Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Part 2

Just lots more good free fiction rounded up and corralled for ya, pilgrim.


Fiction
• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "The Angel Azrael Delivers Justice to the People of the Dust" by Peter Darbyshire. Fantasy.
"The angel Azrael rode through the dust storm for three days. He figured it to be three days, anyway. It was hard to tell for certain, because the storm turned what little of the world he could see into night, and then into nothing at all. He closed his eyes and let his dead horse take him where it would."

• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "Seeing" by Stephen V. Ramey. Fantasy.
"Mist blanketed the Tsoi River. The clink-clack of the towing elephant’s harness became an eerie rattle from both banks, the gurgling chuck of water against the towboat’s hull were lips sucking flesh from chicken bones. A shiver went through Rahami Honra. She rubbed her forearm, careful not to scratch the spider-bite welts that marked her as Web Seer."


• At Daily Science Fiction: "Dancing" by M. E. Garber. Science Fiction.
"That's how my dad used to say things--how you say and then a long list of the exact words that you would actually use to say it. He was originally from a country called France when Earth was still alive. I think it made him feel good to pretend like he still was an outsider here, a piece of the life that he had before it all went down."



• At Lightspeed: "Traveller’s Rest" by David I. Masson. Science Fiction.
"It was an apocalyptic sector. Out of the red-black curtain of the forward sight-barrier, which at this distance from the Frontier shut down a mere twenty metres north, came every sort of meteoric horror: fission and fusion explosions, chemical detonations, a super-hail of projectiles of all sizes and basic velocities, sprays of nerve-paralysants and thalamic dopes."



• At  Lightspeed: "A Meaningful Exchange" by Kat Howard. Fantasy.
"Quentin told lies to people for money. Or drugs. Or kittens. Or anything, really. The particular currency didn’t matter, so long as what was being offered had value to the person who needed the lie." Text and Audio.





• At Nightmare: "Out of Touch" by Simon Strantzas. Horror.
"I grew up in the suburbs, in a small bungalow house identical to every other bungalow house on my block. Row after row of these houses, all in straight lines, filled the streets as far as my bicycle would take me. That was why the house across from my own never struck me as strange or out-of-the-ordinary, not in all the years I shared the street with it."




• At Tor.com: "A Cup of Salt Tears" by Isabel Yap. Dark Fantasy. Horror.
"Makino’s mother taught her caution, showed her how to carve her name into cucumbers, and insisted that she never let a kappa touch her. But when she grows up and her husband Tetsuya falls deathly ill, a kappa that claims to know her comes calling with a barbed promise. “A Cup of Salt Tears” is a dark fantasy leaning towards horror that asks how much someone should sacrifice for the one she loves."






Flash Fiction
  • At Daily Science Fiction: "Changing the Past" by Barton Paul Levenson. Alternative History. 
  • At Daily Science Fiction: "Dancing" by M. E. Garber. Science Fiction.
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  • At Flashes in the Dark: "The Red Plague" by Matthew Wilson. Horror.
  • At Quantum Muse: "Jatawaff" by Michelle Day. Science Fiction.
  • At Strange Horizons: "A Pantheon of Madnesses" by Cory O'Brien. Poem, text and audio.
  • At 365 Tomorrows: "Time" by Roger Dale Trexler. Science Fiction.


Audio Fiction
• At Beam Me Up: "BMU # 420" Science Fiction.
"Don't Trust Venusian Mushrooms" by Doug Hilton. - "a tongue in cheek tale" and chapter two part two of Crystalwizard's "Wizard's Bane."










• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "Five Fruits I Ate in Sandar Land" by Michael Haynes. Fantasy.
"The man hesitates a moment, looking me over. I will eat the core if that is what he demands. I have come too far not to keep going; have yielded what little I was born with except my honor. If I stop now, I will retain nothing."

• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "Precious Meat" by Catherine S. Perdue. Fantasy.
"I lifted my muzzle and sniffed. The wood was different today. Fine dust still hung in the air and sparkled in sunlit shafts. Such a thing this sparkling was. I gazed at it in wonder. Had the light ever been just so before? Was this a new thing?"


