucas: [Inner thought] That was most definitely a-[Cut himself off] No, no, that's not possible. No mortal would dare utter something like that, especially a child of a Witch Hunter. And yet…

Lucas: [Taking a sigh] Tell me, where did you learn about moon moss? It's not a common herb used by most mort-[Clearing throat] by most people. I once heard the Council call it the "Devil's Tears."

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: A friend? Keeping odd company, I see [Chuckle]

[Listener frowns]

Lucas: W-wait! I meant no offenses. I'm [Pause and sigh] sorry, I am sorry for many things. My actions towards you have been very uncalled for. I had no right to shove you like that or..or yell at you. And I am sorry my own brashness caused you to burn that wonderful breakfast.

[Plate being placed on the table]

Lucas: You say it's still salvageable? My dear, I say this with as much respect as I can muster. It looks like dragon droppings.

[Pause, before laughter]

Lucas: [Laughing] No? Then, by all means, why not take a bite?

[Pause, before crunchy chewing]

Lucas: [Playful] My dear, it looks like you are trying to swallow gravel. It hurts too much to watch, please. Stop.

Lucas: I can see that smile; you know I'm right

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: No, no, please don't apologize. It's quite alright. Here, let me check in the- [Tries to stand up, only wince in pain] Ah! Turned too quickly on that one.

[Listener speaks]

Lucas: I was trying to get up and see if I still had my jar of dried fruits in the pantry.

[Listener walks to the pantry and opens the door]

Lucas: My dear, please, let me look for them. I am the one who should be looking after you, not the other way around.

[Listener says they don't mind]

Lucas: Well, if you insist.

[Listener walks back over and opens the jar]

Lucas: [Deep breath] Ah, apricots, I haven't had these in ages, in fact [Pause, softly] I think this the last jar they made [Trail off]

[Listener asks if "they" was the one that used to go to the festival with]

Lucas: [Softly] Yes…they were the ones I used to go to the festival with [Pause], the one that isn't around anymore. Yes.

[Listener asks if they are dead]

Lucas: [Getting a little more upset] Yes, they died

[Listener asks how]

Lucas: [Upset] What are you?! A Red Inquisitor?! What business of yours to pry and pry!!?

[Listener apologizes, and saying they understand]

Lucas: No! No, you don't understand! You understand nothing!! [Braking down] You don't know what it's like to be helpless! You don't know what it's like to be afraid! To return to a pile of ash that was the home you had built together! To see…to see a corpse so bloated as it hangs in the tree that you can't even recognize those eyes you fell in love with! You understand nothing!

[Getting to his feet, wincing in pain]

Lucas: [Inner thought] But you will. I'll make you understand!

[Walking into another room, slamming the door, leaving Listener alone]

End of Part 2

[georgiacooked]

"....Can I have a Cigarette?"

So remember when I said I wanted to try sketches for every episode of TMA...

[theholmwoodfoundation]

Welcome to the Holmwood Foundation

Sanguis Vita Est

The Holmwood Foundation is a Found Footage Horror-Fiction Podcast created by Fio Trethewey @fiotrethewey (Big Finish: Gallifrey War Room, 18th Wall Productions) and Georgia Cook @georgiacooked (Big Finish: The Eleventh Doctor Chronicles, Gallifrey War Room, BBC Books, The Dracula Daily Sketch Collection). It is a modern day sequel to the gothic novel Dracula. 

What is the Holmwood Foundation about?

Our story follows Jeremy Larkin (Played by Sean Carlsen) and Maddie Townsend (Played by Rebecca Root), two co-workers at the mysterious Holmwood Foundation, as they are possessed by the ghosts of Jonathan and Mina Harker, and embark on a road trip across the country in an effort to achieve their ghost's wishes: to stop Dracula once and for all. This is a story about identity and self discovery, family loyalty and devotion, all wrapped around a nightmare of a road trip with a rejuvenating severed head, incredibly sincere Victorian ghosts, and an analogue recorder. (Content Warnings for blood, horror themes and possession)

Where can we listen to The Holmwood Foundation?

Find our pilot episode on Acast, here:

If you like what you hear, please consider donating to our Kickstarter to fund the rest of season one:

Once crowd funded, we hope to release the first season in Spring 2025. Follow for further updates as production progresses!

Social Media Links here: https://linktr.ee/theholmwoodfoundation

Who are the Cast and Crew?

The Holmwood Foundation are proud to present the cast and crew for our pilot episode: Across the Moors.

Rebecca Root as Maddie Townsend and Mina Harker, and Sean Carlsen as Jeremy Larkin and Jonathan Harker.

