The Secret’s Out. Done. Revealed. (Or, in which I talk about Audiosmiths)

Happy Monday people!

Why did I even say that. It’s Monday, for crying out loud.


It’s time I came clean about something I have been waiting to come clean about in…. forever, really. Destiny’s here, my friends. Or rather, the Audiosmiths are here.

Audiosmiths Channel Art

But what are the Audiosmiths?

I’ve been hinting at this for quite some time now. Both here and here, I mention secrets. In fact, you may have seen it on other blogs, but we’re here. Again, what are we?

Well, there was an idea, Liz knows this, called the Audiosmiths’ Radio Theater. The idea was to bring together a group of amateur actresses, bloggers, writers, and designers, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together to produce wholesome amazing entertainment the real showbiz never could.

About Audiosmiths_ Radio Theater

It’s my personal belief that the world needs good stuff again. It seems that a lot of people believe the only way to make people interested in a story is to add too much violence, too much not-kid-or-adult-appropriate stuff, and ignore plot, theme and story entirely. My Literature teacher would sigh at the popular stories now that aren’t much more than drabble, if you come to think about it.

What makes a story good or bad is the story itself.

And we’re here to offer new ones.

The art of storytelling is a gift, a gift anyone can practice to use for good. But there’s another gift, almost better. The gift of imagination. The ability to dream and to think and to laugh. Both were given by God, and it’s a sad day when these gifts are stifled and left dusty.

This is where we come in.

Our Crew

We’re not up there pros, (don’t I wish!) we might come a wee bit flat, and we’ll write stuff we dread editing sometimes, but we do love a good story. And we do love acting a good story.

So what are we gonna be doing, specifically? Audio dramas that we script, record, and splice ourselves. Our first drama was Izoria’s Choices, which you’ve probably already heard. It was more of a prequel, if you will. But our real, official, waaaayyy better sounding drama is an all new short called Christmas Chances, written by Madi and edited by yours truly.

Audiosmiths Christmas Chances TeaserYessiree, as our Christmas/Winter break gift to you, we’re debuting the first drama right before Christmas, for you and yours to enjoy, appreciate, suffer through, or utterly utterly hate. It’s all up to you!

We’ll be putting up our dramas on YouTube here, and for those of you who don’t use YouTube because reasons, I’ll be putting them up on a page on this blog, so no worries! 😀

It’s my hope that our attempts at making our stories come to life will give a boost to your imagination, and that in the end, we can put a smile on your face. We might put on tears too, hey, but you never know, right? 😉

Look out for various posts on your Reader (I.E. we’re doing a blog tour) to find out more about us, and get ready for our debut drama. We do hope you enjoy.

Audiosmiths LogoP.S.







I’m not exctited about this at all.


The Secret Thing I Was Working On, Pt. 1


Heyo people of the earth. *waves*

So you know how I’ve tossed put The Ugly Duckling reimagining on the shelf in exchange for this new, secret project I’ve kept under wraps? It’s finished now. 😀 And what is this secret project, and why am I so excited?

Lemme explain.

One of the many assignments I was compelled to complete was to write a dramatic one act, one scene play. I was told to go all out and reveal the main character’s characteristics. Then, after it was finished, I was supposed to publish it.

Now, if you’re anything but a homeschooler, that comes in easy for you- you can read it to your class. Even if ya go to co-op, it’s still something. But when you’re me, well, you have to be a lil smidge creative.

Hence posting the script on the blog. Hehe. But I digress, here it is, in all its nonexistent glory… Izoria’s Choice!


Izoria’s Choice- Act 1, Scene 1


  (The setting is a fine, fancy home, that some would call a mansion if it were thought of, in 1870s Boston. Izoria Rose is seated on an elegant couch next to Alistair Desmond, and the two are laughing.)


Alistair(just finished laughing): And might I say you look simply stunning, Miss Rose? As far as I have seen there is no other lady in all of Boston with looks to equal yours.


Izoria(flattered): You’re quite the charmer, Mr. Desmond.


Alistair: Why, the only one who’s a charm is you, my dear.




