The Tale of DJ Flip

Shadows Beneath the Surface Part One 4:6:26 10.49 PM

Story: Shadows Beneath the Surface Part One Story by: Gail Nobles Podcast CoverBy: Gail Nobles Meanwhile DJ Flip was hiding in the bushes watching Sphinx Bazel get beat up by the Navy Men. They punched and kicked him but Sphinx Bazel was tough. Flip saw the retired group of Navy Men that he hired to spy standing with Amarah. Flip heard the Captain say: Tell us where Flip is. Sphinx Bazel: I told you, I do not know where the man is. I don’t even know how I got way out here in Africa. We were swallowed beneath his floor at his house in the U.S. I don’t remember anything else. Captain: Swallowed beneath the floor. Sphinx Bazel: You can believe it or not. That’s what I said. Captain: Oh I believe you or we wouldn’t be standing here now. We came all this way to get you because I know something’s not right. Sphinx Bazel: Well, if you’re asking me, you’ve got the wrong man. It’s Flip. As a matter of fact, he’s got the right name. Somehow, he has flipped the whole world around. The Captain began to walk back and forth with his hands behind his back looking at Sphinx Bazel and looking at Amarah. He said to Amarah: And you said you saw some - some sea monster. Amarah: Yes, believe it or not. It happened. As DJ Flip hid in the Bushes spying on everyone trying to hear what everyone was saying he thought: I have caused Amarah great misery. How did I get into this mess? How do I get out? DJ Flip sneaked on board the captain’s ship. . He crouched beneath a pile of old tarps on the ship, the salty sea breeze carrying the whispers of the Navy Men across the deck. He could hear the Captain's relentless questioning grow more intense as Sphinx Bazel clung to his story, desperately trying to convince the Captain that he did not know where Flip had vanished to. Hours passed, and as dusk began to cast long shadows across the deck, Flip felt the tension thicken. The ship was anchored just offshore, the moonlight glinting off the water like scattered diamonds. Flip's heart raced. He needed to act, but how? He couldn't come out of hiding just yet—not with Amarah and Sphinx Bazel in the crosshairs. You're listening to the Tale of DJ Flip. Story by Gail Nobles © 2026. DJ Flip

Amarah’s Escape & Sphinx Bazel Found 11:4:25 4.19 PM

Story: Amarah's Escape & Sphinx Bazel Found Story by: Gail Nobles © 2025 Cover Illus. by: Gail Nobles Amarah awoke the Captain as she charged at the drunk Navy man, shouting. After delivering a swift kick, the Navy man tumbled to the floor. Retrieving her baton, Amarah directed the Captain to her cabin to explain the situation. She told him that the Navy man had attempted to steal from her. The Captain instructed two guards to detain the drunken sailor, stating, “I’ll handle him in the morning. He’s had too much to drink.” Once everyone left Amarah’s cabin, she stepped outside for some fresh air and signaled to the ship that was trailing them. The retired Navy men recognized her signal and sent a lifeboat to her. Kim boarded the lifeboat, making her escape. She climbed aboard the other ship, relieved to see her husband’s friends, hopeful that they would locate her husband before the other crew could. The next morning, the Captain discovered that Amarah was missing. He sensed that the other ship was following him, but his primary concern was finding her husband, not Amarah. Upon their arrival in Africa, the Captain reassured Amarah that her husband would be located, warning her to refrain from any foolishness. The Captain quickly tracked down  Sphinx Bazel who had been missing with Flip. He shackled the large man and brought him aboard their ship, where he towered over the rest of the crew. They tried to extract information about Flip from him, but he insisted he didn’t know where he was. The Navy men resorted to punching and harassing him, leaving Amarah increasingly worried. DJ Flip

