tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55138554181915096232024-03-14T08:27:37.475-05:00QuasarDragonFinding great free, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Horror, other cool items, with occasional comments and reviews by your semi-humble webmaster.Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.comBlogger802125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-63368958969396474462015-09-10T08:55:00.001-05:002015-09-17T15:14:45.152-05:00The End<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Having given it a great deal of thought, I have come to inevitable conclusion that the old QuasarDragon will not be returning. As much as I would enjoy resuming the free fiction links, I doubt that I will ever have the time to do it. So rather than just leave things hanging and hoping against hope that this would change, it is time to pull the plug.<br />
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This will be the last QD post here unless I put up a one-time guide to free fiction sites (unlikely) or start something completely different dealing with free fiction (even less likely).<br />
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Dave T.<br />
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P.S. The QD free fiction site is dead but free fiction on the web is alive and well. Be sure to enjoy the great sites out there and support them however you can (such as turning off your add blockers when you visit them).<br />
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P.P.S. Two good sources of free fiction links are from <a href="http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/category/books/free-fiction/"><b>SF Signal</b></a> and <a href="http://po.st/freefiction"><b>Sunny Jackson</b></a>.Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-62099654320802139872014-09-26T10:06:00.002-05:002014-09-26T10:06:28.017-05:00Free Links<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Continuing to post irregularly.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Fiction</span></b><br />
• At <b>The Colored Lens</b>: "<b><a href="http://thecoloredlens.com/?p=8145">Everything I Should Have Told Her</a></b>" by Julie Jackson. Urban Fantasy.<br />
"<i>Sophie’s fingers splay slowly against the door. She slides her long blonde hair out of the way and presses her ear firmly to the beige-painted wood grain. Light moves all around the door’s frame, centers on her feet, and stops. She freezes. She doesn’t even breathe. Her mouth is fixed in a tight little line. Her wide eyes lift to the surveillance camera.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/cloud/">We Are the Cloud</a></b>" by Sam J. Miller. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Me and Case met when someone slammed his head against my door, so hard I heard it with my earphones in and my Game Boy cranked up loud. Sad music from Mega Man 2 filled my head and then there was this thud like the world stopped spinning for a second. I turned the thing off and flipped it shut, felt its warmth between my hands. Slipped it under my pillow</i>."<br />
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• At<b> Lightspeed</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/eternal-horizon-2/">Eternal Horizon</a></b>" by Rhys Hughes. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>Suddenly the horizon gave birth. There were effects. I was affected by them. I sat with my goddess on my knee. She didn’t need me, nor I her. So everything was equal and free. We were in love</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Paizo</b>: "<a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/v5748dyo5lghp?Armored"><b>Armored - </b><span style="color: #0000ee;"><b><u>Chapter Four: No Love Like Gold</u></b></span></a>" by Stephanie Lorée. Fantasy. Pathfinder. "<i>The pyre burned for hours. Its flames seemed to lick the sky, and Bea turned her horse and troopers away from the carnage. They rode for home, though she wasn't sure what that meant anymore. Smoke rose behind them, a dark reminder of her lord's betrayal.</i>" Part <b><a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/v5748dyo5lggv?Armored">One</a></b> and <b><a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/v5748dyo5lghi?Armored">Two</a></b> and <b><a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/v5748dyo5lgho?Armored">Three</a></b>.<br />
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• At <b>Strange Horizons</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.strangehorizons.com/2014/20140922/">The Lucky Strike</a></b>" by Kim Stanley Robinson<br />
"<i>Today, the first of August, there was something more interesting to watch than the usual Superfortress parade. Word was out that General Le May wanted to take the 509th's mission away from it. Their commander Colonel Tibbets had gone and bitched to La May in person, and the general had agreed the mission was theirs, but on one condition: one of the general's men was to make a test flight with the 509th, to make sure they were fit for combat over Japan.</i>" Text and Audio.<br />
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• At <b>Tor.com</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.tor.com/stories/2014/09/midway-relics-and-dying-breeds-seanan-mcguire">Midway Relics and Dying Breeds</a></b>" by Seanan McGuire. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>The trouble with wanting to do the right thing is that frequently the right thing today is the wrong thing for tomorrow, or the wrong thing for the people who are standing between you and your perfect, platonic future. The wild was the wrong place for our elephant, just like the recycler was the wrong place for Billie, and the cities were the wrong place for me. A tale of bioengineering, a carnival, and the cost of finding one’s right place.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>The WiFiles</b>: "<b><a href="http://thewifiles.com/?p=542">The Truth About Red Russian Kale</a></b>" by Mandy Foster. Speculative Fiction.<br />
"<i>Leanne searched around in the back of the van, looking for her new soil knife. She moved aside kneepads and seed packets, a box of condoms and several paperbacks from the Goosebumps series, ridiculously overdue. She could swear she had tossed the knife back here when she loaded up the van for carpool, but it had been a hairier morning than most; Mondays always were.</i>"<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Flash Fiction</span></b><br />
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<li>At Every Day Fiction: "<b><a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/state-of-micronesia-2016-by-lori-schafer/">State of Micronesia 2016</a></b>" by Lori Schafer.</li>
