The Floor is Lava (Part 3)
6/12/202611 min
Ammar and Rayna discovered that the mysterious playground brought every pretend game to life, and that the only way to stop the rising lava was to believe in a new game even more strongly than the last. But as the fiery playground transformed before them, they realized the strange boy might know far more about the playground’s magic than he was letting on. Storyland is a podcast that brings kids' stories to life for children of all ages. Dive into new worlds, adventures, and magic that spark the imagination! Enjoy original bedtime stories written by the podcast creator! Storyland is the perfect way to stay entertained and enchanted in a safe, clean environment where anything is possible. Fun for the whole family, Storyland ensures a delightful experience for everyone! Follow Us On Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/storylandpodcast Follow Us On Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/storylandpodcast Check out our website: https://www.storyland.press Subscribe On YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQZc-xjwUY88K3XTnID4OvQ Listen on Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/storyland-kids-stories-and-bedtime-fairy-tales-for/id1585221653 Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/3Xj17Nqo66TrtfKjrbhe2r #kidsstories #childrensstories #childrensbooks #audiostoriesforkids #storiesforkids #storiesforchildren #bedtimestories #bedtimestoriesforkids #fairytail #fairytales #kidsfairytales Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices
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[tense music] The lava crept closer to the boy's shoes. Amar wanted to yell, to tell him to move, to run, do anything. But the boy just stood there, hands in his pockets, like he was waiting for a bus or something. "Hey," Amar shouted. "It's gonna get you. Move." The boy looked down at the bubbling orange liquid creeping towards his feet, and then he looked back up with a little smile. "No, it's not," he said. And just as the lava was about to touch his shoe, it stopped. It wiggled, it hissed, but it didn't come any closer. Raina's mouth dropped open. "How did you do that?" "I didn't do anything," the boy said. "It's the playground. It only listens when you tell it what game to play." "What?" said Amar. The boy walked over and sat down and crossed his legs right in front of them, as calm as if they were on a picnic blanket instead of a rooftop above a sea of lava. "My name's Theo," he said. "And this playground, you might have noticed by now, it's not a regular playground." "You don't say," Raina muttered. Theo grinned. "I figured it out a