Amarah’s Baton 8:17:25 8.10 PM

Story: Amarah's Baton Story by: Gail Nobles © 2025 Cover Illus. by Gail Nobles Amarah’s anxiety and anger increased with each passing moment. The Navy was searching her home for her husband DJ Flip, they had uncovered the truth about the colossal seahorse monster, and they were also searching for Sphinx Bazel. They intended to take Amarah in for questioning. Amarah remained calm, hoping they would locate her husband, and decided to accompany them to address their inquiries. She brought her baton with her, which served not only as a weapon but also as a phone and could be extended. She anxiously awaited a call from her husband. All she could tell the Navy personnel was that her husband had vanished with the seahorse monster and Bazel into the underground level. The officers kept Amarah away from her home for a while as they conducted their investigation. The Navy discovered a trail leading from the underground floor. They boarded their naval ship to pursue the three individuals they were searching for. Amarah was aware that some of the Navy personnel were corrupt, while others, retired and serving on another ship, were good friends with her husband. Amarah asked, “Where are we going?” Captain Bill replied, “To Africa.” The ship navigated the river near the mountains where Amarah lived. Meanwhile, the retired Navy crew followed behind on another ship, hoping to locate Flip first. Amarah journeyed alongside Captain Bill and his crew, wishing to join the retired team on their ship. During the voyage, Amarah rested in her cabin alone. When she awoke, she found one of the Navy men searching through her duffle bag. He was drunk and trying to take her baton. “Put that back!” Amarah shouted. She was skilled in reclaiming the baton from the intoxicated man and was well-versed in using it. That night, she charged at him, causing him to cry out in pain and wake the captain. You're listening to the Tale of DJ Flip. Story by Gail Nobles © 2025 DJ Flip

Sphinx Bazel in Africa 2 7:22:25 6.00 PM

Story: Sphinx Bazel in Africa 2 Story by Gail Nobles © 2025 Illustration by Gail Nobles Days turned into weeks. The women, their initial fear slowly giving way to curiosity, brought Bazel food: fruits he didn't recognize, roasted tubers, and sometimes, small, cooked animals. One day, the eldest woman, the one who had saved his life, approached the cage. She held out a clay bowl filled with water. Instead of just setting it down, she knelt, her eyes meeting his. She dipped a cloth into the water and gently wiped his face, removing the grime and sand that had accumulated. It was a simple act of kindness, of recognition, of shared humanity. Bazel reached out and gently took the cloth from her, mirroring her action. He washed his own face, then offered the cloth back to her. A small, hesitant smile flickered across the woman's face. Over time, understanding bloomed. He learned to communicate in simple ways, drawing in the sand, using gestures, slowly picking up a few words of their language. He learned about their lives, their traditions, their fears, and their joys. He helped them with their crops, sharing knowledge from his world, and in turn, he learned from them the ancient wisdom of survival and strength. One day, after many moons had passed, the woman approached the cage. She held a knife. Fear gripped Bazel, but he saw not malice in her eyes, but sorrow. With a silent nod, she cut the vines that held the cage together. He was free. He could have left, returned to his old life, told his incredible story. But something had changed within him. He had learned something profound about the human spirit, about the power of compassion, about the interconnectedness of all things. He chose to stay. He had found a new home, a new family, a new understanding of himself and the world. The cage that imprisons us is not always made of vines or bars. Often, it is built of fear, prejudice, and a failure to recognize the shared humanity in those who seem different. True freedom comes not from escape, but from the willingness to see beyond our own limitations and to embrace the kindness that can be found in the most unexpected of places, even within the faces of those we initially fear. For it is in understanding the "other" that we truly understand ourselves, and only then can we unlock the cage that binds our hearts. You're listening to The Tale of DJ Flip. Story by Gail Nobles © 2025 DJ Flip

Sphinx Bazel In Africa 6:27:25 5.19 PM

Story: Sphinx Bazel in Africa Story by: Gail Nobles © 2025 Illustration by: Gail Nobles Sphinx Bazel traveled extremely fast speed down one of the streams emerged from the aquarium room floor below through a tunnel fighting the seahorse monster. He nearly drowned and alone ended up in Africa. The sea monster had magical powers that caused instant teleportation. Bazel’s body laid on the sand. Some African women stood around him. To them, Bazel was handsome. The eldest of the women gave him CPR. His brain was suffering from lack of oxygen. She tried to restore oxygen flow. The Egyptian nearly drowned. The women feared Bazel as he opened his eyes and came through, and they put him in a large cage to feed him. Bazel woke with a gasp, sand clinging to his eyelashes. He coughed, seawater sputtering out of his lungs. Blinking, he focused on the dark faces peering through the bars of a cage woven from thick vines. Confusion warred with terror. He remembered the aquarium room, the surge of water, the bizarre seahorse monster… and then nothing. Now, he was here, a strange, gawked-at specimen in a foreign land. You're listening to The Tale of DJ Flip. Story by Gail Nobles © 2025. DJ Flip