Sunday, February 8th, 2015

Cover for Drabblecast episode 349, The Island of White Houses, by Susan ReagelToday I am going to the island.

I climb the slick wood stairs down to Whitmuth beach. The wind blows fierce through the town like usual and swirls back out to sea, smoky with our coal fires and smacking with hot oil from the fry shops up and down the boardwalk.

 

 

 

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This story was originally published in Flytrap #11, edited by Heather Shaw and Tim Pratt.
Episode Art:  Susan Reagel

Twabble:  “At the crescendo of his cruelty, he rotted away and died. The portrait of Dorian Button became that of a newborn baby boy. ”  by  Rhett Khan

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Sunday, January 25th, 2015

Cover for Drabblecast episode 348, LiAnn Yim DoubleHeader, by Bo KaierThe fish were restless. They spun the water mossy dark until the pond was the color of crushed bottles.

Pey held onto her sister’s hand. They peered down at the water.

This morning, their mother opened her eyes and said she was too cold to get out of bed, so their father said they would spend the afternoon at the hot springs.

 

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Both of these stories are Drabblecast originals.
Episode Art:  Bo Kaier

Twabble:  “She's alive but they'd dress me up too; and then tea parties and doilies 'til we die. But I want her. I need her. She's mine. ”  by  beachbum21k

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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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Tuesday, December 30th, 2014

Drabblecast episode 346, Remission, by Jessica CraddockSusan found her boss’s feelings drawer by accident. She drank too much and took a wrong turn in Sundrun’s apartment at the office holiday party, while looking for the bathroom. It had been all the rage five
years ago, getting your feelings surgically removed. After a sensectomies, some people had the feelings stuffed or encased in glass to use as paperweights so they could show them off during meetings with clients. That’s my fear, the size of an inchworm! Impressive, isn’t it?

 

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This story is a Drabblecast original.
Episode Art:  Jessica Craddock

Twabble:  ““Oh God, I'm pregnant!” Mary whispers, with hands folded and eyes closed. “I know,” the Voice replies. “I put it there.” ”  by  Kestaa

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Monday, December 29th, 2014

Drabblecast B-Sides B56, Tick Flick, by Bo KaierGreg jabbed Jeff’s third shoulder, though he made sure he didn’t hit hard enough to capsize the snack bucket. Jeff would make him pay if he did. “Quit hoggin’ the candy. Trailer’s almost over.”
Jeff took his mouth out of his food long enough to ask, “What kind you want?”
“You know. A softy.”
“None left.”
“Liar! I know you ain’t drunk ’em all yet.”
Jeff shrugged all his shoulders and relented. “Here.”

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Episode Art:  Bo Kaier

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