Wednesday, June 18th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 329, The Gravity Mine, by Melissa McClanahanCall her Anlic.

The first time she woke, she was in the ruins of an abandoned gravity mine. At first the Community had chased around the outer strata of the great gloomy structure. But at last, close to the core, they reached a cramped ring. Here the central black hole’s gravity was so strong that light itself curved in closed orbits.

 

 

 

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First appeared in Asimov's, April 2000
Episode Art:  Melissa McClanahan
Read by:  Amy Sturgis

Twabble:  “Every message he sent felt more like a farewell. With Earth 23 light years away, he would likely never hear back from her. ”  by  bryanwitha_y

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Sunday, June 15th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast 328, Local Delicacies, by Bo KaierMy boss, Danny, liked to brag that El Corazon was the best Tex-Mex restaurant just off the Vegas Strip. “Because of you, Bescha,” he’d say to me. “You keep the customers happy. You keep me out of trouble.”

I won’t say which part of my job was harder. I kept an eye on the help-wanted ads, in case something better came along.

 

 

 

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This story is a Drabblecast original.
Photo credit Xeeliz
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier
Read by:  Lauren Synger
Music by:   The Bombay Royale

Twabble:  “"Wow! I've heard tales about your kind," he told the fay.
She giggled as she bit greedily into him. "Not the right tales." ”  by  bryanwitha_y

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Sunday, June 8th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 115, Clown Eggs, by Bo Kaier

Author Jay Lake knew about the devil and he knew about the clowns. When his story, Clown Eggs, first appeared on the Drabblecast, listeners said things like “This might be, hands-down, the weirdest story I’ve ever heard on [The Drabblecast].  I think I’m going to have nightmares forever. Can I send my therapy bills to you guys?” (Thanks, Talia)

In other words, people loved it.

Since then, the Drabblecast has produced three other outpourings from Jay’s singular vision of the world (or a world – or some worlds, but hopefully not our own).   In fact, Jay’s last professional sale was “The Goat Cutter,” Drabblecast 321, the story from last April about the Devil in Texas.    You remember that story- you can’t forget it, even though you’ve tried.

Jay lost his battle with cancer on Sunday, June 1, 2014. In tribute to Jay, we’re kicking off Drabbleclassics with several weeks of Jay Lake’s stories.

And now: Episode 115, Clown Eggs, first published May 25th, 2009.


The spring tide rolled across Momus Beach, tossing the flaccid corpses of clowns like so many torn balloons. Weathered to a dispirited pallor, they twisted in the foamy surf with the eternally surprised expressions of the dead..

The Drabble describes either an apocalyptic event, or a simple machine. The feature introduces us to old “bull” clown Uncle Swarmy. It’s not just another day at the beach. Learn more about the clown life cycle than you’re comfortable with!

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Originally published in Abyss & Apex, 2004.
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier

Twabble:  “The unfortunate explosion of the rabbit was gory, but mostly ironic given John’s last comment: “And for my next trick…” ”  by  LajesticVantrashellofLob

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  •  Feature:  Tree, Fire, World  by  Desirina Boskovich
  •  Drabble:  And the Rest, As They Say...  by  gunsofcheckovia
  •  Genre:  Fantasy

Sunday, June 8th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 327, Fire, Tree, World, by Bo KaierAn oral history, recorded in the annals of sentientkind, spoken by Sven Al’bedo di’Cantara, on the eve of the ninth flying.

1. The Tree

And so it came to pass, in the years past reckoning, when I served as a scribe in the court of the king, that there stood the last and only tree.

It is not known how this came to be the only tree. For a time there were disputing theories; it could hardly have happened by chance. As for me, I favor a hypothesis rooted in the fallacy of infinite halves. For in the strange world where we lived, it was once widely known that if you cross half a distance every day, forever and ever, you shall never reach your destination. Thus, if you consume half the riches of the world, every day, forever and ever, you shall always have some riches left. This truth was a fallacy. It is not possible to cut down half a tree.

 

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First appeared in Kaleidotrope, Spring 2014
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier
Read by:  Scott H. Andrews

Twabble:  “Deep in the Everglades, graveyard for secrets and sins, an outboard motor rumbles a funeral dirge, late into the night. ”  by  Squee1313

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Monday, June 2nd, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast 326, The Last Tiger, by Alex ClawHunger has made you reckless. You track the sound of human voices through the woods until you find a man and a woman. They are shouting at each other. The woman slaps the man’s face. He presses his hand to his cheek for a moment, and then lunges at the woman, knocking her to the ground. He squeezes his hands tight about her throat. The noises she makes are ugly.

Your nostrils flare. You smell food. It is in the pack on the man’s back. You come closer to the couple, deliberately snapping a twig underfoot. The man whirls around, almost losing his grip on the woman. You point at the back pack.

 

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First appeared in Electric Velocipede, May 2008
Episode Art:  Alex Claw

Twabble:  “Cinderella looked out across the water. Her attendance at tonight's island gala was dependent on her ferry godmother. ”  by  Bejami

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Thursday, May 22nd, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast episode 325, Jackalope Wives, by Liz PenniesThe moon came up and the sun went down. The moonbeams went shattering down to the ground and the jackalope wives took off their skins and danced.

They danced like young deer pawing the ground, they danced like devils let out of hell for the evening. They swung their hips and pranced and drank their fill of cactus–fruit wine.

They were shy creatures, the jackalope wives, though there was nothing shy about the way they danced. You could go your whole life and see no more of them than the flash of a tail vanishing around the backside of a boulder. If you were lucky, you might catch a whole line of them outlined against the sky, on the top of a bluff, the shadow of horns rising off their brows.

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First appeared in Apex Magazine, January 2014
Episode Art:  Liz Pennies
Read by:  Eleiece Krawiec

Twabble:  “At the hike's end we found seal skins scattered all over that beach. "Let's go," I said. "But first, let me take a Selkie." ”  by  JMiriah

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Thursday, May 15th, 2014

Cover for Drabblecast 324, The Ball Room, by Greg CravensI’m not employed by the store. They don’t pay my wages. I’m with a security firm, but we’ve had a contract here for a long time, and I’ve been here for most of it. This is where I know people. I’ve been a guard in other places—still am, occasionally, on short notice—and until recently I would have said this was the best place I’d been. It’s nice to work somewhere people are happy to go. Until recently, if anyone asked me what I did for a living, I’d just tell them I worked for the store.

It’s on the outskirts of town, a huge metal warehouse. Full of a hundred little fake rooms, with a single path running through them, and all the furniture we sell made up and laid out so you can see how it should look. Then the same products, disassembled, packed flat and stacked high in the warehouse for people to buy. They’re cheap.

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First appeared in Looking for Jake, 2005.
Episode Art:  Greg Cravens
Read by:  Graeme Dunlop

Twabble:  “"G-g-g-ghost!" yelled Steve, ashamed about his stutter. "St-St-St-Steve!" yelled the ghost. It was mean-spirited. ”  by  Jarod K. Anderson

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