E-Book
• At Amazon: "For Odin, for Thor, for Asgard" [Kindle Edition]
"A collection of short stories of Allfather Odin, his blood son the mighty Thor and their magnificent home of Asgard.

The tales, often in very cosmic settings, see the Asgardian gods in a constant struggle for existence against other great powers, cosmic and mystic, of the Multiverse
."





Mid-Week Morning Free Fiction

 Part 1 of ? - More to come today.

Fiction
• At The Colored Lens: "The Master’s Voice" by Todd Thorne. Speculative Fiction.
"“Eat. Eat,” came the woman’s voice again, followed shortly by the can opener’s dutiful grind. “Eat. Eat,” the voice repeated in lifeless monotone as blobs of wetness sucked loose and splattered."



• At HiLobrow: "King Goshawk - part 35" by Eimar O'Duffy.Science Fiction.
"When King Goshawk, the supreme ruler among a caste of “king capitalists,” buys up all the wildflowers and songbirds, an aghast Dublin philosopher travels via the astral plane to Tír na nÓg. First the mythical Irish hero Cúchulainn, then his son Cuanduine, travel to Earth in order to combat the king capitalists. Thirty-five years before the hero of Robert Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land, these well-meaning aliens discover that cultural forms and norms are the most effective barrier to social or economic revolution."




• At Mad Scientist Journal: "When I Grow Up" by K. Kitts. Science Fiction.

"When I ask my friends what they want to be when they grow up, they say a hotshot fireman, a policeman, the head of an assassin’s guild. Tyra’s always pushing the envelope. But when I grow up, all I want to be is what I can never be. I want to be like my friends. I want to be a human child."


• At The WiFiles: "Resistance is Futile" by Jessica Morrow Speculative Fiction.
"Every day was an exciting new one for Hamish Harrison. He knew it sounded ridiculous, but he couldn’t wait to jump out of bed at seven on the dot, and get straight into the thick of things."

Flash Fiction
  • At 365 Tomorrows: "Family First" by Cameron Filas. Science Fiction.
  • At 365 Tomorrows: "Heaven Needs an Upgrade" by Duncan Shields. Science Fiction.
  • At Toasted Cake: "Other Theories of Relativity" by Nicole J. LeBoeuf, and "Mon pays c'est l'hiver"
  • by Amal El-Mohtar.

Audio Fiction
• At Fantastic Worlds of Edgar Rice Burroughs: "Episode 24 - Tarzan the Untamed (Final)"

"Tarzan, Bertha Kircher and Lt. Smith-Oldwick have made their escape from the city of maniacs, Xuja. Now they are fleeing, pursued by the maniacal Xujans and their hunting lions.








• At Journey Into: "The Secret Diary" by Cassie Alexander. Fantasy.
"A young boy finds himself the target of several attempts on his life."













• At Escape Pod: "The Water That Falls On You From Nowhere." by John Chu. Science Fiction.
"The water that falls on you from nowhere when you lie is perfectly ordinary, but perfectly pure. True fact. I tested it myself when the water started falling a few weeks ago. Everyone on Earth did. Everyone with any sense of lab safety anyway. Never assume any liquid is just water. When you say “I always document my experiments as I go along,” enough water falls to test, but not so much that you have to mop up the lab. Which lie doesn’t matter. The liquid tests as distilled water every time."


• At Pseudopod: "The Screwfly Solution" by James Tiptree Jr.
"AP/Nassau: The excursion liner Carib Swallow reached port under tow today after striking an obstruction in the Gulf Stream off Cape Hatteras. The obstruction was identified as part of a commercial trawler’s seine floated by female corpses. This confirms reports from Florida and the Gulf of the use of such seines, some of them over a mile in length. Similar reports coming from the Pacific coast and as far away as Japan indicate a growing hazard to coastwise shipping.”