<li>At Farther stars Than These: "<b><a href="http://www.fartherstars.com/2014/09/91814.html">Sonic Boom Pencil Lead</a></b>" by David S. Pointer. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At Flashes in the Dark: "<b><a href="http://flashesinthedark.com/2014/09/19/below-by-r-l-black/">Below</a></b>" by R.L. Black.</li>
<li>At Toasted Cake: "<b><a href="http://toastedcake.com/2014/09/toasted-cake-123-the-uninvited-spook-by-c-d-reimer.html">The Uninvited Spook</a></b>" by C. D. Reimer. Audio.</li>
<li>At Weird Year: "<b><a href="http://www.weirdyear.com/2014/09/91914.html">Elvis Zero</a></b>" by William Stobb.</li>
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• At <b>Beam Me Up</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.beammeuppodcast.com/beam-me-up-424-asimov-juby-anime-review-etc/">Beam Me Up #424 Asimov, Juby</a></b>"<br />
"<i>Chapter 4 of the “Last Question” by Isaac Asimov and Tiny Leon and his Wee adventure by Michael Juby.</i>"<br />
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• At<b> Clarkesworld</b>: "<b><a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/audio_09_14c/">Falling Star</a></b>" by Brendan Dubois, read by Kate Baker. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>On a late July day in Boston Falls, New Hampshire, Rick Monroe, the oldest resident of the town, sat on a park bench in the Town Common, waiting for the grocery and mail wagon to appear from Greenwich. The damn thing was supposed to arrive at two p.m., but the Congregational Church clock had just chimed three times and the road from Greenwich had remained empty.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Classic Tales Podcast</b>: "<b><a href="http://classictales.libsyn.com/episode-384-the-island-of-dr-moreau-part-3of5-by-hg-wells">The Island of Dr. Moreau, Part 3 of 5</a></b>" by H.G. Wells, read by B. J. Harrison. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Our castaway is initiated into a society of unspeakable horrors. When the mysterious doctor shows up with guns and a hunting party, Prendick flees for his very life, and the hunt is on.</i>" Part <b><a href="http://classictales.libsyn.com/episode-382-the-island-of-dr-moreau-part-1of5-by-hg-wells">One</a></b> and Part <b><a href="http://classictales.libsyn.com/episode-383-the-island-of-dr-moreau-part-2of5-by-hg-wells">Two</a></b>.<br />
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• At <b>Cthulhu</b>: "<b><a href="http://cthulhupodcast.blogspot.com/2014/09/182-herbert-westreanimator-part-2.html">Herbert West: Reanimator, part 2</a></b>" by H. P. Lovecraft. Horror.<br />
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• At <b>Dunesteef</b>: "<b><a href="http://dunesteef.com/2014/09/24/episode-164-the-empire-state-building-strikes-back-by-matthew-sanborn-smith/">The Empire State Building Strikes Back</a></b>" by Matthew Sanborn Smith.<br />
"<i>It is the age of super science. Dr. Nefarious is on the verge of inducing the singularity and destroying the world. The only hope for humanity is Malcolm…well, he’s not the only hope, there is a plan C. Don’t look for plan B, it’s not back there.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Fantastic Worlds of Edgar Rice Burroughs</b>: "<b><a href="http://marsbooks.libsyn.com/episode-09-tarzan-the-terrible">Episode 09 - Tarzan The Terrible</a></b>" Adventure.<br />
"<i>Chapter IX – Blood-Stained Altars Tarzan has entered the city of A-lur. To explain his presence in the city of the Ho-don, he has concocted the tale that he, a tailless creature, is the son of Jad-ben-Otho – the tailless god of the Ho-don. His subterfuge has succeeded so far, and he is being escorted to the throneroom of the King of the Pal-ul-don</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Forgotten Classics</b>: "<b><a href="http://hcforgottenclassics.blogspot.com/2014/09/episode-265-people-of-mist-finale.html">The People of the Mist - Finale</a></b>" by H. R. Haggard. Adventure.<br />
"<i>In which friendship, a newspaper, and a steam fish help our heroes home</i>." Earlier chapters <b><a href="http://hcforgottenclassics.blogspot.com/search/label/H.%20Rider%20Haggard">here</a></b>.<br />
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• At <b>PodCastle</b>: "<b><a href="http://podcastle.org/2014/09/19/podcastle-229-araminta-or-the-wreck-of-the-amphidrake/">Araminta, Or, The Wreck Of The Amphidrake</a></b>" by Naomi Novik, read by C.S.E. Cooney. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>Lady Araminta was seen off from the docks at Chenstowe-on-Sea with great ceremony if not much affection by her assembled family. She departed in the company of not one but two maids, a hired eunuch swordsman, and an experienced professional chaperone with the Eye of Horus branded upon her forehead, to keep watch at night while the other two were closed</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Pseudopod</b>: "<b><a href="http://pseudopod.org/2014/09/19/pseudopod-404-unforgotten/">Unforgotten</a></b>" by Chris Fowler, read by Joel Nisbet. Horror.<br />
"<i>Rooms. Something odd about the rooms. He studied the brick walls of the courtyard formed by the other properties. He felt as if he had a cold coming on. Getting his jacket so wet hadn’t helped matters. He should have bought himself a new umbrella. He sneezed hard, wiped his nose on a tissue. Spots of dark blood, a crimson constellation. He looked from the window again. The bricks. That’s what it was. The bricks to the right of the window. They were in the wrong place. There should have been an empty space there. It was marked on the map, but not there from the window.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>StarShipSofa</b>: “<b><a href="http://www.starshipsofa.com/blog/2014/09/24/starshipsofa-no-355-octavia-cade/">The Mistress of Fishes</a></b>” by Octavia Cade, read by Barbra Dillon.<br />
“<i>The dead man’s flat was sparsely furnished and silent with dust. Sina ran a finger across the table top, a clean ribbon of wood unfurling behind it. On the mantelpiece were photographs set in cheap frames, the only things in the room that had been kept carefully dusted. She picked one up, studying the woman in the photo, her old fashioned dress and cheerful grin, and the one careful string of pearls around her neck.</i>”Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-83491385578391074252014-09-11T14:06:00.000-05:002014-09-13T08:27:35.032-05:00It's The Almost Weekend Freebies List<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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More free goodies linked, including text fiction, flash fiction, audio fiction, and an RPG module by QuasarDagon. The last being a pay what you want offering (Yes, $0 is ok.) <br />