[Alistair is about to say something seriously, when Louisa comes in.]


Alistair:(in a serious tone) You know, Izoria, we’ve never really discussed-


Louisa:(walks in suddenly, interrupting Alistair and startling both Izoria and Alistair) I’m sorry to interrupt! I just received a telegram for you, Miss Rose.


Alistair:(is slightly annoyed)Child!Of course you should be. Now-


Izoria:(smiles and responds kindly, interrupting Alistair)Alistair, it’s quite alright. (to Louisa) Who’s it from, dear?


Alistair:(mutters to himself)She should be calling me dear..


Louisa:A man named Kintly, from..(looks at paper)Oklahoma. Shall I leave it out on your table?


Izoria:Would you kindly read it for me, if that’s all right? I’d hate to keep whoever he is waiting.


Louisa: Of course,Miss Rose. (rustles paper as she starts to read)(reads out loud) To whom it may concern, stop. This is a friend of Erie Rose, stop.


[At the mention of Erie Rose, Izoria is taken by surprise.]


Izoria(gasping): Erie Rose? Are you sure that’s the name?


Alistair(in concern): What is it my dear? What has forcibly come into your heart and has left you so? Will I need so summon a doctor,my flower?


Louisa(matter of factly): I’m very sure.


Izoria(trying to be calm):Oh, I’m alright. It’s not(sighs) every day a friend of the father that.. (hesitates)disowned you sends word by telegram, of all things.(hurriedly) Do read on, please, Louisa.


Alistair(alarmed): Disowned? How is-


Izoria: Hush, Louisa is reading.


Louisa:(aloud) Send word to Izoria Rose that her father is dying, stop. She must come by the time she hears of this, stop. He must see her one last time, stop. (is done) That’s it, Miss Rose. Are- are you alright, really? (is worried) You look pale.


Izoria(shaking): Am I?(suddenly raises her voice)What more does he want from me?


Alistair(tries to calm Izoria down): Now, now, my dear, don’t make a fuss. I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation to all things.


Izoria(raises her voice): But you don’t understand! Erie Rose is my father!


Louisa(pipes in): I knew that.


Alistair: And I surmised,my flower. Tell me- tell us, what leaves you so drained of blood, of life, of your very spirit?


Izoria(exhales): My mother died giving birth to me. Father-(sighs,sniffles) he’d take his grief out on me, never happy in whatever I did, even if it was to please him.(muses, as if to herself) I always thought he cast me off entirely after he moved to the West and disowned me..


Louisa(taken aback): Oh no, I’m so sorry!


Alistair(tries to comfort as eloquently as possible): Oh Izoria! My love, my dear, my all! What is cruelty to leave you so, what-


Izoria(hasn’t paid attention to Alistair’s spiel)(murmurs):And now,after everything he’s put me through, he’s finally leaving this life. What could he possibly want to put me through now? I’ve suffered enough.


Alistair:Then send word that you won’t come to see him, it’s as simple as that. Nobody should suffer seeing an abuser, especially yourself!


Izoria: But,(pauses)it might be something important. A last order,or a will. (gets mad) What do I care for his words? That’s all they are and all they will ever be!


Alistair: Precisely, my gem among common stones. (to Louisa) Louisa, darling, prepare pen and paper, won’t you please?


Louisa: Yes, sir. (about to go off when Izoria stops her)


Izoria(suddenly): No, wait. I- (sighs) He’s still my father. I should go see him, especially if it’s his death I’ll come to.(to Louisa)Would you fetch my trunk, dear?


Louisa: Yes, Miss Rose. (walks out)


Alister(protesting): Absolutely not! You should be with someone you really love, not a man who’s maltreated you and left you on your own.
Izoria(sounds like she’s crying but determined): I do love you- but as long as I never see him again, I can brave it out I’m sure. (sighs with force) As long as I never see him again.


 I don’t write romances. I hate them. 😛 But oh well. Thoughts? Opinions? Death threats? Lemme know. And remember– there’s a possible part 2. 😉 Have a great day!