•  Feature:  Half a Conversation, Overheard While Inside An Enormous Sentient Slug  by  Oliver Buckram
  •  Drabble:  Motel  by  Soledad Sakamoto
  •  Genre:  Comedy  Sci-Fi  Strange

Tuesday, April 8th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast 320, Half a Conversation, Overheard While Inside An Enormous Sentient Slug, by Skeet ScienskiThank you, Inspector. I’m ready.

Yes, I understand my rights as a resident extraterrestrial. No, that won’t be necessary.

Of course. Ask me anything. I only wish to see justice done.

It grieves me to say so, but I concur. There’s no doubt about who murdered Lord Ash.

 

 

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First appeared in the Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, 2013
Episode Art:  Skeet Scienski

Twabble:  “The dragon ate me but did not destroy my amulet of protection. Still, after days of battling in intestines, I was pooped. ”  by  Algernon Sydney is Dead

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Sunday, April 6th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast B-Sides episode 42, Chrysalis, by Bo KaierDear Grandma,
Your letters beat me to Husa and I’ve told the computer to dole them out at the intervals that you sent them. I got no idea why I’m telling you that, since there’s zero chance you’ll read this. Helps me focus, I guess.

Cover art photography: David Reeves and Marina del Castell
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier

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  •  Feature:  How They Tried to Talk Indian Tony Down  by  Kage Baker
  •  Drabble:  Can't Live  by  ChicagoMike
  •  Genre:  Sci-Fi

Sunday, March 30th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast 318, How They Tried to Talk Indian Tony Down, by Kathleen BeckettThis happened about ten years ago, out at Tobin Farm.

Back in the sixties, somebody bought Tobin Farm for the purposes of holding a renaissance fair there during the summers. Off seasons it became a kind of commune for the people involved in putting on the fair. They lived modestly in sheds and trailers scattered on a hundred acres of oak wilderness back of the farm, collecting unemployment between fairs.

 

 

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Episode Art:  Kathleen Beckett

Twabble:  “Alarm forces Toad awake. He’s running late. Grabbing his keys there’s no thought of breakfast, he’d just eat on the fly. ”  by  Cumbrous&Unlovely

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Saturday, March 22nd, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 317, Doubleheader XIV, by Christine DennettYou do not know me yet, my love, but I can hear you in my future. You are there from the beginning–at first just a few stray notes, but your presence quickly grows into a beautiful refrain. I wish you could hear time as I do, my love, but this song was never meant to be heard. The future should be chronobviated, gathered up in feathery pink fronds with delicate threads that waver in and out of alternate timelines. The past should be memographed, absorbed into a sturdy gray tail that stretches back to the beginning of the universe. We humans have neither fronds nor tails, but when the Eternals wanted to talk to us, they found a way to work around that.

 

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Harmonies of Time and A Crown or Nails both first appeared on Daily Science Fiction.
Episode Art:  Christine Dennett

Twabble:  “The 3.14 Cafe is only open 12 hours a year, from 3:14 am to 3:14 pm on March 14th. The price is $3.14 for their special: cake. ”  by  afgrippan

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  •  Feature:  A Memory of Seafood  by  Tina Connolly
  •  Drabble:  A Traveller From a Distant Land  by  Nathan Lee
  •  Genre:  Sci-Fi

Sunday, March 16th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 316, A Memory of Seafood, by Kelly MaCavaneyThis week’s column is not about a restaurant, exactly, but about a memory. A distinct and painful memory, like a softened tooth you can’t help but poke at with your tongue to see if it still hurts.

A memory of seafood. (That sounds like one of those divine collections, doesn’t it, like a flight of starlings or a murder of crows? I remember when I was a mere seventeen, a slight but fully breasted slip of a girl, my best girl chums and I used to entertain the governor as he waited for his tea at the old tea house on Front Street—you Oolong afficionados, you remember it—and he affectionately called us “a flirtation of jailbaits”—but that’s neither here nor there.)

 

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First appeared in Yog's Notebook, 2007
Episode Art:  Kelly MacAvaney
Read by:  Angela Lee

Twabble:  “Midget zombies tore at the doors, their groans filling the bunker. “That’s the last time I read from the Micronomicon!” ”  by  Kbilly

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  •  Feature:  Heaven is a Place on Planet X  by  Desirina Boskovich
  •  Drabble:  In the End  by  Ken Galo
  •  Genre:  Sci-Fi

Friday, March 7th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 315, Heaven is a Place on Planet X, by Mary MatticeIt was 8:34 p.m. on a Tuesday, and it was almost the end of the world.

Actually, the world was expected to end on Friday, at precisely 5 p.m., eastern daylight time. This was not a forecast, or a projection: it was more like an appointment.

On Friday at 5 p.m. eastern, a thousand high-powered laser cannons would fire simultaneously from their hidden positions in outer space, instantly reducing Planet Earth to vapor and ash. At the exact same moment, the consciousness of every living human being would manifest itself on Planet Xyrxiconia. This planet was located a trillion light years away in a far-flung region of the universe Earth’s scientists had not yet glimpsed. There, on Planet X, humanity would find themselves in fresh bodies—remade vessels. These reincarnations would live eternally in a world of infinite luxury.

At least . . . that’s what the aliens claimed.

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Apocalypse Triptych
Episode Art:  Mary Mattice
Read by:  Folly Blaine

Twabble:  “"Seems like magic? Of course. Any sufficiently advanced technology does!" The nanobots finished their incantation. ”  by  Farseeker

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Monday, February 10th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast 312, Day Million, by CRNsurfOn this day I want to tell you about, which will be about a thousand years from now, there were a boy, a girl, and a love story.

 

 

 

 

 

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Originally published in Rogue Magazine, 1966.
Episode Art:  CRNsurf
Read by:  Mike Boris

Twabble:  “He said he loved me and he planted Flowers in my name. So, I kissed him until his toes curled. I'd loathed old Mrs. Flowers. ”  by  Algernon Sydney is Dead

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