• At Tales to Terrify: "Young Goodman Brown" by Nathaniel Hawthorne.
""Poor little Faith!" thought he, for his heart smote him. "What a wretch am I to leave her on such an errand! She talks of dreams, too. Methought as she spoke there was trouble in her face, as if a dream had warned her what work is to be done tonight. But no, no; 't would kill her to think it. Well, she's a blessed angel on earth; and after this one night I'll cling to her skirts and follow her to heaven.""







Other

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Free Fiction Rhapsody


Is this science fiction?
Is this just fantasy?
Got some free fiction,
No escape to reality.

Fiction


• At AE: "Automatic Sky" by Stephen S. Power. Science Fiction.
"Marina’s world is a pale speck on Hub’s forward monitor. Having just unfolded at the edge of her system, he won’t arrive at Sonhar for two days, and the wait is killing him. When you travel halfway across the void to propose, you want to fold the void so thin you can hold your girl’s hand through it. Hub’s engine isn’t good enough for that, though."



• At The Colored Lens: "The Transceiver" by J.A. Becker.
"A cold shudder runs through me as I look through the one-way mirror at the psycho in the orange jumpsuit who’s handcuffed to the table. What I’ll see in his head, what I’ll feel and experience first hand will be like living nightmares. I don’t know if I can handle them. I’ve seen some terrible things, but nothing like what he’s done."

• At Lightspeed: "A Box, a Pocket, a Spaceman" by E. Catherine Tobler. Science Fiction.
"The spaceman shows up on a hot summer afternoon, not in the dead of night when you’re crouched in the garden peering through a telescope that shows you the endless glories and wonders of the night sky. There’s no spaceship making a bright arc against a star-spangled sky. Just a man in a spacesuit, standing at the edge of your hammock." Text and Audio.


• At Lightspeed: "The Grass Princess" by Gwyneth Jones. Fantasy.
"It was April, and down in the orchard the first flashing blades of the new year’s growth were pushing aside the old, worn, winter stuff. The sky was blue and very clear, but the wind was cold. So the nursemaids put the little princess down under an apple tree, wrapped in her shawls, and ran away to play tag under the twisted apple branches, to keep themselves warm."



• At Nightmare Magazine: "Upon the Body" by Ben Peek. Horror.
"The sin-eater arrived in Zonia Province two days before the death of the great gun fighter, Arryo Salazar. He was a small man, the sin-eater, thin and wiry, a rusting coil. At sixty-four, he had left the tautness of youth behind, and his skin, wrinkled, but importantly still unmarked, sagged and folded when he spoke." Text and Audio.




• At Strange Horizons: "Cold as the Moon" by Sunny Moraine. Speculative Fiction.
"Before the sun went down Daddy became a bear and ran away over the ice floes."


• At Tor.com: "Hero of the Five Points" by Alan Gratz. YA.
"There were a hundred stories told in the streets of Five Points about the giant gangster Mose. That he was eight feet tall and six feet wide; that his stovepipe hat was actually an upside-down smokestack torn from a Cheyenne locomotive; that his fists were the size of Cherokee hams, his feet so large it took the leather of two whole cows for him to be shod. When Mose was thirsty, it was said, it took a wagonload of beer to sate him, and in the summer months he carried a fifty-gallon keg of ale on his belt instead of a canteen."   






Flash Fiction
• At Daily Science Fiction: "Time is Money" by John D. Sperry. Magic Realism.
• At Daily Science Fiction: "Departure Gate 34B" by Kary English. Fantasy. Religion.
• At Daily Science Fiction: "The Turn" by Tara Isabella Burton. Parapsychology.
• At Quantum Muse: "Camp" by Happy Woodsman. 
• At 365 Tomorrows: "Rocketbike" by Jackson Fitzjames. Science Fiction.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "Black Rider" by Jae Miles. Science Fiction.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "Activation Required" by Donald O’Barra. Science Fiction.
• At Toasted Cake: "Last Band Standing" by Siobhan O'Flynn. Audio.

