Archive for March, 2011

Pseudopod 222: Terrible Lizard King

By Nathaniel Lee

Read by Steve Anderson, an Escape Artists jack-of-all-trades

“That night, Patrick’s dreams were troubled, full of rumbling sounds
like drums or distant guns. Patrick woke up several times in the
darkness and lay frozen beneath his blanket, unwilling to peep out
because he knew what would be at the window.

He could hear it breathing.”

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Pseudopod 221: Lives

By John Grant

Read by Eric Luke of Extruding America

Twenty minutes later, a ring at the doorbell.

That’s them, announces Marian, a slight drawl in her voice. Anxiousness has shoehorned her swiftly into a state of minor inebriation.

But it’s not them, it’s a man and a woman in blue, with faces as long as empty roadways.

A drunk started driving his SUV on the wrong side of the freeway. Took out four cars, another SUV and a plumber’s van before swerving right off and hitting a tree. Seven dead including the drunk driver. Three of the dead – an adult and two children – in the burned-out wreck of a blue Neon registered to Richard G. Charters Jr. The cops called first at Dick’s and Marian’s home, and were sent here by a neighbor . . .

All three of us on the couch in tears, me in the middle with my arms around the shoulders of the two women, as the cops do their best not to transgress their professional code of non-involvement.

The bell goes again, and the lady cop murmurs to us that she’ll get it.

Pseudopod 220: Flash On The Borderlands VI: Flash Fiction Contest II

Pseudopod returns to life to bring you the winners of our forum’s “Flash Fiction” contest.



By M.E. Smith
Narrated by Leann Mabry

“The person who had been Jane did not remember a time before she had been living in the cell.”



Mother’s Milk

By Strahinja Acimovic
Narrated by Jacquie Duckworth

“The sewing was hard. My blood had coated the table, the floor, the coat I was lying on. It was hard to tell where things ended and began in the red.”



Little Monster

By LynnCee Faulk, who has more stories available at Points In Time And Space
Narrated by Dani Cutler

“‘That doll gives me the creeps,’ Miranda said. Bonnie stopped brushing the doll’s hair and slowly turned her head to meet Miranda’s gaze.”


Interim music: “Strangeforms” by Harmaline