Variant Frequencies was a monthly podcast of original fiction. Stories blending gothic horror with space adventure, dark fantasy with sci-fi, recalling the reality-bending vibes of The Twilight Zone, and offering something wholly unique that fits inbetween and outside. Our podcasts are fully produced, including talented voice actors and original music scores. Subscription is free. Entertainment and escapism are guaranteed.
When you look up on Christmas Eve and see a shape streaking across the night sky above the Failed Cities, it’s not Santa’s sleigh, it’s death incarnate, also known as Ferus… ***[...]
A botched deal. A quietly menacing, unholy, fatherly crime boss. A waking nightmare of small-time criminals, gothic bars, and neon churches. Johnny finds himself immersed in a dark, sinister underworld,[...]
This is part two of Jailhouse Rock by James P. Hogan. High above the stormy southern hemisphere of Mars, a routine cargo transport has turned into a high-stakes standoff between[...]
High above the stormy southern hemisphere of Mars, a routine cargo transport has turned into a high-stakes standoff between Skyguard soldiers and vicious mercenaries turned thieves. *** Written by James[...]
On a mission to tame a new world, man will turn against man, and even mother nature herself will have her say. *** Written by Carmelo Rafala Narrated by Rick[...]
Every twelve hours the light above his door burns bloody and bright. Every twelve hours a new batch rolls off the genetic assembly line, the saplings that will grow into[...]
Sometimes things go wrong. Sometimes dead wrong. But for the first time in their storied and bloody careers, Ferus is the one making decisions for The Feral Twins. His strength[...]
Boredom’s a dangerous thing when you’re one of The Feral Twins, and not even arson, kidnapping, and back alley crucifixions can relieve it. Ferus just wants one worthy opponent before[...]
Spend a night in the far reach with Sherk Maxwell, doctor of broadcast journalism. Sherk is humanity’s last voice of dissent, set forth on a mic and beamed out across[...]
Every night I strolled the same path, looking for him. The nights were getting colder. Even in the short time I was out, my fingers were aching from it, and[...]