Do you feel an implicit threat in the query “How May I Help You?”
“Last Waltz in Texas” originally appeared in Necrotic Tissue #10 and was reprinted in THE BEST OF NECROTIC TISSUE.
“Sterile” and “Meat” are PseudoPod originals.
“Hey there, cowboy. Have a seat.” (Continue Reading…)
For Pearl Harbor Day, three flash pieces about fighting back …
No Further was previously published in “Underground Voices” magazine and is one of two stories available to date from Mr. Acheson’s WHISPERS FROM THE NORTH saga, a series of linked short stories that sets the backdrop for his currently in progress fantasy novel.
The Conchie is a PseudoPod original.
Bitter Tea & Braided Hair was first published on Fiction365 on May 4th, 2012.
Their arrival was a terrible sight. The light from the full moon cast a strange, eerie glow upon the host of pale corpse things and their shrieking masters which stretched across the vale for miles in every direction. They swept the valley like a flood that left only ash, carrion and pestilence in its wake. (Continue Reading…)
Magnitude Seven was originally published in Niteblade, December 2011.
A Murder of Crows and Always Grinning are PseudoPod originals.
I grab him by his shirt and yank him to his feet. He is so thin, a bird, just like his mother, and the reek of liquor from his pores and breath stings in my nostrils. I shake him.
“John…” starts my wife, dropping the shovels, but I wave her away.
“Stop your whining. It’s your fault we’re out here. If you weren’t such a goddamn idiot,” I yell at him and I shake him and I stamp my feet. (Continue Reading…)
(creaking door) Welcome, boils & ghouls, to our gory little abattoir of the airwaves, a festering waveband of wretchedness we’ve dubbed Pseudopod! Woven into this website of witchery are some truly tormented tidbits, so pull up a casket fear-fans, adjust your drool cups and settle in for some sickening sound, as we serve up…
A Short History of Pseudopod: Episodes 201 to 300
(see you soon at a Senate Subcommittee hearing on Internet delinquency and the corruption of the web’s morals!)
(clasps hands behind back and walks into shot) Welcome to our audio archive of eerie, atavistic atrocities (lights cigarette), a carefully curated cacophony of chilling curiosities, sure to curdle the blood and tingle the spine. With the greatest of pride, we bring you tonight’s offering and welcome you to
… A Short History of Pseudopod: Episodes 101 to 200
(Do not operate heavy machinery while under the influence of this audio file. Do not operate light machinery, either. Do not operate, period.)
Submitted for your approval, or perhaps just to induce madness, a small reminder of what PSEUDOPOD has brought you these last few years, as we rapidly close in on Episode #300. Dare you attempt to listen to this fast-forward through our first 100 episodes?
(*medical note* -Bleeding nose, not too bad. Bleeding ears, bad. Bleeding eyes, very bad indeed!)
….ENJOY?
“Dancing” is a PseudoPod original and was written at Odyssey 2011, inspired by Ben Bova’s “Leviathan” and owes a lot to the feedback it got from Evil Overlord Jeanne Cavelos and her Minions.
“Lost For Words” was won first place in FANTASY MAGAZINES 2009 Halloween Flash Fiction contest, which was overseen by writer Rae Bryant and under the ezine’s publisher, Sean Wallace. It can be read here.
“Music on the Michigan Avenue Bridge” was originally published in Mort Castle’s 2002 anthology NATIONS OF THE LIVING, NATIONS OF THE DEAD. Originally was a story in the comic book NIGHT CITY (with art by Mark Nelson).
Three flash fictions about the creative impulse that drives and maddens…
Dancing
by Donna Glee Williams
“I do not pay you to tell me what cannot be done.” They used to call her Freedom on the Wing. And now… This fool said it could not be fixed.
“But this… This isn’t an illness, Diva,” he creaked. “This is natural. You’re maturing.”
The dancer hated being soothed. “I’m hardening,” she snapped. “I’m losing my range of motion. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been, but suddenly my turn-out is shrinking. My forefoot extension is down. Do something. Why do I keep you if you can’t do something?” (Continue Reading…)
Three flash fictions about the sharpest cut on the newest thread, the latest craze that’s all the rage …
A MOTHER OF MONSTERS
by Guy De Maupassant
The child was born in an open field, and when the weeders saw it, they fled away, screaming, and the report spread that she had given birth to a demon. From that time on, she was called ‘the Devil.’ (Continue Reading…)