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On Somewhere on the Screen is a film and television podcast hosted by three friends and artsy people -- Nicholas Westemeyer, Joseph Reese, and Christopher Moss. Each cycle, we'll choose an upcoming film or TV show to cover and choose three pieces to examine leading up to which we think will be vital to understanding the film. Then, we'll finish the cycle by talking about the big release in resplendent glory and see just how far off we were with our predictions of what would be important and more importantly, what we thought of the thing!Above all else, we're here to have fun and enjoy talking ...

The sky was not just a vast expanse of blue and white—it was a battlefield, a kingdom, and a graveyard all at once. Floating islands drifted lazily across the heavens, tethered only by the unseen forces of the wind and magic. Airships, both grand and rickety, dotted the skies like seagulls, soaring from one island to another, carrying merchants, explorers, and the most feared of them all—pirates.

The midday sun cast a warm glow across the bustling Skyport town of Gear Haven, where cobblestone streets hummed with life. Massive airships with gleaming brass hulls and billowing sails hovered above, casting long shadows over the city. Steam hissed from pipes, and the sharp clang of metal on metal echoed through the air. Traders shouted from their stalls, displaying intricate mechanical trinkets, and travelers swapped stories of distant floating isles over cups of steaming tea. In the corner of the main square stood a modest repair shop, its sign swinging lazily in the breeze.

Struggling author Ethan Graves had always dreamed of becoming a bestselling author. Ever since childhood, he had found solace in words, the magic of storytelling, and the worlds he could create on the page. But the reality of being a writer was far less glamorous than he had imagined.

A sharp, throbbing pain lances through her skull as she slowly regains consciousness. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and something floral—jasmine, maybe. She blinks, disoriented, her vision swimming as she stares at an unfamiliar ceiling. The room around her is dimly lit, the soft hum of a refrigerator the only sound. A lamp flickers in the corner, casting restless shadows across the walls. Panic gnaws at the edges of her thoughts. Where am I? She sits up abruptly, wincing as a wave of dizziness crashes over her. Her limbs feel stiff, as though she hasn’t moved in hours.

The sky over Blackwater was an ominous shade of gray, thick clouds rolling in like a funeral shroud. The townspeople stood on the outskirts, their belongings packed into carts and trucks, their faces etched with grief and uncertainty. Some whispered prayers while others stared in stony silence at the place they had called home. The flood was coming. Officially, the government had claimed it was necessary—Blackwater had been chosen as the site for a new reservoir, a decision made in the name of progress and prosperity.

Ellie was an extraordinary girl with an insatiable curiosity for the universe. While most children in her small, picturesque town spent their time playing outside or gazing at their smartphones, Ellie preferred to sit on the hill behind her family’s cottage, staring at the vast expanse of stars. She often wondered what it would be like to visit them. Was there life out there? Could she walk on an ice-covered planet or touch a glowing star? Questions like these filled Ellie’s mind and fueled her boundless imagination.

WE ARE THE ENERGY HOUR PODCAST!It costs you absolutely nothing to tune in and enjoy our engaging show, but ignoring it could end up costing you a significant amount in missed opportunities! We first embarked on this podcast journey with a strong commitment to the renewable energy space, initially believing our primary goal was to help everyone save the planet, embrace sustainability, and protect the majestic whales. However, as we delved deeper, we discovered that the rabbit hole of ideas and our creative energies led to even greater revelations and insights. After exploring this rabbit hole, ...

Freedom over Anxiety is a simple audiobook, with no jargon. You will find all the skills and tools you will need to break free of your anxiety and have control over it. No longer will you feel overwhelmed or battered by your anxiety. Change requires massive action. Freedom over Anxiety is simple and concise, meant to give you a clear path to your bliss. All in four steps!

Lily had always been a dreamer. While other children in her quiet little town spent their afternoons playing by the river, climbing trees, or chasing fireflies, Lily could always be found lying in the soft grass of Cloverfield Meadow, gazing up at the sky. She would watch the clouds drift lazily, imagining them as castles, ships, or giant fluffy creatures moving slowly. Some days, she saw staircases spiraling into the heavens, leading to lands unknown. Other times, she envisioned bridges made of mist, connecting different cloud kingdoms.