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Still having technical difficulties, but I'll be back soon.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Fiction</span></b><br />
• At <b>Nightmare</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/old-friends/">Old Friends</a></b>" by Charles L. Grant. Horror.<br />
"<i>David told himself there was nothing to be afraid of, nothing at all. It was, of course, only the delicious sense of anticipation he was feeling and not the fear that he could be mistaken. No. After all these years, all that pain, all that twisting of what he thought he knew . . . mistaken.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Paizo</b>: "<b>Armored</b>" Chapters <b><a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/v5748dyo5lggv?Armored">One</a></b> and <b><a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/v5748dyo5lghi?Armored">Two</a></b> by Stephanie Lorée.Fantasy.<br />
"<i>The tip of her longsword carved a channel along the beachhead of Lake Encarthan. She dragged the weapon, held it listlessly in her hand. Hers were dark, dirtied hands that knew the weight of good steel, the heft of a man's heart. She remembered a time when she was clean, though she could not recall the feeling of pristine boot soles, nor of a soul unstained</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Tor.com</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.tor.com/stories/2014/09/as-good-as-new-charlie-jane-anders">As Good As New</a></b>" by Charlie Jane Anders. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>The panic room had pretty much every TV show ever made on its massive hard drive, with multiple backup systems and a fail-proof generator, so there was nothing stopping Marisol from marathoning The Facts of Life for sixteen hours a day, starting over again with season one when she got to the end of the bedraggled final season.</i>"<br />
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<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<b><a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/virtual-reality/erica-l-satifka/five-days-to-a-better-you-with-parallel-worlds-executive-edition">Five Days to a Better You with Parallel Worlds (Executive Edition)</a></b>" by Erica L. Satifka. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<b><a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/virtual-reality/jd-dehart/man-in-the-bottle">Man in the Bottle</a></b>" by JD DeHart. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <b>Nature</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v513/n7517/full/513272a.html">The Tiger Waiting on the Shore</a></b>" by Paul Currion.</li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<b><a href="http://365tomorrows.com/09/11/luminaris/">Luminaris</a></b>" by Duncan Shields. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<b><a href="http://365tomorrows.com/09/10/pay-the-piper/">Pay the Piper</a></b>" by Jae Miles. Science Fiction.</li>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Audio Fiction</span></b><br />
• At <b>Clarkesworld</b>: "<b><a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/audio_09_14a/">Patterns of a Murmuration, in Billions of Data Points</a></b>” by JY Yang and read by Kate Baker.<br />
"<i>Our mother is dead, murdered, blood seared and flesh rendered, her blackened bones lying in a yellow bag on a steel mortuary table somewhere we don’t know. The Right will not tell. After the flames and radiation had freed the sports stadium from their embrace, the Right were the first on the disaster scene, and it was their ambulances that took the remains away to some Central hospital that the Left has no access to.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Forgotten Classics</b>: "<b><a href="http://hcforgottenclassics.blogspot.com/2014/09/episode-264-people-of-mist-chapters-38.html">The People of the Mist, chapters 38-39</a></b>" by H. Rider Haggard.<br />
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• At <b>StarShipSofa</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.starshipsofa.com/blog/2014/09/10/starshipsofa-no-353-kathryn-cramer/">No 353 Kathryn Cramer</a></b>"<br />
<i>“<b>Disextinction, Inc.</b>” by Kathryn Cramer and “<b>You, In Emulation</b>” by Kathryn Cramer</i><br />
<i>“I checked you out of the library. You were due back in two weeks for synchronization, but I kept you out much longer, running up huge fines. The librarian was very nice and didn’t make me pay right away, but said that she had very little discretion; that the fines were set by the library system and your publisher.”</i><br />
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• At <b>DriveThruRPG</b>: <b><a href="http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product/134488/PO1-The-Stolen-Child">PO-1 The Stolen Child</a></b>. Fantasy. Pay what you want.<br />
"<i>The pleasant town of Sligo has its tranquility shattered when a young boy vanishes in the middle of the night. Investigating the disappearance, the characters discover lost ruins and an ancient plot for revenge and a long forgotten enemy of humanity. Will the characters be able to rescue the stolen child or will a cruel, wronged race be able to wreak vengeance on all humanity? An OSR compatible module for any old school RPG or modern clone, designed for character levels 7-9, The Stolen Child is easily adaptable to other levels</i>."Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-7234874184074874152014-09-09T13:21:00.000-05:002014-09-09T13:21:09.292-05:00Tuesday Free Fiction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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More good fiction for the huddled masses yearning to read free.<br />
Art for Starfall, linked below.<br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/prayers-forges-furnaces/">Prayers of Forges and Furnaces</a></b>" by Aliette De Bodard. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>The stranger came at dawn, walking out of the barren land like a mirage—gradually shimmering into existence beside the bronze line of the rails: a wide-brimmed hat, a long cloak, the glint that might have been a rifle or an obsidian-studded sword. Xochipil, who had been scavenging for tech at the mouth of Mictlan’s Well, caught that glint in her eyes—and stopped, watching the stranger approach, a growing hollow in her stomach</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/starfall/">Starfall</a></b>" by Saundra Mitchell. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>KV-62 went supernova today. Well, according to the news, it went supernova on March 14, 1592, but we’re just now finding out about it. Other things that happened on this day in history: Eli Whitney got a patent for the cotton gin, Charles I granted a royal charter to the Massachusetts Bay Colony, and I was fished out of a trash can in the Union Square subway station.</i>" Text and audio.<br />
