By Mike Irwin
Click the link under his name to visit the daily updated serial story at his website “Fragments Of The Downtown”.
Read by Josh Roseman
“The Dumpster Kid is already recounting the tally behind Uncle Sam to make sure that there’s no foul play. When they finish the first vote, he puffs out his chest and in a slightly deeper voice says, ‘Now all those against.’ Again the two go competitively counting heads.
‘Sixteen for.’ Sam says
‘Sixteen against.’ The Kid corrects.
Look at that Corinne: your glass is half full, or half empty that is.
‘So do I shoot her?’ Miller asks.
Uncle Sam shrugs and says, ‘It’s a tie.’ Then she turns to face me, my fat head a dark, inhuman red as I struggle to keep the door closed against the increasing intensity of your attacks. ‘Shoot, only one who didn’t vote was you.’
And just like that, the rest of your life is in my hands.”
By Ferrett Steinmetz
This story was originally published in The Edge of Propinquity.
Read by Bob Eccles
“Bit by bit, he took apart his wife’s
murderer, hammering the cracked windshield behind his desk like a strange
map, tacking the rubber hoses in snakelike trails around the room, carefully
nailing every gear and fanblade to each of the four walls until he sat at
his desk, surrounded by the guts of a dead car.
He took the key out of the ignition and kissed it, then hung it on a silver
chain around his neck.
‘Now,’ he said. ‘I am ready to begin.’
By Nathan Robinson.
His stories can be found online at Spinetinglers. This story originally appeared at The Dark Fiction Spotlight.
Read by Ben Phillips. Some guy… you may have heard of him.
I would be remiss if I didn’t provide a link to this
“I open my eyes and the dead smile back with bare teeth. In the fresh, sparse daylight I can see the bodies beneath me. I want to reach out and touch their faces, close their beseeching eyes. I recognize a few of them. Some I don’t, either through decomposition or the fact that I didn’t dump them here. Marcone has a lot of guys and a lot of enemies, so a few strangers sit down here with me.
The thought of food rumbles my stomach, making it ache. I keep my eyes up, away from the bodies, I look up the throat of the shaft, towards daylight, towards hope.”
The new episode of Pseudopod will be delayed slightly. Probably be up within 24 hours or so of the usual launch date/time. That is all.
By Lizanne Herd
The story can be read for free (after registration) in the forums of The Toasted Cheese Literary Journal, under its original title of “Offal”. The 52/25 challenge can be found on Facebook. (The podcast of same that Alasdair mentioned doesn’t seem to to be up anymore).
Read by Matt Weller.
“The door opens and we each press against the nearest wall. I lower my eyes. The police officer, the last one to be taken, had stood up and screamed at them, had taken a swipe at them, knocking one over. It hit the wall and made a sickening crunching noise, a crack in its shell, splat from several of its eyes smeared thick and brown as it slid to the floor. It took them only moments to turn on him. We all watched unblinking as new appendages, metallic and inscrutable, appeared from nowhere. They cut up the cop, perfect cubes of flesh, the blood filling the floor, the cracks, our clothing. The whole time they made those terrible clicking noises, swarming in on our faces and hands. Those cutting blades gliding over our flesh like a warning.
But not this time. They haven’t come for one of us. I’d thank God if I had a reason to believe in Him anymore. This is another drop. They make drops every few days. A pile of debris on the floor, garbage and scraps. And bodies.”
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By Kate Jonez. Click the link under her name for all kinds of macabre and creepy things.
Read by Matt Arnold, who previously read “Thinking About Polar Bears” for us way back in Flash On The Borderlands I.
Happy April Fools Day! Don’t get fooled by a fool…
“‘Destiny is what you make it,’ Murdock’s eyes were unnaturally bright.
‘And luck is what’s left over. If you want something to happen, you’ve got
to make it happen.’
The auction to raise money for the victims of the disaster in Japan can still be be accessed here: GENRE FOR JAPAN. Please take a look!