Saturday, March 1st, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast 314, The Blue Celeb part 2, by Matt Waisela“Get out of sight, Joe.” He hustled into the shop and locked himself in the bathroom. The first cruiser that pulled up had Frank Boone riding shotgun. Less than a minute later, the sidewalk was swarming with cops.

 

 

 

 

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Originally published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, January 2013.
Episode Art:  Matt Waisela
Read by:  Patrick Bazile

Twabble:  “Want a good reason not to fly? How about the new TSA rules? They’re insane. But at least the inspection gloves are ribbed. ”  by  awgifford

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Monday, February 24th, 2014

drabblecast_313_matt_wasielaWhen me and Joe got home from Vietnam, we went into business together, cutting hair. Bought a little shop in the old neighborhood and been there ever since. Back then, wisecracking Harlem barbers weren’t a cliche yet — at least not south of 110th Street.

 

 

 

 

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Originally published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, January 2013
Episode Art:  Matt Waisela
Read by:  Patrick Bazile
Music by:   My Hooptie by Sir Mix-a-lot

Twabble:  ““Check it out, I got her digits,” Nathan bragged to his friend Steven as he arranged her severed fingers on the tabletop. ”  by  Cutter McKay

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Saturday, February 8th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast B-Sides 39, Becca at the End of the World, by Forrest WarnerI nestle the video camera on its makeshift tripod, carefully centering my daughter’s image. She tucks her hair behind her ear and gives a strained smile. She is sixteen, and that hair is long and golden–kissed light brown and straight; she has the gangly grace only teenagers have, that sleek gazelle form. She is wearing khaki shorts and a striped tank top, and the bite mark on her arm is already putrefying.

Originally published at Apex Magazine.
Episode Art:  Forrest Warner

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Thursday, January 16th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast 310, The Ugly Chickens, by Bo KaierMy car was broken, and I had a class to teach at eleven. So I took the city bus, something I rarely do.

I spent last summer crawling through The Big Thicket with cameras and tape recorder, photographing and taping two of the last ivory-billed woodpeckers on the earth. You can see the films at your local Audubon Society showroom. This year I wanted something just as flashy but a little less taxing.

Perhaps a population study on the Bermuda cahow, or the New Zealand takahe. A month or so in the warm (not hot) sun would do me a world of good. To say nothing of the advance of science. I was idly leafing through Greenway’s Extinct and Vanishing Birds of the World. The city bus was winding its way through the ritzy neighborhoods of Austin, stopping to let off the chicanas, black women, and Vietnamese who tended the kitchens and gardens of the rich.

 

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Originally published in Universe 10, edited by Terry Carr, Doubleday 1980
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier

Twabble:  “Mommy, I’m really missing Daddy a lot. I know Sweet-Pea, but that’s only because he runs so much. Just keep on reloading. ”  by  Kbilly

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  •  Feature:  Happy Old Year  by  Tim Pratt
  •  Drabble:  On My Birthday  by  Chelsea Voulgares
  •  Genre:  Drama  Fantasy

Tuesday, December 31st, 2013

cover for Drabblecast 308, Happy Old YearThe night I met Elsie I was up on the roof of my apartment building with a bottle of Kentucky Gentleman, because it’s sort of like bourbon, but cheaper, and better at blotting out reality. Technically it wasn’t “my” building anymore since I’d been evicted and had to be gone by morning if I didn’t want sheriff’s deputies to dump all my possessions out on the sidewalk. Joke was on them — what possessions? Everything I could sell, I already had, in a vain attempt to keep up with rent. What remained was so crappy I couldn’t even give it away on Craigslist.

 

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A Drabblecast original. Pocket Pulp Project
Episode Art:  An anonymous art donor
Read by:  Matt Hayes

Twabble:  “Eternity was tedious. He would dream of oblivion. Friends was on TV again. It was the one where Ross & Rachel take a break. ”  by  ROU Killing Time

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  •  Feature:  Unbelief  by  Michael Marshall Smith
  •  Drabble:  Stay Warm This Christmas  by  Larry Hinkle
  •  Genre:  Drama

Thursday, December 19th, 2013
Warning:  Violence and explicit language

Cover for Drabblecast 307, Unbelief, by Oskar KunikIT HAPPENED IN BRYANT PARK, a little after six o’clock in the evening. He was sitting by himself in lamp shadow amongst the trees, at one of the rickety green metal tables along the north side, close to where the Barnes & Noble library area is during the day. He was warmly dressed in nondescript, casual clothing and sipping from a Starbucks in a seasonally red cup, acquired from the outlet on the corner of Sixth, right opposite one of the entrances to the park. He queued, just like any normal person: watching through the window you’d have no idea of who he was, or the power he wielded over this and other neighborhoods.

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Originally published in Stories: All-New Tales, edited by Neil Gaiman and Al Sarrantonio.
Episode Art:  Oskar Kunik

Twabble:  “Bigger stocking, more candy, thought Tim. He didn't get any candy, but everyone agreed the severed foot fit perfectly. ”  by  Varda

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  •  Feature:  The Next Logical Step  by  Ben Bova
  •  Drabble:  Exponential Growth  by  Derek Manuel
  •  Genre:  Drama

Wednesday, November 13th, 2013

Cover for Drabblecast episode 302, The Next Logical Step, by Philip Pomphrey“I don’t really see where this problem has anything to do with me,” the CIA man said. “And, frankly, there are a lot of more important things I could be doing.”

Ford, the physicist, glanced at General LeRoy. The general had that quizzical expression on his face, the look that meant he was about to do something decisive.

“Would you like to see the problem first-hand?” the general asked, innocently.

The CIA man took a quick look at his wristwatch. “O.K., if it doesn’t take too long. It’s late enough already.”

“It won’t take very long, will it, Ford?” the general said, getting out of his chair.

“Not very long,” Ford agreed. “Only a lifetime.”

 

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Originally published in Analog, May 1962.
Episode Art:  Phil Pomphrey
Read by:  Paul Harrington

Twabble:  “Just at shift change, when the crowd at the fire station would be extra large, Jonathan rushed in and screamed, "MOVIE!" ”  by  Strawman

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