PseudoPod 004: Returning My Sister’s Face


Returning My Sister’s Face

by Eugie Foster


Mother sat bolt upright and stared at Oiwa. “Where is your face?” she cried.

Oiwa reached a hand to her cheek. “I-It is at the front of my head, where it always is.”

“No, only half of it,” Mother replied. She glared at me. “I pledge you to return the other half of your sister’s face. Swear it, Yasuo!”

Flash: Devote Your Life to Beauty


Devote Your Life to Beauty

by Loreen Heneghan


We are not a cult. Don’t allow any outsider to confuse you. We are a holy order. You’ll never be asked to give up your family or friends; not for our benefit. We only want you to stay pure. If they try to draw you into some distorted place, don’t listen. Your world is a thing of beauty.

Truth is not beauty. Only Beauty is real. How could it be otherwise?

PseudoPod 003: Little Boy Leg Bone


Little Boy Leg Bone

by Richard Warren


And Myrriden watched, perched on the dresser. Jack saw him through the corner of his eye. A tall man, tall like Daddy, but his legs and arms weren’t right–long and thin, they reminded Jack of spiders.

Myrriden held a flute to his lips. White, bone white. A leg bone, Jack knew that. Little Boy Leg Bone. The soft music sounded like wind through dry leaves and the distant cry of dogs. It made Jack’s shins ache.