Audio Fiction
• At Beam Me Up: "Beam Me Up # 419" Science Fiction.
Episode 28 of "In Plain Sight" written and narrated by Jason Kahn and “Even a Non-Corporeal Can Get Lonely" by David Scholes.












• At Cast of Wonders: "Into The Forever Place" by Luke Thomas. YA.
"I fasten the last braid about Jad’s shoulder and step back. My belly flutters as I look him over, which isn’t normal. Jad’s my best friend.I’m never more comfortable with anyone than with him. Today,though, he is to be venerated, and he looks the part. I knew the dyes used for this sash were precious, but only now do I understand what that means." Audio and Text.



• At Clarkesworld: "The Saint of the Sidewalks" by Kat Howard, read by Kate Baker.
"Joan wrote her prayer with a half-used tube of Chanel Vamp that she had found discarded at the 34th St. subway stop. It glided across the cardboard—the flip side of a Stoli box, torn and bent—and left her words in a glossy slick the color of dried blood: “I need a miracle.”"








• At Drabblecast: "To Whatever" by Shaenon Garrity. Comedy. Horror.
"To whatever lives in the walls—Please stop taking my half & half. Let’s get this out of the way: I know you’re there. Don’t think I’m unaware of the scrabbling sounds, the walls creaking from your bulk, the way my razor in the morning is never exactly where I left it last night. Richard always said it was the building settling—as if a building, however old, could take apples out of the fruit crisper—but he was as wrong about that as he was about a lot of things beyond the scope of this note. And since he moved out I feel you’ve gotten bold."



• At StarShipSofa: "Predvestniki" by Greg Kurzawa, read by Nick Camm. 
"Ben pressed his forehead and palms against the cold glass of the picture window. Twenty-three floors below, ice floes clogged the Moskva, bumping for position in the sluggish current. On the opposite bank, walkers bundled against the weather followed a towpath along the curve of river. The path skirted the park and disappeared under the covered span of the Pushkinsky pedestrian bridge."

Monday, August 18, 2014

Morning Free Fiction

Catch up post. Too many for pictures.











Fiction
• At Baen: "An Imperium Pursuit" by Jody Lynn Nye. Science Fiction.
"My friends and relatives arrayed themselves in three flanks behind me, one each to right, left and above me. The twenty of us swooped straight down a hundred stories toward the busy cityscape of Nikplig. I narrowly missed colliding with a goods vehicle about to dock on a platform a kilometer or so above the ground. With the expert skill at piloting and hair-trigger reflexes that I am too modest to admit I possess, I pulled aside just in time."

• At Daily Science Fiction: "The Story Will Win a Hugo" by James Van Pelt. Science Fiction.
"An astrophysicist does science. A writer writes. If she wants to watch me hunched over a computer for hours at a time in literature's name, who am I to deny her?"

• At Lightspeed: "Morning Child" by Gardner Dozois. Science Fiction:
"The old house had been hit by something sometime during the war and mashed nearly flat. The front was caved in as though crushed by a giant fist: wood pulped and splintered, beams protruding at odd angles like broken fingers, the second floor collapsed onto the remnants of the first. The rubble of a chimney covered everything with a red mortar blanket."

• At Lightspeed: "The Djinn Who Sought To Kill The Sun" by Tahmeed Shafiq. Fantasy.
"They travelled all day, and at night came to rest by one of the large rocks that jut from the desert. The last caveat to voyagers before the plains of windswept sand. Here is what the boy heard: 'Long ago, almost fifty years by official counting, there was a boy named Alladin.'" Text and Audio.

• At Mad Scientist Journal:  "The Eversible Antarctic Sky – Part One" by James Hanson. Science Fiction.
"The purpose of our expedition as stated in our charter is twofold: to determine the ultimate fate of Baxendell’s expedition of 1869, and to recover as much of their personal effects and scientific equipment as possible, with special emphasis on Oxford’s astrographic lens and the Royal Society’s Synthetical Engine No. 2. Truthfully I have another, personal purpose in this endeavour, which is to vindicate Sir Arthur Baxendell, who has always garnered my deepest admiration, both in his capacity as a physicist and, despite my habitual distaste for the profession, as a mathematician."