Other voice talents include:

Samuel Clemens as Arthur Jones Becky Wright as Thrall & Phone Voice Jessica Carroll as Newsreader Luke Kondor as Robert Swales and featuring Attila Puskas as Dracula

Joining our crew we have Samuel Clemens as Director, Katharine Armitage as our Script Editor and Benji Clifford as our Sound Engineer and Designer

Extra Content:

Between now and October, we will slowly be sharing small pieces of related content related to the Holmwood Foundation. These might be emails, or obituaries, maybe even interviews. Follow the links below to find all of that content together:

Frequently Asked Questions Production Updates OOC Answered Asks Extracts Foundation Emails Holmwood Foundation Art

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Gaslighter? I hardly know her!

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[gothamite-rambler]

Kids always know how to piss off their older sibling

inspired got this from a video online

Jason (13): Hey, how old are you again?

Dick (19) (playful): I—Wait, guess.

Jason (incorrectly guessing): Hm… 30?

Dick (shocked): WHAT?! THIRTY?!

Bruce covered his mouth, chuckling dryly.

Bruce: Yes, yes, you're right, Jason. He’s thirty.

Dick (enraged): I am not! Thirty?!

Jason (alarmed but laughing): Why are you yelling at me?

Dick (hurt emotionally): That’s so far off!

Jason (apologetic): Sorry, you just look… old.

Dick (wounded verbally): OLD?!

Bruce laughed harder, covering his eyes and shaking his head. Jason joined in as Dick's face turned red.

Dick (angry): Bruce, did you put him up to this?!

Bruce (amused): Nope, that was all him. He guessed the same age for me!

Dick (squeaky voice): You think we’re the same age?!

Jason (messing with him now): Are you older?

Dick: I'm 19! How does that even make sense? I was HIS Robin!

Jason (sheepishly): I'm 13! You look the same to me! You must have one of those… old souls.

Jason and Bruce burst out laughing enjoying the moment and Dick's embarrassed.

Bruce: This is the best day ever.

Jason (innocently): Are you sure you’re not at least 27?

Dick (red-faced, loud, shrill): I will not be insulted by a teenager! I'm leaving!

Jason (waving goodbye): Sorry!

Dick stormed off, grumbling.

Jason (to Bruce): I said he looked 30, not exactly like the Crypt Keeper!

Bruce: I know, Jason. He’s sensitive about that. You’re not wrong, but me?

Jason: Honestly, yeah—30. I’m sticking with that.

Bruce handed Jason a 50-dollar bill.

Bruce: You’re a good kid.

Jason: And you give me money when I’m nice, so that helps!

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[grim-has-issues]

Albus York is so unserious. A man has died and brother goes,

“When I’m a prick, it’s sexy. When you’re a prick, ehhhhh.”

[writer-by-the-sea]

Highly requested, a Sleep Aid with Elliott from Stardew Valley. Listen, and relax, and drift off to sleep as he tells you a bedtime story, writes with his feather quill, and (awkwardly/randomly) sings softly to you.

Please note, there are two versions of this upload, the first with his quill and the second without. The version with is myself writing with a glass pen, but you can hear noise in the background that I personally don't like.

Also, if you would like to send me a little gift, you can do so here (Amazon).

Script below if needed.

Enjoy, and sleep well!

Ah, I’m sorry, did I wake you? 

I had an idea for my next novel and wanted to get started. 

However, I can come back to bed– 

No? Are you sure, darling? 

I don’t want to keep you up. 

Oh, you were already having trouble sleeping? 

I’m sorry, my love. I wish I could help. 

My quill is soothing? That’s very cute. 

Would it help if I were to count sheep for you? 

1 sheep 

2 sheep

3 sheep– 

Haha oh you, don’t give me that look! Haha do you have any other ideas? 

Hm.. 

A bedtime story? 

Sure, darling. Anything to help. 

Let’s see.. 

The story begins on a beach, in the middle of nowhere, with very few around to enjoy it. 

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, where the only sound you hear are the waves as they push and pull away from the sand, and the occasional seagull cawing in the distance. 

On this beach lived a man, alone in the world and terrified of starting life over. 

You see, he was born and raised in the city; accustomed to never seeing the stars at night, always on guard for what may lurk in the shadows, never having his own privacy even in his tiny apartment. 

He fled from his childhood home at a young age, never looking back, and never speaking to his family again. However, his dreams of becoming a writer were quickly squashed by the constant noise that surrounded him. That and the absurd cost of rent. 

And thus, he moved to the beach with nothing but a suitcase, a heart full of dreams for the future,.. and a severe case of writer’s block.

