Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Shining a Light on Free Fiction
If I could save free fiction in a bottle / The first thing that I'd like to do /
Is to save every story till eternity passes away / Just to read them with you
Rick the Robber Baron” by Kristine Kathryn Rusch. Science Fiction.
"When Kita Ogude wakes up tied to a post in her simulation room, she knows marauders have tried to take her ship—again. But this time something feels off, and familiar. She thinks she knows this marauder. And her desire to regain her ship becomes secondary to something she has wanted for a very long time: revenge."
Damned" by Nyki Blatchley. Fantasy.
"The spell to start my car didn’t work that evening, so I contacted the repair service and walked home from the office through darkening drizzle, rather than being ripped off by the Instant Transportation System. Rain insinuated itself inside my upturned collar. Typical: they spend a fortune on improving the fireballs and blasting spells, but nothing on controlling the weather."
Vimvimrecoil" by Heather Knox. Speculative Fiction. Poetic. Text and Audio.
"Chainlink was too expensive so we built fences of what we could find: many-times mended chicken wire, corrugated cardboard, rusted pipes, photographs, gravestones. It's said the town witch piled animal bones, some big as my femur. She wasn't always a witch; she used to be a wife. Then the sea came.
It's said the witch knew, but she couldn't because her husband didn't die until the flood. It's said she didn't use salt on their pork that night. It's said she locked the pigs in the attic but they drowned anyway. It's said she slaughtered the pigs the day before."
• At Every Day Fiction: "Degrees of Starvation" by Beth Cato. Science Fiction.
• At 365 Tomorrows: "Cleanup Crew" by Jae Miles. Science Fiction.
In Plain Sight episode 27 by Jason Kahn and "Skipping Stones by Devin Miller." Science Fiction.
"It was a cold morning. On this planet, called Apella, the winters lasted years. Frost clung to some of the heartiest vegetation ever studied, and in their shadows, small animals sent up puffs of white dust in their quest for buried food."