Archive for July, 2012

Pseudopod 292: Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You

by David J. Schow

“Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You” originally appeared in Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone Magazine in 1984 under the pseudonym “Oliver Lowenbruck.” It won the Dimension award in 1985. “Red Light” won the 1987 World Fantasy Award for Best Short Fiction.

David J. Schow has been writing horror stories, novels, movies and commentary since the early 1980s – including novels THE KILL RIFF (1988), GUN WORK (2008) and his newest, INTERNECINE and HUNT AMONG THE KILLERS OF MEN (the latter under the pseudonym Gabriel Hunt (both 2010) and UPGUNNED (2012) (click links to order); films A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET 5: THE DREAM CHILD, LEATHERFACE: THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE III (both 1989) and THE CROW (1994); edited seminal horror anthologies SILVER SCREAM (1988) and three volumes of THE LOST BLOCH (1999-2002); wrote the award-winning guide THE OUTER LIMITS COMPANION (1986/1998) and has provided many DVD audio commentaries to films such as the 2-disc release of THE DIRTY DOZEN, The complete DVD box set of the legendary horror anthology TV show THRILLER and an episode each season of MASTERS OF HORROR. His website is located at Black Leather Required.

Your reader this week is the Dave Robison of The Roundtable Podcast and occasional episodes of the TALES TO TERRIFY podcast.


“The Omicron reminded Jack of a kid’s bedroom. To an adult, a non-initiate, it sure looked like a trash heap. But there was a comforting order inside for those who cared to delve past the superficial. It would never appeal to the Rolls Royce trade, yet was not as bad as the kung-fu sleaze pits of downtown L.A. which looked razed by Mongols. The Omicron was, in essence, a “normal” theatre stripped down for combat; its patrons exemplars of the no-frills class.”

Pseudopod 291: Lizardfoot

by John Jasper Owens
“Lizardfoot” originally appeared in A capella Zoo #3 and is readable by clicking the link. It was nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

John Jasper Owens says “if you like this story, Google me or enter my full name in Amazon. I’m around, in bits and pieces. Do try my story “Lord Braugh’s Dessert” at Bard and Sages Quarterly.

Your reader this week is the amazing John Bell. Further work by the astounding Mr. Bell can be heard online at Sonic Society and also Bells In The Batfry.


“It was Rayletta that made the lizard boots what had the footprints we used to track around. I never asked, on account of Missy-Bee don’t like me talking to Rayletta, who is divorced and therefore hell-bound and has those huge boobs, but I suspect Rayletta made the LizardFoot boot bottoms by way of a gator foot, which she put on butcher paper, and traced around it to make it bigger. And as y’all also know, the swamp out back of my trailer was the ideal place to stomp around in the boots, because that marsh goes back about a hundred miles to the coast and is too shallow for skiffs, too deep and pock-holed for hiking, and impossible to drain, unless you are also willing to drain the Santeechee river what feeds it. Plus the gulf.

It seems like that swamp goes on forever, under them cypress trees.

Sometimes at night, sitting out on my deck, I watch the moonlight coming through the branches and hanging moss and then I hear a hoot owl, and I will admit I have sometimes wondered if the alleged sightings of LizardFoot have had some truth to them. Although during the day, like most people, I believed those sightings to have been moonshine and/or crank induced. My own daddy claims to have seen old LizardFoot once or twice, but mostly when in trouble with mama for gigging till dawn. And Daddy is not afraid of a drink.”

Pseudopod 290: The American Dead

by Jay Lake
“The American Dead” originally appeared in Interzone Issue 203, and was reprinted in several “Year’s Best” volumes, including Stephen Jones’ THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST NEW HORROR Volume 18.

Jay Lake lives in Portland, Oregon, where he works on numerous writing and editing projects. His most recent books are ENDURANCE and KALIMPURA – part of the GREEN series, out in November, 20112 from Tor Books, and LOVE IN THE TIME OF METAL AND FLESH from Prime Books. His short fiction appears regularly in literary and genre markets worldwide. Jay is a past winner of the John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer, and a multiple nominee for the Hugo and World Fantasy Awards. His blog can be found by clicking the link under his name at the by line.

Your reader this week is Roberto Suarez. An avid film lover, Roberto and his co-hosts review movie trailers every week on Trailerclash: The Movie Trailers Podcast, since they no longer have the time or money to go to the movies like they used to. You can find Trailerclash on iTunes, Stitcher, or directly at the link.


“When he was very young, Pobrecito found a case of magazines, old ones with bright color pictures of men and women without their clothes. Whoever had made the magazines had an astonishing imagination, because in Pobrecito’s experience most people who fucked seemed to do it either with booze or after a lot of screaming and fighting and being held down. There weren’t very many ways he’d ever seen it gone after. The people in these pictures were smiling, mostly, and arranged themselves more carefully than priests arranging a corpse. And they lived in the most astonishing places.

Pobrecito clips or tears the pictures out a few at a time and sells them on the streets of the colonia. He knows the magazines themselves would just be taken from him, before or after a beating, but a kid with a few slips of paper clutched in his hand is nothing. As long as no one looks too closely. But even if he had a pass for the gates, he dares not take them within the walls, for the priests would hang him in the square.

What he loves most about the magazines is not the nudity or the fucking or the strange combinations and arrangements these people found themselves in. No, what he loves is that these are Americans. Beautiful people in beautiful places doing beautiful things together.

“I will be an American some day,” he tells his friend Lucia. They are in the branches of the dying tree, sharing a bottle of pulque and a greasy bowl of fried plantains in the midday heat. Pobrecito has a secret place up there, a hollow in the trunk where he hides most of his treasures. “

Pseudopod 289: The Rainbow Serpent

by Vincent Pendergast

“The Rainbow Serpent” was first published by Shock Totem in their second issue, July 2010.

Vincent Pendergast lives here and there in the south eastern corner of Australia – sometimes it’s the rural Riverina, and other times the coastal Illawarra, where this story is set.

Your reader this week is Daniel Foley, who previously read Destiny With A Blackberry Sauce for Podcastle.


“People were clever. They knew Rainbow Serpent, they knew his story. When he sang to them they saw his form and would not come close.

So Rainbow Serpent swallowed the sun, bringing darkness to the land and hiding his true form. When he sang they came willingly, he grew fat again, and everything was good.'”