Tanith Lee | Doll Re Mi
Folscyvio saw the Thing in a small cramped shop off the Via Silvia. In fact, he almost passed it by. He had just come from the Laguna, climbed the forty mildewy, green-velveted steps to the Ponte Lour...
15 Touko 20131h 7min
Caspian Gray | Centipede Heartbeat
Each time Lisa rested her head against Joette’s breasts, she heard the centipedes. In between heartbeats there was the tiny sound of hundreds of chitinous footsteps against bone, of miniature mandible...
1 Touko 201337min
Weston Ochse | Gravitas
He stared bleary-eyed at the broken glass studding the land. This was his crop, seeded over the span of four weeks, irrigated from the residue of Napa Valley grapes, sun-kissed until it glistened like...
24 Huhti 201349min
Marc Laidlaw | Bonfires
The shore was dark when we showed up, but it would soon be blazing, and that thought was all I needed to warm me while we built the bonfires. The waves slopped in and sucked out again like black tar, ...
10 Huhti 201315min
Jeff VanderMeer | No Breather in the World But Thee
The cook didn’t like that the eyes of the dead fish shifted to stare at him as he cut their heads off. The cook’s assistant, who was also his lover, didn’t like that he woke to find just a sack of blo...
27 Maalis 201330min
David Tallerman | The Sign in the Moonlight
You will have heard, no doubt, of the Bergenssen expedition—if only from the manner of its loss. For a short while, that tragedy was deemed significant and remarkable enough to adorn the covers of eve...
13 Maalis 201349min
Norman Partridge | Blackbirds
On an August morning in the summer of 1960, a man dressed in black shattered the kitchen window at the Peterson home. Narrated by Stefan Rudnicki. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/...
27 Helmi 201330min
Ted Kosmatka | Cry Room
The church looked normal from the outside. All steepled and angular in the way of good, rural Indiana churches of a certain age. Red brick and stained glass, St. Thomas Aquinas, surrounded on three si...
20 Helmi 201318min