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• At <b>Strange Horizons</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.strangehorizons.com/2014/20140908/">Never the Same</a></b>" by Polenth Blake<br />
"<i>When I was younger, people assumed I was nice. I knew when to smile and when to cry. They never believed it was me who stole the biscuits or set the cushions on fire. Until they ran the routine scans and I failed. Then every tear was viewed with suspicion. Every smile was cause to check for smoke. My sister was the only one who disagreed.</i>" Text and audio.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Flash Fiction</span></b><br />
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<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<b><a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/space-travel/rebecca-hodgkins/the-rocketeer">The Rocketeer</a></b>" by Rebecca Hodgkins. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/09/09/the-african-mystery/"><b>The African Mystery</b></a>" by Charles E.J. Moulton. Science Fiction.</li>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Audio Fiction</span></b><br />
• At <b>Beam Me Up</b>: <b><a href="http://www.beammeuppodcast.com/beam-me-up-422-juby-asimov-nearby-supernova/">BMU #422</a></b>. Science Fiction.<br />
"<b>Phillippe and His Rather Boring Time Travel (pt1)</b>" by Michael Juby and part two (ch 2+3) of Isaac Asimov's "<b>The Last Question.</b>"<br />
"<i>The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Protecting Project Pulp</b>: “<b><a href="http://protectingprojectpulp.com/protecting-project-pulp-108-ray-bradbury/">Defense Mech</a></b>” by Ray Bradbury, read by Fred Himebaugh. First published in <b>Planet Stories</b>, Spring, 1946. Science Fiction<br />
"<i>Halloway stared down at Earth, and his brain tore loose and screamed, Man, man, how’d you get in a mess like this, in a rocket a million miles past the moon, shooting for Mars and danger and terror and maybe death</i>."Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-63570577099820463702014-09-08T12:53:00.000-05:002014-09-08T13:02:18.923-05:00"Images? We Don't Need No Stinkin' Images!"QuasarDragon is still recovering from the power surge that destroyed many items here, but the free fiction will not be restrained, Here are some good freebies, though without the images this time. And for many that were missed during our down time, be sure to check out Regan Wolfrom's most recent roundup of free fiction at the always awesome <b><a href="http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2014/09/free-sf-fantasy-and-horror-fiction-for-9062014/">SF Signal</a></b>.<br />
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• At <b>HiLobrow</b>: "<b><a href="http://hilobrow.com/2014/09/08/king-goshawk-37/">King Goshawk - part 37</a></b>" by Eimar O'Duffy. Science Fiction. 1926.<br />
"<i>Now amongst the other women who loved Cuanduine (and whom, for the appeal in their eyes, he kissed, and then forgot) there was one Eulalia, fifth and eighth wife of Lord Waterfall, the milk monopolist. In the bloom of her youth this noble dame had been engaged to Goshawk, then a rising young financier not yet of royal rank, who had wooed her with a promise that when he should have come into his kingdom he would give her all the humming birds in the world to trim her hats with</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Mad Scientist Journal</b>: "<b><a href="http://madscientistjournal.org/2014/09/diaries-of-the-margliss-expedition/">Diaries by Heloise Ezra</a></b>" by Marcelina Vizcarra. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>We have nearly cleared Room 24, noting nothing of significance thus far on our study of the hollows, though Dr. Margliss’s enthusiasm remains intact. One would never know we were nearly half a mile below the arctic permafrost</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Phantasmacore</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.phantasmacore.com/2014/09/have-you-seen-her/">Have You Seen Her?</a></b>" by Karen Pullen<br />
"<i>I remember every detail of that last morning. I’d fixed pancakes and bacon for the three of us. Our seven-year-old, Connor, rocked in his squeaky chair, humming, lost in his crazy-boy thoughts. When sunlight struck a crystal hanging in the window, scattering rainbow flickers around the kitchen, he reached out his hands to catch the flying jewels. He hooted his excited-monkey noise until I silenced him with the last piece of bacon</i>."<br />
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• At <b>The WiFiles</b>: "<b><a href="http://thewifiles.com/?p=537">The Sky People</a></b>" by Alex Hardison.<br />
"<i>Lily’s playing with my hand again, tugging and twisting at the fingers. I don’t mind, because it keeps her near, though I try to stop her from putting the tips of them in her mouth. The metal is supposed to be safe, and I’ve had no ill effects since my original hand was replaced, but when it comes to her health I tend towards the overprotective.</i>"<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Flash Fiction</span></b><br />
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<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<b><a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/robots-and-computers/benjamin-s-wolf/some-things-are-hard-to-get-rid-of">Some Things Are Hard To Get Rid Of</a></b>" by Benjamin S Wolf. </li>
<li>At <b>Quantum Muse</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/flashview.php?RecID=366">You Are Who You Eat</a></b>" by Richard Tornello.</li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<b><a href="http://365tomorrows.com/09/08/color-me-pink/">Color Me Pink</a></b>" by C. Chatfield. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <b>Toasted Cake</b>: "<b><a href="http://toastedcake.com/2014/09/toasted-cake-121-faerie-food-by-kat-otis.html">Faerie Food</a></b>" by Kat Otis. Audio.</li>
<li>At <b>Weird Year</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.weirdyear.com/2014/09/9514.html">Glen Abbot and The Green Man</a></b>" by Leilanie Stewart,</li>
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• At <b>Cast of Wonders</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.castofwonders.org/2014/09/episode-136-flotsam-by-rebecca-schwarz/">Flotsam</a></b>" by Rebecca Schwarz, read by Jeffrey Hite. YA.<br />
"<i>I’m about to blast a Grunt when the game freezes. Mom’s commandeered the link, and now she appears, in her old chinos and a tee-shirt, among the rubble of the Axis bunker.</i>" Audio and text,<br />
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• At <b>Fantastic Worlds of Edgar Rice Brrroughs</b>: "<b><a href="http://marsbooks.libsyn.com/episode-06-tarzan-the-terrible">Episode 06 - Tarzan The Terrible</a></b>"<br />