The crisp autumn air buzzed with excitement as five friends—Ethan, Lisa, Jordan, Mia, and Ryan—packed into an SUV, eager for a weekend escape from the chaos of city life. The plan was simple: a remote cabin by the lake, no responsibilities, and nothing but laughter, drinks, and late-night stories around a bonfire. The self-proclaimed group leader Ethan had planned the trip, promising an "off-the-grid" adventure. Lisa, his girlfriend, was all for it—an escape from work stress sounded perfect.

Detective Eleanor "Ellie" Graves had spent over a decade chasing shadows criminals who thought they could outsmart the law, killers who believed they were untouchable. But even in her years of experience, nothing had prepared her for this. She stood just inside the threshold of the apartment, the smell of stale air and faint traces of cologne lingering in the stillness. The place was too clean not in how obsessive people kept their spaces neat, but in a way that felt...unnatural. Sterile, as if someone had erased all signs of life before leaving.

Theodore Bellamy was a name spoken only in the most exclusive circles. His reputation as a master tailor had been carefully stitched together over decades, a testament to his skill and discretion. For those who wore his suits—politicians, aristocrats, business people who thrived in the shadows—his craftsmanship was more than just a luxury. It was a necessity. Every thread, every stitch, was precise, tailored not just to the body but to the wearer's life.

The house had always felt like a relic of another time. Elias Carter stood at the base of the grand staircase, staring up at the darkened hallway that led to the attic. The old house, nestled deep in the countryside, had belonged to his late grandfather, Arthur Carter, an eccentric historian and adventurer. With his grandfather gone, the house had fallen silent, a shell of its former self. The dust settled over the antique furniture, and the air carried the faint scent of aged books and weathered wood.

The town of Black Hollow was a place most people never heard of, tucked away between dense forests and forgotten roads. It had a single main street, a handful of local businesses, and a community where everyone knew each other’s names. It was a town where time seemed to move slower, traditions held strong, and the biggest excitement was the annual fall festival. But something had changed.

Dr. Evelyn Carter had spent years deciphering the silent stories left behind in bones. A seasoned forensic anthropologist, she had worked on countless cases, each a puzzle of fractures, scars, and secrets long buried beneath time and decay. But nothing had prepared her for what awaited on Blackwood Isle. The call had come late in the evening, just as she was packing up her office at the university. A frantic voice on the other end of the line—a local sheriff from a small coastal town—urged her to take the next available boat.

The Davis family was settling in for the night. It was a typical evening in their quiet suburban home Emma Davis hummed softly as she washed the last of the dinner plates while her husband, Mark, flipped through the channels on the television, searching for something worth watching. Their eight-year-old son, Jacob, lay sprawled on the living room rug, lost in a world of action figures, while their teenage daughter, Lily, scrolled through her phone, barely acknowledging the rest of the family. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, rustling the leaves in the darkness.

In the year 2142, humanity had reached extraordinary technological heights. Interstellar travel was no longer confined to massive spaceships or robotic probes. Jetpacks—once mere tools for short-distance flights on Earth—had been revolutionized into powerful, efficient machines capable of traversing vast distances of space. Our protagonist, Nova Carter, was a daring explorer in this brave new world.

Lena Whitmore had always been drawn to mystery. At just twelve years old, she had an insatiable curiosity that often led her to places she wasn’t supposed to be—abandoned houses, hidden tunnels under the school, and, most often, her grandfather’s attic.

The ocean holds many secrets. Beneath the rolling waves and sparkling foam are sunken ships, forgotten treasures, and mysterious creatures that human eyes have never seen. But the greatest secret lies deep beneath the Azure Ocean, hidden in a coral cave so well concealed that most people believe it’s only a myth. This secret is not gold, jewels, or any treasure you might expect. It’s something far more magical. It’s a library—a place filled with stories so powerful they can bring entire worlds to life. This is The Secret Library of Captain Seashell. Now, who was Captain Seashell?