By John Dodds
Read by MAinPA
In the showers later, she raised her right arm and examined her armpit minutely. Even after having shaved it yesterday with the LadyShave it still seemed hairier than it should. Normally, at worst, it was like the chin of a cartoon character like Desperate Dan or Fred Flintstone, a constellation of black dots. Now it was almost full length again. The hair had grown long enough to curl into a matted bush beaded with droplets of perspiration. It simply wasn’t possible. Unless it was caused by those vitamin supplements she had been taking. Those, and the performance enhancers so she could work out longer and harder.
By J M McDermott
Read by Ben Phillips
Detroit is dying. All the ornamental structures from
the glory days of American industry wilt in ruin.
There’s one building — found it myself — where the
roof caved in one winter. There’s a tree that used to
be in the lobby — and it’s dead — but its children
are growing there. The forest has taken over the
lobby. Birds hide everywhere, in the trees and the
rafters, and their shit covers everything, but their
singing is so beautiful.
A shape in the distance, a killer in suburbia, a psychiatrist pushed to his limits and an innocent girl in the firing line. Halloween is one of the acknowledged classics of horror, the patient zero of slasher movies. Now, we take a look behind the scenes, examining how it’s structured, what it says about the times and crucially what makes it tick. Welcome to the Pseudopod Autopsy. Now glove up…
By Ben Thomas
Read by Alasdair Stuart
“There is a fossil bed here,” he declared, “that I could publish
on for the rest of my life.”
Thom’s tendency was to become worked up about every dig he
supervised, but he’d never claimed he could spend the rest of his life
on a single one.
“Of course, we’ll have to wait until tomorrow, but wait till you
see what I’ve found. You’ll feel like a boy in a toy shop!”