"<i>Tarzan is hot on the trail of the missing Pan-at-lee. He has traced her to the Kor-ul-gryf, where she has taken refuge in a cave in the cliff face. Tarzan observes a shadowy manlike figure moving in the direction of her cave, and then hears a piercing scream!</i>" Prior episodes <a href="http://marsbooks.libsyn.com/webpage/category/Tarzan%20The%20Terrible">here</a>.<br />
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• At <b>Tales to Terrify</b>: "<b><a href="http://talestoterrify.com/tales-to-terrify-no-138-tour-of-the-abattoir-coope/">Tales to Terrify No 138 Tour of the Abattoir Coope</a></b>" Horror.<br />
<i>Mike Allen’s "Tour of the Abattoir" and James Cooper’s "In Fetu."</i><br />
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• At <b>Crime City Central</b>: "<b><a href="http://crimecitycentral.com/crime-city-central-no-112-alex-grecian/">Unknown Caller</a></b>" by Alex Grecian, read by David Cummings.Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-49226793333614828002014-09-04T18:39:00.002-05:002014-09-04T18:39:46.592-05:00Very Dated PostLost internet, along with telephone, television, and more when lightning struck last Thursday. Here is what I had saved of that post. Will try to return by Monday, but with Murphy's law on steroids comming down on me, no promises.<br />
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At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/hither-and-yon/magic-realism/shannon-peavey/good-kids"><b>Good Kids</b></a>" by Shannon Peavey. Magic Realism.<br />
At<b> Farther Stars Than These</b>: "<a href="http://www.fartherstars.com/2014/08/82814.html"><b>Little Planet</b></a>" by Michael Fontana. Science Fiction.<br />
At <b>Nature</b>: "<a href="http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v512/n7515/full/512460a.html"><b>The Angle of the Light on the Bloodstained Kitchen Floor</b></a>" by Matt Mikalatos. <br />
At<b> 365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/28/opportunity-2/"><b>Opportunity</b></a>" by John Plunkett. Science Fiction.<br />
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• At <b>DrabbleCast</b>: "<a href="http://www.drabblecast.org/2014/08/21/drabblecast-336-mouth-god/"><b>The Mouth of God</b></a>" by Ramsey Shehadeh. Horror. <br />
"<i>You’re kneeling on the bridge. It’s late afternoon. Clouds mass low in the sky, seagulls wheel over the bridge spans, humidity hangs thick in the air. Cars speed by on either side of you, the whoosh oftheir passage filling your ears</i>." Audio and Text.<br />
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• At <b>StarShipSofa</b>: "<a href="http://www.starshipsofa.com/blog/2014/08/28/starshipsofa-no-351-lisa-tuttle/"><b>The Dream Detective</b></a>” by Lisa Tuttle.<br />
"<i>I don’t know if it was intentional on her part, and honestly, I’m not the sort of dick who always judges women on how hot they are, but if there’s any situation in which a person’s attractiveness matters, I think everybody would agree it’s a blind date</i>"Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-4918422405096844652014-08-27T14:55:00.000-05:002014-08-27T14:55:06.770-05:00Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just lots more good free fiction rounded up and corralled for ya, pilgrim.<br />
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• At <b>Beneath Ceaseless Skies</b>: "<a href="http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/stories/the-angel-azrael-delivers-justice-to-the-people-of-the-dust/"><b>The Angel Azrael Delivers Justice to the People of the Dust</b></a>" by Peter Darbyshire. Fantasy. <br />
"<i>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.</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Beneath Ceaseless Skies</b>: "<a href="http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/stories/seeing/"><b>Seeing</b></a>" by Stephen V. Ramey. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/space-travel/j-spear/the-middle-ones"><b>Dancing</b></a>" by M. E. Garber. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/travellers-rest/"><b>Traveller’s Rest</b></a>" by David I. Masson. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/meaningful-exchange/"><b>A Meaningful Exchange</b></a>" by Kat Howard. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" Text and Audio.<br />
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• At <b>Nightmare</b>: "<a href="http://www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/touch/"><b>Out of Touch</b></a>" by Simon Strantzas. Horror.<br />
"<i>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</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Tor.com</b>: "<a href="http://www.tor.com/stories/2014/08/a-cup-of-salt-tears-isabel-yap"><b>A Cup of Salt Tears</b></a>" by Isabel Yap. Dark Fantasy. Horror.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" <br />
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<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/hither-and-yon/alternative-history/barton-paul-levenson/changing-the-past"><b>Changing the Past</b></a>" by Barton Paul Levenson. Alternative History. </li>
<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/space-travel/m-e-garber/dancing"><b>Dancing</b></a>" by M. E. Garber. Science Fiction. </li>
<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: " </li>
<li>At <b>Flashes in the Dark</b>: "<a href="http://flashesinthedark.com/2014/08/27/the-red-plague-by-matthew-wilson/"><b>The Red Plague</b></a>" by Matthew Wilson. Horror. </li>
<li>At <b>Quantum Muse</b>: "<a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/flashview.php?RecID=365"><b>Jatawaff</b></a>" by Michelle Day. Science Fiction. </li>
<li>At <b>Strange Horizons</b>: "<a href="http://www.strangehorizons.com/2014/20140825/"><b>A Pantheon of Madnesses</b></a>" by Cory O'Brien. Poem, text and audio. </li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/27/time/"><b>Time</b></a>" by Roger Dale Trexler. Science Fiction. </li>
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• At <b>Beam Me U</b>p: "<a href="http://wrfrbeameup.blogspot.com/2014/08/bmu-420-is-now-online-crystalwizard.html"><b>BMU # 420</b></a>" Science Fiction.<br />
"<b>Don't Trust Venusian Mushrooms</b>" by Doug Hilton. - "<i>a tongue in cheek tale</i>" and chapter two part two of Crystalwizard's "<b>Wizard's Bane.</b>"<br />
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• At <b>Beneath Ceaseless Skies</b>: "<a href="http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/audio/bcs-132-five-fruits-i-ate-in-sandar-land/"><b>Five Fruits I Ate in Sandar Land</b></a>" by Michael Haynes. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br /><br />