• At Nightmare Magazine: "The Kiss" by Tia V. Travis. Horror.
"The angel’s heart was torn from its chest. The stained-glass box that once held it was smashed; ruby tears scattered around the fountain. The ruins of the valentine lay amidst splinters of red glass and oak leaves mottled with rot"

• At Project Gutenberg: "A Voyage to the Moon" by Cyrano de Bergerac. Science Fiction. 1657.
""You see one," answered I, "stunned with so many Wonders that I know not what to admire most; for coming from a World, which without doubt you take for a Moon here, I thought I had arrived in another, which our Worldlings call a Moon also; and behold I am in Paradice at the Feet of a God, who will not be Adored." "Except the quality of a God," replied he, "whose Creature I only am, the rest you say is true: This Land is the Moon, which you see from your Globe"

• At Strange Horizons: "The Air We Breathe Is Stormy, Stormy" by Rich Larson. Speculative Fiction.
"In Baltic waters, gnashed by dark waves, there stood an old oil platform on rusted legs. It was populated as rigs always are, by coarse men young and strong whose faces soon overgrew with bristle and bloat. Cedric was one of these." Text and Audio.

• At Tor.com: "Sleeper" by Jo Walton. Science Fiction.
"None of those facts are unproblematic. It wasn’t exactly a newspaper, nor was the process by which he received the information really reading. The question of his consciousness is a matter of controversy, and the process by which he regained it certainly illegal."

• At Tor.com: "La Signora" by Bruce McAllister. Dark Fantasy.
"a dark fantasy about a teenage American living in an ancient Italian fishing village with his parents. He’s invited by his friends to go night-fishing on one special night, and although he knows his parents would disapprove, he goes anyway."

Flash Fiction
• At Beware the Hairy Mango: "Ivory Man" by Matthew Sanborn Smith.
• At The Colored Lens: "Magic Hands" by Iulian Ionescu. Fantasy.
• At Daily Science Fiction: "Switch" by Jonathan L. Miller. Science Fiction.
• At Daily Science Fiction: "Sugar and Spice" by Melissa Mead. Fantasy.
• At Daily Science Fiction: "Do Not Count the Withered Ones" by Caroline M. Yoachim. Magic Realism.
• At Daily Science Fiction: "Cover Letter" by Dani Atkinson. Fantasy.
• At Every Day Fiction: "Trial by Comedy" by Lance J. Mushung. Science Fiction.
• At Every Day Fiction: "Talking Animals" by Spencer German Ellsworth. Science Fiction.
• At Every Day Fiction: "Pastorale No. 3: The Longboat Burial" by Gerald Warfield. Fantasy.
• At Farther Stars Than These: "The Facility" by David K Scholes. Science Fiction.
• At Nature: "The Death of Immortality" by Kyle L. Wilson & Andrew B. Barbour. Science Fiction.
• At Quantum Muse: "Cheap Wine" by Harris Tobias
• At 365 Tomorrows: "Tandem Passenger" by Peter R Jennings. Science Fiction.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "Prime Numbers" by Elijah Goering. Science Fiction.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "The Mind’s Lie" by Amber K Bryant. Science Fiction.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "The Last Witness of Memories" by Elisa Nuckle. Science Fiction.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "Hate the Player" by Jae Miles. Science Fiction.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "I Would Know" by RM Dooley.
• At Toasted Cake: "Blood Willows" by Caroline M. Yoachim. Audio,
• At Yesteryear Fiction: "Swanson Piper" by Paul Tristram. Fantasy.