While he worried that this was a mistake, that he had wasted his tiny bit of savings for a tiny shack on the beach– as soon as he arrived, he knew this was the right decision. 

Perhaps he would never accomplish his dreams of writing a bestseller; but being here on the beach, with new neighbors, new friends, and new.. Love…

He finally felt he was home. 

It’s such a funny thing, in all of his years, he had no idea what home truly felt like. This warmth that wraps itself around your chest, squeezing you every day as a reminder that you’ve finally found the one place where you belong. 

Hah I feel the story is quite obviously about myself….

I was only living here a year or so before you arrived. Filled with similar dreams as my own, to get away from the city and start your life anew. 

Honestly, I think I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. 

And while I was perfectly happy to spend the rest of my days as a bachelor living on the beach; I never, in my entire life, felt this way about another person. 

I don’t think I could live a single day without you in my life, otherwise I may perish. 

I look forward to waking up with you beside me every morning, your eyes heavy with sleep and filled with sand, your face buried into your pillow as if you were attempting to plant your own head into the cool silk, your yawn as you finally wake and smile back at me.. 

Yoba, I must be the luckiest man alive to have you. I love you. 

As tempting as it is to kiss your cheek, it seems that you have finally fallen asleep. 

Goodnight, my love. 

…

……..

…………

Would it be unreasonable for two strangers to fall in love in a single day? 

….

Well, I fell for you in the span of 3 whole seconds; so I don’t see why not. 

[dominimoonbeam]

Not a question but… I read one of your darlingxsam fics awhile ago on ao3 and then a few months later I saw you credited under jouska’s video and when I say I lost my shit when I realized those amazing works of fiction were both from you!! I absolutely adoreee start dust and cosmic and I’ve had a blast reading the non-audio version too!! Anyway thanks for the amazing work and always somehow knowing exactly what i want to happen lmao🫶🫶

Thank you so much! This made my morning! I really loved writing the audio scripts and am hoping to do more this year. Stardust and Cosmic is so much fun to write from a script to full scenes. It's another new experience in writing and I am looking forward to continuing it!

Hope you're having a great day!

Thanks again for the kind words. <3 <3

[winged-unicorn-trash-can]

She wants to see the world~

[georgiacooked]

So excited to be able to announce another Big Finish project from early next year! You can pick up my story "The Clockwork Swan" in the new Call Me Master boxset, starring Sacha Dhawan, in February 2025.

What an amazing actor to write for, and what a crew of fellow writers, actors and producers! I couldn't be more thrilled to be part of this set.

MORE INFO AVAILABLE HERE

EPISODE INFORMATION BELOW THE CUT

Master of disguise, disarray and disorder. The Master has always enjoyed creating chaos, but this incarnation revels in it more than most.

A new Master is unleashed upon the universe, and he is taking his time - and pleasure – in finding out exactly who he is...

Self-Help by Robert Valentine The Master is having a crisis of the existential variety.

While he may have a classic diabolical scheme on the go, the dastardly Time Lord's latest incarnation isn’t quite feeling himself. In fact, he’s not even sure who he is anymore. He needs help. But can he help himself?

The Clockwork Swan by Georgia Cook Opening night is approaching for the latest presentation at cultural theme park Historica Dramatica: Earth-set whodunnit The Clockwork Swan. But cast and crew are being murdered...

Enter a mysterious stranger. Who better to solve the crime than galaxy-renowned detective LeMaitre? Only, LeMaitre isn’t all he seems...

The Good Life by Una McCormack On a distant Island, a group of holy men and women work together to keep the Balance. Elta, one of the Shore-folk, has come to learn. But there’s a new man on the Island – the first in living memory – and it’s not clear whether he’s saint or sinner.

Is it only coincidence that the weather seems more changeable these days? That people are angrier and turning to violence? Where, wonders Elta, is this all heading – and does the stranger even know himself?

[redacted-vibes]

Lasko rn

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I saw @qourmet's young madam lan art, and knew what I had to do.

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason Todd when he got his gun permit in New Jersey.

*based off the scene from Women Who Kill*

Gun shop owner (bored): How may I help you?

Jason (21): I need to buy a gun.

Gun shop owner (surprised): You have a permit?

Jason slapped that piece of paper on the counter with a grin.

Gun shop owner (eager he doesn't seem to be a criminal): Oh my God, this is real?! All right! Let's get started.

Jason: I'm going to like this place.

[liarsandleechespod]

As we begin preparations for our second season, we are looking to expand the Liars & Leeches crew with an editor that can help us edit our upcoming crowdfund and second season scripts. If you're an editor that loves audio dramas and horror, we'd love to hear from you!