• At <b>Beneath Ceaseless Skies</b>: "<a href="http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/audio-vault/bcs-audio-vault-004-precious-meat/"><b>Precious Meat</b></a>" by Catherine S. Perdue. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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?</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Amazon</b>: "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AHNE27W"><b>For Odin, for Thor, for Asgard</b></a>" [Kindle Edition]<br />
"<i>A collection of short stories of Allfather Odin, his blood son the mighty Thor and their magnificent home of Asgard. <br /><br />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</i>."<br />
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<br />Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-12809364106238599132014-08-27T07:39:00.002-05:002014-08-27T07:39:48.240-05:00Mid-Week Morning Free Fiction Part 1 of ? - More to come today.<br />
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• At <b>The Colored Lens</b>: "<a href="http://thecoloredlens.com/?p=7975"><b><span id="goog_892981980"></span>The Master’s Voice<span id="goog_892981981"></span></b></a>" by Todd Thorne. Speculative Fiction. <br />
"<i>“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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>HiLobrow</b>: "<a href="http://hilobrow.com/2014/08/26/king-goshawk-35/"><b>King Goshawk - part 35</b></a>" by Eimar O'Duffy.Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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 <b>Stranger in a Strange Land</b>, these well-meaning aliens discover that cultural forms and norms are the most effective barrier to social or economic revolution</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Mad Scientist Journal</b>: "<a href="http://madscientistjournal.org/2014/08/when-i-grow-up/"><b>When I Grow Up</b></a>" by K. Kitts. Science Fiction.<br />
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"<i>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
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• At <b>The WiFiles</b>: "<a href="http://thewifiles.com/?p=533"><b>Resistance is Futile</b></a>" by Jessica Morrow Speculative Fiction.<br />
"E<i>very 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</i>."<br />
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<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/26/family-first/"><b>Family First</b></a>" by Cameron Filas. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/25/heaven-needs-an-upgrade/"><b>Heaven Needs an Upgrade</b></a>" by Duncan Shields. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <a href="http://toastedcake.com/2014/08/toasted-cake-119-other-theories-of-relativity-by-nicole-j-leboeuf-and-mon-pays-cest-lhiver-by-amal-e.html"><b>Toasted Cake</b></a>: "<b>Other Theories of Relativity</b>" by Nicole J. LeBoeuf, and "<b>Mon pays c'est l'hiver</b>"</li>
<li>by Amal El-Mohtar.</li>
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• At<b> Fantastic Worlds of Edgar Rice Burroughs</b>: "<a href="http://marsbooks.libsyn.com/episode-24-tarzan-the-untamed-final"><b>Episode 24 - Tarzan the Untamed (Final)</b></a>"<br />
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"<i>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</i>.<br />
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• At<b> Journey Into</b>: "<a href="http://journeyintopodcast.blogspot.com/2014/08/journey-106-secret-diary-by-cassie.html"><b>The Secret Diary</b></a>" by Cassie Alexander. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>A young boy finds himself the target of several attempts on his life</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Escape Pod</b>: "<a href="http://escapepod.org/2014/08/21/ep459-water-falls-nowhere/"><b>The Water That Falls On You From Nowhere.</b></a>" by John Chu. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At<b> Pseudopod</b>: "<a href="http://pseudopod.org/2014/08/22/pseudopod-400-the-screwfly-solution/"><b>The Screwfly Solution</b></a>" by James Tiptree Jr.<br />
"<i>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</i>.”<br />
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• At <b>Tales to Terrify</b>: "<a href="http://talestoterrify.com/tales-to-terrify-no-136-nathaniel-hawthorne/"><b>Young Goodman Brown</b></a>" by Nathaniel Hawthorne.<br />
"<i>"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."</i>"<br />
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<li>At <b>Crime City Central</b>: "<a href="http://crimecitycentral.com/crime-city-central-no-100-david-a-knadler/"><b>The Least Best Place</b></a>" by David A Knadler. Audio</li>
<li>At<b> Crimewav</b>: "<a href="http://crimewav.com/?q=content/barry-graham-reads-big-davey-joins-majority"><b>Big Davey Joins the Majority</b></a>" by Barry Graham. Audio.</li>
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Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-78866616653292446592014-08-20T14:26:00.001-05:002014-08-20T14:26:55.375-05:00Free Fiction Rhapsody<br />
Is this science fiction?<br />
Is this just fantasy?<br />
Got some free fiction,<br />
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• At <b>AE</b>: "<a href="http://aescifi.ca/index.php/fiction/35-short-stories/2491-automatic-sky"><b>Automatic Sky</b></a>" by Stephen S. Power. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>The Colored Lens</b>: "<a href="http://thecoloredlens.com/?p=7959"><b>The Transceiver</b></a>" by J.A. Becker.<br />
"<i>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</i>." <br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/box-pocket-spaceman/"><b>A Box, a Pocket, a Spaceman</b></a>" by E. Catherine Tobler. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" Text and Audio.<br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/grass-princess/"><b>The Grass Princess</b></a>" by Gwyneth Jones. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Nightmare Magazine</b>: "<a href="http://www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/upon-body/"><b>Upon the Body</b></a>" by Ben Peek. Horror.<br />
"<i>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</i>." Text and Audio.<br />
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• At <b>Strange Horizons</b>: "<b>Cold as the Moon</b>" by Sunny Moraine. Speculative Fiction. <br />
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• At <b>Tor.com</b>: "<a href="http://www.tor.com/stories/2014/08/the-hero-of-five-points-alan-gratz"><b>Hero of the Five Points</b></a>" by Alan Gratz. YA.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/hither-and-yon/magic-realism/john-d-sperry/time-is-money"><b>Time is Money</b></a>" by John D. Sperry. Magic Realism. <br />
• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/fantasy/religious/kary-english/departure-gate-34b"><b>Departure Gate 34B</b></a>" by Kary English. Fantasy. Religion.<br />
• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/fantasy/parapsychology/tara-isabella-burton/the-turn"><b>The Turn</b></a>" by Tara Isabella Burton. Parapsychology. <br />
• At <b>Quantum Muse</b>: "<a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/flashview.php?RecID=364"><b>Camp</b></a>" by Happy Woodsman. <br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<b><a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/20/rocketbike/">Rocketbike</a></b>" by Jackson Fitzjames. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/19/black-rider/"><b>Black Rider</b></a><b>"</b> by Jae Miles. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/04/27/activation-required/"><b>Activation Required</b></a>" by Donald O’Barra. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>Toasted Cake</b>: "<a href="http://toastedcake.com/2014/08/toasted-cake-118-last-band-standing-by-siobhan-oflynn.html"><b>Last Band Standing</b></a>" by Siobhan O'Flynn. Audio.</blockquote>
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• At <b>Beam Me Up</b>: "<a href="http://www.beammeuppodcast.com/beam-me-up-419-science-reviews-stories-by-jason-kahn-david-scholes/"><b>Beam Me Up # 419</b></a>" Science Fiction.<br />
<i>Episode 28 of "In Plain Sight" written and narrated by Jason Kahn and “Even a Non-Corporeal Can Get Lonely" by David Scholes.</i><br />
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• At <b>Cast of Wonders</b>: "<a href="http://www.castofwonders.org/2014/07/episode-129-into-the-forever-place-by-luke-thomas/"><b>Into The Forever Place</b></a>" by Luke Thomas. YA.<br />
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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</i>." Audio and Text.<br />
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• At <b>Clarkesworld</b>: "<a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/audio_08_14b/"><b>The Saint of the Sidewalks</b></a>" by Kat Howard, read by Kate Baker.<br />
"<i>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.”</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Drabblecast</b>: "<a href="http://www.drabblecast.org/2014/08/17/drabblecast-335-whatever/"><b>To Whatever</b></a>" by Shaenon Garrity. Comedy. Horror.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At<b> StarShipSofa</b>: "<a href="http://www.starshipsofa.com/blog/2014/08/20/starshipsofa-no-350-greg-kurzawa/"><b>Predvestniki</b></a>" by Greg Kurzawa, read by Nick Camm. <br />
"<i>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</i>."Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-61170570448405010742014-08-18T07:34:00.004-05:002014-08-18T07:34:52.555-05:00Morning Free Fiction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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• At<b> Baen</b>: "<a href="http://baen.com/imperium_pursuit.asp"><b>An Imperium Pursuit</b></a>" by Jody Lynn Nye. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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</i>." <br />
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• At<b> Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/aliens/james-van-pelt/the-story-will-win-a-hugo"><b>The Story Will Win a Hugo</b></a>" by James Van Pelt. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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?</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/morning-child/"><b>Morning Child</b></a>" by Gardner Dozois. Science Fiction:<br />
"<i>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</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/djinn-sought-kill-sun/"><b>The Djinn Who Sought To Kill The Sun</b></a>" by Tahmeed Shafiq. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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.'</i>" Text and Audio.<br />
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• At <b>Mad Scientist Journal</b>: "<a href="http://madscientistjournal.org/2014/08/the-eversible-antarctic-sky-part-one/"><b>The Eversible Antarctic Sky – Part One</b></a>" by James Hanson. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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</i>."<br />
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• At<b> Nightmare Magazine</b>: "<a href="http://www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/kiss/"><b>The Kiss</b></a>" by Tia V. Travis. Horror.<br />
"<i>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</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Project Gutenberg</b>: "<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/46547"><b>A Voyage to the Moon</b></a>" by Cyrano de Bergerac. Science Fiction. 1657.<br />
"<i>"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</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Strange Horizons</b>: "<a href="http://www.strangehorizons.com/2014/20140811/"><b>The Air We Breathe Is Stormy, Stormy</b></a>" by Rich Larson. Speculative Fiction.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" Text and Audio.<br />
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• At <b>Tor.com</b>: "<a href="http://www.tor.com/stories/2014/08/sleeper-jo-walton"><b>Sleeper</b></a>" by Jo Walton. Science Fiction. <br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Tor.com</b>: "<a href="http://www.tor.com/stories/2014/08/la-signora-bruce-mcallister"><b>La Signora</b></a>" by Bruce McAllister. Dark Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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</i>." <br />
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• At <b>Beware the Hairy Mango</b>: "<a href="http://bewarethehairymango.com/episode-241-ivory-man/"><b>Ivory Man</b></a>" by Matthew Sanborn Smith.<br />
• At <b>The Colored Lens</b>: "<a href="http://thecoloredlens.com/?p=7946"><b>Magic Hands</b></a>" by Iulian Ionescu. Fantasy. <br />
• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/science-fiction/jonathan-l-miller/switch-scifi"><b>Switch</b></a>" by Jonathan L. Miller. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/fantasy/fairy-tales/melissa-mead/sugar-and-spice"><b>Sugar and Spice</b></a>" by Melissa Mead. Fantasy. <br />
• At<b> Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/hither-and-yon/magic-realism/caroline-m-yoachim/do-not-count-the-withered-ones"><b>Do Not Count the Withered Ones</b></a>" by Caroline M. Yoachim. Magic Realism. <br />
• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/fantasy/Monsters/dani-atkinson/cover-letter"><b>Cover Letter</b></a>" by Dani Atkinson. Fantasy.<br />