Audio Fiction
• At Drabblecast: "The Colour Out of Space" by  H.P. Lovecraft. Horror.
"West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut. There are dark narrow glens where the trees slope fantastically, and where thin brooklets trickle without ever having caught the glint of sunlight. On the gentle slopes there are farms, ancient and rocky, with squat, moss-coated cottages brooding eternally over old New England secrets in the lee of great ledges; but these are all vacant now, the wide chimneys crumbling and the shingled sides bulging perilously beneath low gambrel roofs." Audio and Text.

• At Escape Pod: "If You Were a Dinosaur, My Love" by Rachel Swirsky, read by Christina Lebonville. Science Fiction.
"If you were a dinosaur, my love, then you would be a T-Rex. You’d be a small one, only five feet, ten inches, the same height as human-you. You’d be fragile-boned and you’d walk with as delicate and polite a gait as you could manage on massive talons. Your eyes would gaze gently from beneath your bony brow-ridge."

• At Fantastic Worlds of Edgar Rice Burroughs: Tarzan the Untamed chapters 22 and 23. Adventure.
"We last saw Bertha Kircher as she was being brought to the maniac King – only to be grabbed and stolen away by Metak, the crazed son of the king. Carrying the girl, Metak flees through the palace until he comes to the apparent end of his flight – in front of a large and deep pool of water blocking his way."

• At PodCastle: "Without Faith, Without Law, Without Joy" by by Saladin Ahmed, read by Steve Anderson. Fantasy.
"We were sipping tea in a room with green carpets, and I was laughing at a jest that…that someone was making. Who? The face, the voice, the name have been stolen from me. All I know is that my brothers and I suddenly found ourselves in this twisted place, each aware of the others’ fates, but unable to find one another. Unable to find any escape."

• At Pseudopod: "The Wriggling Death" by Harold Gross, read by Veronica Giguere. Horror.
"After finding the dell, we walked homeward in a more subdued fashion. After only a few steps, the contemplative silence was broken by the rustling of leaves behind us. We stopped in our tracks. We’d outrun Deaths all our lives and, in high Season, had even gone off into the desert to protect ourselves. More than enough females were willing to accept them into themselves and breed for as long as their accelerated aging would allow. There were always those that wanted to bear young. But that wasn’t Chalen or myself, thank you. We had our voices and our music and our fans. That was enough."

• At Radio Drama Revival: "Land of Enchantment 2 of 4"
"Mojo takes a job playing piano at the Armadillo Bistro and Cabaret in Coyote, New Mexico, where he’s drawn into an adventure with a cast of wild west characters, including a 100 year old curandera (medicine woman), and an Apache spirit guide who is one helluva prankster."

• At SFFaudio: "Dracula’s Guest" by Bram Stoker, read by Robert White. Horror.
When we started for our drive the sun was shining brightly on Munich, and the air was full of the joyousness of early summer. Just as we were about to depart, Herr Delbruck (the maitre d'hotel of the Quatre Saisons, where I was staying) came down bareheaded to the carriage and, after wishing me a pleasant drive, said to the coachman, still holding his hand on the handle of the carriage door, "Remember you are back by nightfall. The sky looks bright but there is a shiver in the north wind that says there may be a sudden storm. But I am sure you will not be late." Here he smiled and added,"for you know what night it is."  

• At StarShipSofa: "Feral Moon” by Alex Jablokov, read by Jonathan Danz. Science Fiction.
"The corpses fell from the interior of the moon like drops of water from an icicle. The body repatriation team that hung in the open space just outside the blast crater maneuvered back and forth and caught them in a grid of storage modules, one by one. Behind them, the stars moved slowly past.

• At Tales to Terrify: "Case of the Tibetan Rug" by William Meikle. Horror.
No description

Other
• At Classic Tales Podcast: "The Wire Jacket - a Fu-Manchu Adventure" by Sax Rohmer, read by BJ Harrison.
• At Crime City Central: "Hard Rock" by Gerard Brennan, narrator Kenny Park.
At Protecting Project Pulp: “The Coin of Dionysius” by Ernest Bramah, read by Jay Langejans. Noir.
• At The Western Online: "Enjoy the Honey" by John Laneri. Western

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Sorry, no posts for a few days due to a death in the family.

