Tuesday, January 8th, 2013

Cover for Drabblecast episode 268, I Only Am Escaped Alone to Tell Thee, by Steve Santiago Whatever you do, don’t call me Ishmael.

Don’t call me anything at all. Give me my pint of piss-poor ale and leave me be in this yellowed corner where men relieve themselves when they are too lazy to make three extra stumbling steps to the streets of Nantucket. I am done. Finished. Come to this hole to die—and if you insist on speaking to me, I’ll find a deeper hole than this dying excuse of a whaling town can offer…

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Originally appeared in The Book of Cthulhu II, (Oct 2012). Escapepod, The Dribblecast, Guild of the Cowry Catchers, Norm's CD
Episode Art:  Steve Santiago
Read by:  Graeme Dunlop

Twabble:  “The cabin attendant said that Infant Buoyancy Devices Were Available. In the water, four babies kept me nicely afloat. ”  by  HR Duff and Stuff

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Sunday, December 30th, 2012

Cover for Drabblecast B-Sides episode 19, How the Moon Got Its Cousin, by Brian WalkerOnce upon a time, O my Best Beloved, when the world was one world with one moon and the stars did scintillate and sparkle in the sky, astronomers discovered a Beast of a Meteor flying through the vast black toward the Sun.

The scientists of the world realized that the Beast, in a veraciously voracious manner, would devour the hot yellow sun, and they did talk and squawk and look through long telescopes to watchwhat that Beast was doing. They crunched their magic numbers and they scribbled their special notes, and they filled their study rooms with piles of scritch-scratch paper…

Originally appeared in Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, Issue #53, February 2012.
Episode Art:  Brian Walker

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Monday, December 24th, 2012

Cover for Drabblecast episode 267, Postapocalypsemas, by Mary MatticeSandeer smelled her.

It was just a whiff, a few molecules of something familiar and therefore sweet, wafting on a late afternoon breeze that otherwise carried only the usual: formaldehyde, benzene, dioxin, chromium, and miscellaneous particulate matter both organic and non-. (Once, there had been the smell of roasting chestnuts and crackling logs and simmering spiced cider, but in recent cycles only less pleasant things burned.) There, represented by an air sample just barely statistically significant, was the scent of Sophie.

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A Drabblecast original.
Episode Art:  Mary Mattice

Twabble:  “Wait. He has control of the weather, healing powers, boulder-moving strength AND can walk on water? Best. X-Man. Ever. ”  by  Etaan

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Wednesday, December 19th, 2012

Cover for Drabblecast B-Sides 18, On the Vinegar Valves of Venus, by Bo KaierMonsignor’s Log, stardate the Millennium Feast of Saints Blot & Cugat…

It was a very special day, so I wore the least tatty of my vestments. The chasuble is only slightly frayed, the stains on the cincture have faded, the alb, granted, is little better than a rag.  I cannot get the grease out of the amice, and the stole is in tatters. The less said about the maniple the better. But by adjusting the lighting so it played through the cobwebs I think only the sharpest-eyed of congregants will have noticed. I did my best to disguise the stink by spraying the chapel with an aerosol can of Essence of Blood of the Lamb. It was decocted, of course, not from the real blood of a real lamb, but from chemical compounds manufactured in the lab by boffins. I have seen pictures of so-called “real” lambs in a codex. They look like tinier versions of sheep, if, that is, they were drawn to scale. Who knows?

First appeared online at the author's website, Hooting Yard, 7 June 2012.
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier

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Tuesday, December 18th, 2012

Cover for Drabblecast episode 266, Little Grace of the House of Death, by Caroline ParkinsonThe niece of King Death had not yet chosen a name.  She was the only daughter and youngest child of Death’s sister, Merciful Grace, and everyone still called her by her baby name, Little Grace…

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A Drabblecast original. Episode Sponsor: Frank Key's New Anthology "Brute Beauty And Valour And Act, Oh, Air, Pride, Plume, Here Buckle!"
Episode Art:  Caroline Parkinson
Read by:  Bryan Lincoln Starla Huchton Veronica Giguere and Pat Krane
Music by:   KraftiM and Alexander Scriabin

Twabble:  “Zombies will always leave you alone if they think you're one of them. And that's why I've been eating people, Your Honor. ”  by  PhineasQP

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  •  Feature:  Pop Quiz  by  Curtis James McConnell
  •  Drabble:  A Good Magician  by  Lawrence Simon
  •  Genre:  Drabblecast  Drama  Sci-Fi

Thursday, December 6th, 2012
Warning:  Explicit Language

Cover for Drabblecast episode 265, Pop Quiz, by David Flett

“By the Earth-Stypei Treaty of The Twenty-third Local Year of Our Interaction, as amended, suspected Stypean sympathizers may be detained by duly empowered authorities only so long as the unbreachable sovereignty of the Stypean body-host is not violated, and only for the purpose of deportation upon confirmation of Stypean inhabitance. Tests to determine inhabitance are only permissible if they do not breach body-host sovereignty in any fashion. The breaching of a body-host as well as the deportation of a non-Stypean body host to Stypean space shall constitute an act of war and a resumption of hostilities between the two worlds”

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Originally published in First Contact: Digital Science Fiction Anthology 1, (Jun 2011). Episode Sponsor-- Frank Key's New Short Fiction Anthology "Brute Beauty And Valour And Act, Oh, Air, Pride, Plume, Here Buckle!" Buy it HERE
Episode Art:  David Flett
Read by:  Jacob Dahlke

Twabble:  “There is NO LIFE on any other planet. We are unique. Surely We are made in God's glorious image. Feathered upon hatching. ”  by  GreatNorthernTroll

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  •  Feature:  The Belonging Kind  by  John Shirley and William Gibson
  •  Drabble:  Belonging  by  Jeff Johnston
  •  Genre:  Drabblecast  Mystery  Romance  Sci-Fi

Thursday, November 22nd, 2012

Cover for Drabblecast Episode 264, The Belonging Kind, by Kathleen BeckettIt might have been in Club Justine, or Jimbo’s, or Sad Jack’s, or the Rafters; Coretti could never be sure where he’d first seen her. At any time, she might have been in any one of those bars. She swam through the submarine half-life of bottles and glassware and the slow swirl of cigarette smoke… she moved through her natural element, one bar after another.

Now, Coretti remembered their first meeting as if he saw it through the wrong end of a powerful telescope, small and clear and very far away.

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Originally published in Shadows 4, (Oct 1981, ed. Charles L. Grant, publ. Doubleday).
Episode Art:  Kathleen Beckett

Twabble:  “Thursday was a dream come true for Arthur. Unfortunately for him it was that one where you find yourself naked in school. ”  by  PhineasQP

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