COLD OPEN STORIES produces self-contained short audio dramas and narrated fanfiction set in the universe of Warhammer 40,000.
If you are interested in performing in one of our award-nominated full-cast productions, click here. If you are able to capture a listener’s attention on your own for more intimate listening experience, you’re in the right place.
How to apply
All levels of experience are welcome to submit a voice acting audition for COLD OPEN STORIES. Please note that you are expected to have a reasonable quality of audio and environment without noticeable background noise. If this is your first time auditioning, check out our Voice Acting Guides.
- Step 1: Send us a voice acting demo or recording of one of the sample reels below.
- Step 2: Record your audition in a single .mp3 or .wav
- Step 3: Attach your audition files with the subject “Narration Audition” to email@example.com
- Auditions submitted through social media will not be accepted.
Please include the following information in the body of your email so we can catalogue you for potential:
- First & Last Name
- Social media account where you can be found
- Genres of fiction you enjoy watching / hearing
- The name of a Short Fiction or Fast Fiction story you’ve enjoyed on the site and wish to audition for (optional)
‘Come on,’ he hissed. ‘Do you really need telling? Positions. All round defence. Now!’
Joshua scrambled to his feet, urging his men into a defensive perimeter around the edge of the plateau. Most of the section grasped what was required of them, but David seemed bewildered. Joshua dragged him into position and returned to the centre of the plateau.
Svejk ignored him. His pack was open on the ground beside him, and he was fiddling with a dinner-plate sized device that he’d laid out on the rock. A red light began to blink, and he sat back with a grunt of satisfaction. Joshua resisted the urge to ask questions.
‘Perimeter established, Corporal,’ he reported.
Waiting on the other side of the door was a Death Korps Commissar who was also stood to attention. She didn’t speak, even when the two men joined her. Marax squinted at the tinted goggles of her gas mask to see if she was staring at the Inquisitors or past them, but it was impossible to tell.
“I am Inquisitor Gorland and this is Inquisitor Marax. We have an appointment with the mistress, are you her?”
“Yessir, Inquisitors.” she said, her voice raspy from the filters in her mask, “I am Mistress Commissar Verlina. Welcome to Krieg, you honour us with your presence. With your permission, I will show you to our administratum office for your audit to begin.”
“That’s why we are here, Mistress. Shall we, Marax?” Gorland asked.
“No?” Gorland and Verlina said in chorus.
“Show me the wombs.” Marax said, his tenor voice lending authority to every syllable.
“Leave the paperwork to the Astra Administratum and their servitors. Show me the wombs, I have to see them for myself.”
Gorland’s face was painted in perplexion – if Verlina had a similar expression then it was hidden beneath her mask. Gorland’s eyes rolled.
Cheveyo felt the heavy harness drop into position, clamping around his shoulders and holding him in place. He could hear his hearts beating, their tempo slowly building as adrenaline was released into his system. There was going to be a fight soon, and his body was preparing for it. He took deep, measured breaths as the drop pod’s ramps raised up, enclosing him and four of his brothers within layers of metal and ceramic.
“Brothers,” he said over the squad vox-link, their signals glowing green on his display. He paused, unsure of what to say. This was not something they had ever prepared for. This was not something they had ever believed necessary. What could he say? They were Astartes. They would achieve their objective or die trying. No other result was possible. “May the Spirits watch over you,” he said finally. A chorus of replies answered him, and he closed his eyes and waited