Saturday, January 24th, 2015

Drabblecast B-Sides episode 57, The Pain Peddlers, by Bo KaierThe phone bleeped. Northrop nudged the cut-in switch and heard Maurillo say, “we got a gangrene, chief. They’re amputating tonight.”

This story first appeared in Galaxy magazine, August 1963.
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier

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Monday, January 19th, 2015

Cover for Drabblecast episode 206, Creature, by Philippa JonesAnd so came Creature out of the wasteland and into the city, bouncing from hilltop to hilltop like a bulbous ballerina skipping across the knuckles of a great hand. He was big as the moon and black as the night, and he came crashing into the city like a silent meteor. The cityfolk watched his approach with wide eyes and open mouths, and then scattered like leaves…

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Originally published in Weird Tales #349, March/April 2008.
Episode Art:  Philippa Jones

Twabble:  “Prepare your souls the men and women of earth. All will be judged by his curving claw of might. Beware the Velocirapture! ”  by  Cranialwrench

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Saturday, January 10th, 2015

Drabblecast episode 347, Why I Hate Zombie Unicorns, by David FlettThe good news is, zombie unicorns almost never bite. The bad news is, even a tiny scratch from a zombie unicorn horn will turn you into a zombie. Mom discovered that by accident.

 

 

 

 

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This story first appeared in Shimmer #20, July 2014.
Episode Art:  David Flett
Read by:  Renée Chambliss

Twabble:  “I know they're watching. Waiting, expectant, in the walls and ceiling. I begin my performance, to rapturous applause. ”  by  pondspider

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Saturday, December 20th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 192, Rangifer Volans, by Bo KaierIn early December, Brad Miro walked into the office of his partner, Dr. John Estes, and said, “I’ve got our next target. It’s perfect. The public is going to love it.”

John closed his eyes. “I haven’t even finished writing the paper about the Mongolian death worm yet”

This Christmas Special episode of Drabblecast starts with Norm’s Lovecraft inspired take on “The Night Before Christmas”. The theme this week is a creepy yet festive take on Christmas. The feature lets us see the career of a successful crypto-zoologist. As we see Dr John Estes just recovering from discovering the Mongolian death worm when his partner wants to catch a flying reindeer. Norm discusses how it’s better not to believe, like in Santa… or the Mayans.

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A Drabblecast original story.
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier
Poem:  'Twas the Night (mp3)  by  Norm Sherman

Twabble:  “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus, and it became suddenly clear why I was the single teenager sporting a fluffy white beard. ”  by  CLP

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Friday, December 19th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 345, Cat With Blue Fur Trifecta, by Bo KaierA collection of stories from the Cat With Blue Fur Writing Contest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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All three stories are Drabblecast originals.
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier
Read by:  Norm, Sean Sorrentino, Nathan Lee

Twabble:  “The last man to live stares longingly back over the stars, racing light itself for one last glimpse of his long lost love. ”  by  Monday

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Sunday, November 23rd, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast B-Sides 54, The Lonely Child, by Melissa McClanahanSomething pricked Marla’s hand. Groggily, very much so, she turned over in bed and spoke to her husband.

“John,” Marla whispered, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice, “turn on the light. There’s a pin in the bed.”

“What?” Her husband rolled over in the dark, and she felt his elbow bump into her leg.

“John, there’s a needle. In the bed. With your baby. Turn on the light.” Her words were firm. John got up and turned on the light, looking at her unsteadily.


Episode Art:  Melissa McClanahan

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Monday, November 10th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 342, I'm Bill Kurtis, by E. C. IbesNate had expected the first serial killer. In fact the first thing he’d said to Kelly once their Ford rolled to a stop on the shoulder was, “This is serial killer country. We’re finished.” She made scaredy-cat eyes and drew a finger across her throat. “Finished,” he enunciated. She’d heard his bake before, something to the effect that certain places settled and then maybe recultivated to feel remote–the Wisconsin Northwoods, for example, or parts of Appalachia or, in this case, Tornado Alley–were stuffed silly with the dumped spent corpses that were the nuggets of serial killers’ labor. The type needed space to operate. So each tree in the Northwoods doubled as a headstone, each stalk of corn out here a memorial, and to hike cross-country through such territory was to traipse condemned through the densest kind of cemetery.

 

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This story first appeared in Surreal South '11. It has been reedited for the Drabblecast.
Episode Art:  E. C. Ibes

Twabble:  “Don't think of the worms crawling under your skin. No really. Don't. If you think about them, they get hungry, and breed. ”  by  Nocturnist

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