"The roads I travel I must leave,
For I've turned the final bend.
Weep not empty tears, but grieve
As the road comes to an end
."

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Circle of Free Fiction

From the day we arrive on the planet / And blinking, step into the sun / There's more to read than can ever be read / More to download than can ever be done

Fiction
• At Online Pulps!: "The Cat-Snake" by Frances M. Deegan. Horror.
"The cat in Isabel loved to be petted - but the snake in her was poised to strike ..." first published in Fantastic Adventures, April 1948. Direct pdf download here.







• At Project Gutenberg: "The Fantasy Fan - November 1933" by Charles D. Hornig.
Includes "The Other Gods" by H. P. Lovecraft and "A Dream of the Abyss" by Clark Ashton Smith.

• At Project Gutenberg: "The Fantasy Fan December 1933" by Charles D. Hornig.
Includes "Birkett's Twelfth Corpse" by August W. Derleth and other flash fiction.

Flash Fiction
• At 365 Tomorrows: "The Argument" by Suzanne Borchers. Science Fiction.
Audio
• At Clarkesworld: "Bonfires in Anacostia" by Joseph Tomaras, read by Kate Baker.
"On the left-hand side of the coffee table were stacked three Michael Chabon novels, one each by T.C. Boyle and Tim O’Brien, and a volume of Nathanael West’s collected works. On the right were five guides to maximizing fertility, and two novels by Tessa Dare. In between were two stemless wine glasses."







• At Forgotten Classics: "People of the Mist - Chapters 32-33" by H. Rider Haggard. Adventure.
"In which Otter must fight and Leonard is tricked."











• At Pseudopod: "Prince Of Flowers" by Elizabeth Hand, read by Christiana Ellis. Horror.
"As she opened the box, dried flowers, seeds, and wood shavings cascaded into her lap. She inhaled, closing her eyes, and imagined blue water and firelight, sweet-smelling seeds exploding in the embers. She sneezed and opened her eyes to a cloud of dust wafting from the crate like smoke. Very carefully she worked her fingers into the fragrant excelsior, kneading the petals gently until she grasped something brittle and solid. She drew this out in a flurry of dead flowers."





Gaming
• At DriveThruRPG: "Basic Dungeon Tiles : Expansion Set 3" Pay What You Want.
Dungeon tiles are a useful fantasy gaming tool and this "pay what you want" set includes 24 pages of them.

Friday, August 8, 2014

By the Pricking of My Thumbs, Good Free Fiction This Way Comes.

If there is not enough, gentles--do not reprehend if you pardon, tomorrow we will mend. And, as I am an honest Dave if we have unearned luck. Now to scape the serpents tongue. We will make amends ere long else the blogger a liar call. So--goodnight unto you all. Give me your hands if we be friends. And Dave shall restore amends.

Fiction
• At Daily Science Fiction: "1:40 AM" by Eliza Victoria. Science Fiction.
"Before the man with a gun entered the convenience store, Grace was sitting alone at a sticky, soda-splattered table, her broken arm throbbing like a heart, the roof of her mouth burning from the coffee she had drunk too quickly. It was nearly two in the morning, and there were only three other people in the store."



• At Project Gutenberg: "The Infra-Medians" by Sewell Peaslee Wright. Science Fiction.
"Into a land of shadows and lostsouls goes Pete Grahame in searchof his hapless friends." First published in Astounding Stories, December 1931.










Flash Fiction
• At 365 Tomorrows: "180 Accident-Free Days" by Gray Blix. Science Fiction.
• At Weirdyear: "When Elvis Met Khan" by William Stobb. 
 Audio Fiction
• At Radio Drama Revival: "Traveling with ZBS to the Land of Enchantment - Part 1 of 4." Fantasy.
"Mojo takes a job playing piano at the Armadillo Bistro and Cabaret in Coyote, New Mexico, where he’s drawn into an adventure with a cast of wild west characters, including a 100 year old curandera (medicine woman), and an Apache spirit guide who is one helluva prankster."






