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Friends and Devoted Listeners – Appaloosa Radio Online is ending its podcast series effective January 15, 2026, shifting our focus to our VIMEO and YouTube video channels. However, we will continue to maintain an archive of our previous audio stories for those who wish to re-visit them. As many of you know, we began as four friends who wanted to create audio theater together. With our partnership with the Sacramento Suburban Writers, we grew into a web host for original fiction, posting over 300 audio stories. “Where stories come alive” was our both our slogan and our operating maxim.  Now, we've expanded to include musical stories and contemporary music. Stories. Musicals. Songs. Join us in our new creative work. ~ Appaloosa Radio Online  ~    

Appaloosa Radio Offers A new musical story A Little Monkey Magic Act One   A whimsical musical journey to the early days of cartoon animation, featuring Jiminy, the ever-inquisitive, always impulsive, and incredibly funny organ grinder’s monkey, and his three animator friends at the Carousel Cartoon Company of Chicago.  It was 1934 during the very worst days of the Great Depression, and, unfortunately, the Carousel Cartoon Company of Chicago was forced to close. The three animators who had operated the company decided to store the nearly half-million ink drawings on transparent celluloid that they had created by hand in the safes of Vermont’s Old Stone Mountain Life Insurance Company. By saving these cels (as they were called), they hoped to someday begin re-animating cartoons, particularly their favorite character, Jiminy, the mischievous organ grinder’s monkey. Jiminy who so loved playing tricks and making people laugh. Even though he was now in fragments and  thousands of pieces, Jiminy’s unique anima kept doing his cartoon antics. His special monkey magic had not died. Filled with catchy tunes, laughter, and a dash of monkey mischief, this musical tale will have everyone dancing to the rhythm of courage, friendship, and a little bit of monkey magic.   A musical story in three acts.    Song List for Act One ·       Jiminy – King of Cartoon Comedy ·       Magic of India Ink Lines ·       I’m Still Me! ·       Through the Keyhole ·       My Love, Lillian ·       Whispers of Wonder ~Act One runs 41 minutes, 51 seconds

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  

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  

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.  

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.  

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.  

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.  

Science Fiction The Wine of Frogs by Anthony Marcolongo  Indefinite 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...

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.

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. === 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.

Peace and perpetual greetings! Featuring new tie-dye songs in the hip style of the early 1970s. Appaloosa Radio presents an original musical story   Surprise Valley  The hippie resort of perpetual happiness Here is a favorite song from ACT 2!  

The Road of Life Has Many Detours A 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.   ====== 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.