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Goodnight: A Podcast Full of Stories!

Goodnight: A Podcast Full of Stories!

De: Connor J Casady
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A Limited Series of Public Domain Audiobooks. Read chapter by chapter weekday nights. Sunday through thursdays Begining at 6 pm.

All of the books we read are free from copyright and in the public domain.

When we were kids our parents or guardians would read to us and tell us storiesas we were relaxing and drifting off to sleep. In todays hustle and bustle it has gotten more and more difficult to find the time to read to kids let alone read to ourselves. This podcast is intended to serve as a way that kids from 3-143 can relax with a chapter read to them before bed.

Our narrator puts their 20+ years of theater experiance reading and bringing new life to favorite family classics like "Alice's adventures in wonderland & Through the Looking Glass" By Lewis Caroll and throwing in the occasional mature audiance book like "Lady Susan" by Jane austin.

Disclamer:

Just because the books are in the public domain in the united states does not mean they are in the public domain in your country. Please know your own local copyright laws. This podcast and any of its affiliates are not responsible for any fees incurred by listening to this podcast in a place where the works may still be in copyright.

(A FFW Production)

Copyright 2023 by Connor J Casady Arte Entretenimiento y Artes Escénicas Historia y Crítica Literaria
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  • Goodnight: A Podcast Full of Stories! Preview

    Goodnight: A Podcast Full of Stories! Preview
    Apr 21 2021
    A Limited Series of Public Domain Audiobooks. Read chapter by chapter weekday nights. Sunday through thursdays Begining at 6 pm. All of the books we read are free from copyright and in the public domain. When we were kids our parents or guardians would read to us and tell us storiesas we were relaxing and drifting off to sleep. In todays hustle and bustle it has gotten more and more difficult to find the time to read to kids let alone read to ourselves. This podcast is intended to serve as a way that kids from 3-143 can relax with a chapter read to them before bed. Our narrator puts their 20+ years of theater experiance reading and bringing new life to favorite family classics like "Alice's adventures in wonderland & Through the Looking Glass" By Lewis Caroll and throwing in the occasional mature audiance book like "Lady Susan" by Jane austin. Disclamer: Just because the books are in the public domain in the united states does not mean they are in the public domain in your country. Please know your own local copyright laws. This podcast and any of its affiliates are not responsible for any fees incurred by listening to this podcast in a place where the works may still be in copyright. A Quick thank you to the Bosel family for helping me with this trailer and to the creators of the creative commons sound effects used in this trailer. (A FFW Production)
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    3 m
  • Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Ch1

    Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Ch1
    May 2 2021
    Good Evening, This is the first chapter of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis Carroll. It is recomended that parents use their discression for all childrens media. only you know what your kid is ready to listen to. however our suggeston is that kids be the same age as Alice in the book at least 7. If you are not in the USA please take a look at your own countries copyright laws before consuming this media. Goodnight and its parent FFWProductions are not responsible for any fees or punishment incurred by consuming this media in a country where it is still in copy right. Hope you enjoy chapter 1 and have a Good Night If you want to read along you can do so below. CHAPTER I. Down the Rabbit-Hole Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice “without pictures or conversations?” So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!” (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled “ORANGE MARMALADE”, but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it. “Well!” thought Alice to herself, “after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!” (Which was very likely true.) Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? “I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?” she said aloud. “I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think—” (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) “—yes, that's about the right distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?” (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) Presently she began again. “I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think—” (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) “—but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?” (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke—fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) “And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.” Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. “Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!” (Dinah was the cat.) “I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at...
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  • Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Ch2

    Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Ch2
    May 3 2021
    Good Evening, This is chapter 2 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland By Lewis Carroll. It is recomended that parents use their discression for all childrens media. only you know what your kid is ready to listen to. however our suggeston is that kids be the same age as Alice in the book at least 7. If you are not in the USA please take a look at your own countries copyright laws before consuming this media. Goodnight and its parent FFWProductions are not responsible for any fees or punishment incurred by consuming this media in a country where it is still in copy right. Hope you enjoy chapter 2 and have a Good Night If you want to read along you can do so below. CHAPTER II. The Pool of Tears “Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); “now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!” (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). “Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure I shan't be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can;—but I must be kind to them,” thought Alice, “or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.” And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. “They must go by the carrier,” she thought; “and how funny it'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the directions will look! Alice's Right Foot, Esq., Hearthrug, near the Fender, (with Alice's love). Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!” Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door. Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said Alice, “a great girl like you,” (she might well say this), “to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!” But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall. After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came, “Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!” Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, “If you please, sir—” The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go. Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: “Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!” And she began thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age as herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of them. “I'm sure I'm not Ada,” she said, “for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, she's she, and I'm I, and—oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is—oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome—no, that's all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Mabel! I'll try and say ‘How doth the little—'” and she crossed her hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the same as they used to do:— “How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! “How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spread his claws, And welcome little fishes in With gently smiling jaws!” “I'm ...
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