• At Tales to Terrify: Episode #134. Horror.
M. N. Tarrint’s "The Fire Pit" and Paul Jessup’s "Glass Coffin Girls." No descriptions.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Free Fiction to Come


"If we're no more than animals, we must snatch each little scrap of happiness and live and suffer and pass, mattering no more than all the other animals do or have done. Is it this? Or that? All the free fiction in the  universe? Or nothingness? Which shall it be, Passworthy? Which shall it be?"


Fiction
• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "Five Fruits I Ate in Sandar Land" by Michael Haynes. Fantasy.
"The bitter apple is fatal. Only in large quantities, though, and its offensive taste makes it nearly impossible to eat enough of them to kill a man. As the sun dips below the horizon, I eat one my first night in Sandar Land, barefoot and sweat soaked. The juices sting my chapped lips and give no comfort to my throat. It’s the first food I have eaten in three days. While I chew, I try to imagine it as something less noxious, but with each bite I nearly retch and lose it all."

• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "Make No Promises" by Rachel Halpern. Fantasy.
"My sister Lydie and I often walk in the hills when our morning lessons are over. We take our lessons separately—I am the younger by three years, so the history lessons that give me such trouble my sister has already mastered. Fencing is even worse, where besides my lack of training, I have also my shorter reach and my weak left eye to contend with."

• At Daily Science Fiction: "Ghosts of Mars" by Edoardo Albert. Science Fiction.
"Lars Caron had only taken over as mission commander because Pete Boardman had died. We were the most scanned, checked, and examined group of human beings in history--after all, on the first mission to Mars, you don't want someone falling ill or freaking out on the way--and Pete had checked out clearer than any of us. Then, seven days before departure, he went and died. The autopsy said his heart gave out, but I knew, from speaking to the doctors, that they could not find anything wrong with him. Dead, he presented as perfect a physical specimen as he had when alive."


• At Paizo: "Queen Sacrifice - Chapter Four: A Burning Love" by Steven Savile. Fantasy. Pathfinder.
"She didn't have an answer to that. She hadn't thought that far ahead. "Our chance will come," she said, making another promise she didn't know she could keep. "Can you find your way back to the stairwell?" She couldn't, not without going back through the fissure the tunnel rat had led her down, and she had no idea where that fissure was because she'd been unconscious when the urdefhans dragged her here." All four parts here.







Flash Fiction
• At Every Day Fiction: "Captain Bartholomew Quasar and the Bandits on Consortium Moon Prime" by Milo James Fowler. Science Fiction.
• At Nature: "Your Application for Eternal Life Has Been Partially Approved" by James Wesley Rogers.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "Moon Rocks" by Gray Blix. Science Fiction.

Audio Fiction
• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "The Topaz Marquise" by Fran Wilde. Fantasy.
"Her words made no sense, but neither did the lost hours. I shivered in the warmth of the day. Beyond the window, in the square, I saw a familiar figure in a tattered cloak. Even from a floor up, the smell that greeted me was unpleasant: unwashed hair, perhaps rotting leather. Suddenly, I wanted to escape from my studio and the chill that hung over it."

• At Beneath Ceaseless Skies: "Haxan" by Kenneth Mark Hoover. Fantasy.
"No, I’m talking about real people. Flesh and blood like you and me. They’re taken from places they call home and sent into this stormy sea to help calm the waters. It never ends because it’s the storm itself, the unending conflict, that makes the world we know a reality. Along with all the other worlds that could be."

• At PodCastle: "The Ascent of Unreason" by Marie Brennan, read by Wilson Fowlie. Fantasy.
"Watching Last cough up his wine at the words wasn’t the only reason for Tolyat’s declaration, but he had to admit it was part of the appeal.  The man was a guide, and had seen so much, experienced so much, gone so many places, that it was hard to crack his shell of burnt-out weariness.  One pretty much had to say something so outrageous it should never be uttered by a sane man."