There's Free Fiction Waiting on the Net, It'd Like for Us to Read It, But It Thinks It'd Blow Our Minds

We have a couple good free fiction stories and a couple good audio fiction stories. There are also a few good flash fiction stories and e-books.  Back tonight with a review and maybe more.


[Art for "Fishwife" in fiction and audio fiction]


Fiction
• At Institute for the Future: "Apricot Lane" by Rudy Rucker. Science Fiction. [Via SF Signal]
      "Julie went to yoga with Dan Joiner this afternoon,” said the girlish voice of Julie’s shoe. The shoe was a high-fashion item, a skintight flicker-cladding foot glove with a polka-dot finish, the shoe lying on the floor of our tiny apartment. Thanks to the Quarpet interface, the shoe’s voice was in my head, along with a flexible little icon that postured like a cartoon character."

• At Nightmare Magazine: "Fishwife" by Carrie Vaughn. Horror.
     "The men went out in boats to fish the cold waters of the bay because their fathers had, because men in this village always had. The women waited to gather in the catch, gut and clean and carry the fish to market because they always had, mothers and grandmothers and so on, back and back."

Flash Fiction

• At Daily Science Fiction: "Big Bad's Hot Date" by Melissa Mead. Fairy Tale.
• At Every Day Fiction: "The Baseball Gods" by James Aquilone. Horror.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "The God Complex" by Clint Wilson. Science Fiction.

E-Books
At Smashwords:

• "The Moon Temple" by Mark Hare. Fantasy
• "This Old House" by A. Jarrell Hayes. Horror. Ghost.
• Last Sunrise & Other Stories by Simon Goodson. Science Fiction. 82k words.
• "First Contact" by Matthew Barrett. Science Fiction
•  The Vanguard by SJ Griffin. Science Fiction.
• "Ringlands" by Korban Blake. Science Fiction.

Audio Fiction
• At Nightmare Magazine: "Fishwife" by Carrie Vaughn. Horror.
     Described Above

• At PodCastle: "The House of Aunts" by Zen Cho. Fantasy. Vampires.
     "The house stood back from the road in an orchard. In the orchard, monitor lizards the length of a man’s arm stalked the branches of rambutan trees like tigers on the hunt. Behind the house was an abandoned rubber tree plantation, so proliferant with monkeys and leeches and spirits that it might as well have been a forest. Inside the house lived the dead."