• At <b>Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/trial-by-comedy-by-lance-j-mushung/"><b>Trial by Comedy</b></a>" by Lance J. Mushung. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/talking-animals-by-spencer-german-ellsworth/"><b>Talking Animals</b></a>" by Spencer German Ellsworth. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/pastorale-no-3-the-longboat-burial-by-gerald-warfield/"><b>Pastorale No. 3: The Longboat Burial</b></a>" by Gerald Warfield. Fantasy.<br />
• At Farther Stars Than These: "<a href="http://www.fartherstars.com/2014/08/81414.html"><b>The Facility</b></a>" by David K Scholes. Science Fiction. <br />
• At <b>Nature</b>: "<a href="http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v512/n7513/full/512226a.html"><b>The Death of Immortality</b></a>" by Kyle L. Wilson & Andrew B. Barbour. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>Quantum Muse</b>: "<a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/flashview.php?RecID=354"><b>Cheap Wine</b></a>" by Harris Tobias <br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/16/tandem-passenger/"><b>Tandem Passenger</b></a>" by Peter R Jennings. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/15/prime-numbers/"><b>Prime Numbers</b></a>" by Elijah Goering. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/13/the-minds-lie/"><b>The Mind’s Lie</b></a>" by Amber K Bryant. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/12/the-last-witness-of-memories/"><b>The Last Witness of Memories</b></a>" by Elisa Nuckle. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/11/hate-the-player/"><b>Hate the Player</b></a>" by Jae Miles. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/17/i-would-know/"><b>I Would Know</b></a>" by RM Dooley. <br />
• At <b>Toasted Cake</b>: "<a href="http://toastedcake.com/2014/08/toasted-cake-117-blood-willows-by-caroline-m-yoachim.html"><b>Blood Willows</b></a>" by Caroline M. Yoachim. Audio, <br />
• At <b>Yesteryear Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.yesteryearfiction.com/2014/08/81314.html?"><b>Swanson Piper</b></a>" by Paul Tristram. Fantasy. </blockquote>
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• At <b>Drabblecast</b>: "<a href="http://www.drabblecast.org/2014/08/11/drabblecast-b-sides-50-colour-space/"><b>The Colour Out of Space</b></a>" by H.P. Lovecraft. Horror.<br />
"<i>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</i>." Audio and Text.<br />
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• At<b> Escape Pod</b>: "<a href="http://escapepod.org/2014/08/14/ep458-dinosaur-love/"><b>If You Were a Dinosaur, My Love</b></a>" by Rachel Swirsky, read by Christina Lebonville. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Fantastic Worlds of Edgar Rice Burroughs</b>: <b>Tarzan the Untamed</b> chapters <a href="http://marsbooks.libsyn.com/episode-22-tarzan-the-untamed"><b>22</b></a> and <a href="http://marsbooks.libsyn.com/episode-23-tarzan-the-untamed"><b>23</b></a>. Adventure.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>PodCastle</b>: "<a href="http://podcastle.org/2014/08/14/podcastle-324-without-faith-without-law-without-joy/"><b>Without Faith, Without Law, Without Joy</b></a>" by by Saladin Ahmed, read by Steve Anderson. Fantasy. <br />
"<i>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.</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Pseudopod</b>: "<a href="http://pseudopod.org/2014/08/16/pseudopod-399-the-wriggling-death/"><b>The Wriggling Death</b></a>" by Harold Gross, read by Veronica Giguere. Horror.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Radio Drama Revival</b>: "<a href="http://www.radiodramarevival.com/episode-386-land-enchantment-2-4"><b>Land of Enchantment 2 of 4</b></a>"<br />
"<i>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</i>."<br />
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• At <b>SFFaudio</b>: "<a href="http://www.sffaudio.com/?p=53114"><b>Dracula’s Guest</b></a>" by Bram Stoker, read by Robert White. Horror.<br />
<i>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." </i><br />
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• At <b>StarShipSofa</b>: "<a href="http://www.starshipsofa.com/blog/2014/08/13/starshipsofa-no-349-alex-jablokov/"><b>Feral Moon</b></a>” by Alex Jablokov<b>,</b> read by Jonathan Danz. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Tales to Terrify</b>: "<a href="http://talestoterrify.com/tales-to-terrify-no-134-william-meikle/"><b>Case of the Tibetan Rug</b></a>" by William Meikle. Horror.<br />
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• At Classic Tales Podcast: "<a href="http://classictales.libsyn.com/episode-379-the-wire-jacket-a-fu-manchu-adventurethe-nights-stillness-is-broken-as-dr-petrie-rushes-out-to-care-for-a-dying-patient-and-the-subtle-machinations-of-villainy-begin-their-work-as-the-nefarious-dr-fu-manchu-again-rears-his-insidious-head-in-lo"><b>The Wire Jacket - a Fu-Manchu Adventure</b></a>" by Sax Rohmer, read by BJ Harrison.<br />
• At Crime City Central: "<a href="http://crimecitycentral.com/crime-city-central-no-108-gerard-brennan/"><b>Hard Rock</b></a>" by Gerard Brennan, narrator Kenny Park. <br />
At Protecting Project Pulp: “<a href="http://protectingprojectpulp.com/protecting-project-pulp-104-ernest-bramah/"><b>The Coin of Dionysius</b></a>” by Ernest Bramah, read by Jay Langejans. Noir.<br />
• At The Western Online: "<a href="http://www.thewesternonline.com/enjoythehoney.html"><b>Enjoy the Honey</b></a>" by John Laneri. WesternDave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-20891259844117909802014-08-10T15:11:00.000-05:002014-08-10T20:44:09.659-05:00Sorry, no posts for a few days due to a death in the family.<br />
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"<i>The roads I travel I must leave,<br />
For I've turned the final bend.<br />
Weep not empty tears, but grieve<br />
As the road comes to an end</i>."Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-35438848025238267352014-08-09T16:08:00.001-05:002014-08-09T16:08:44.623-05:00Circle of Free FictionFrom 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<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Fiction</b></span><br />
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• At <a href="http://pulpgen.com/pulp/downloads/recent.php"><b>Online Pulps!</b></a>: "The Cat-Snake" by Frances M. Deegan. Horror.<br />
"<i>The cat in Isabel loved to be petted - but the snake in her was poised to strike ..." </i>first published in <b>Fantastic Adventures</b>, April 1948. Direct pdf download <a href="http://pulpgen.com/pulp/downloads/getpdf.php?id=1782">here</a>.<br />
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• At <b>Project Gutenberg</b>: "<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/46534"><b>The Fantasy Fan - November 1933</b></a>" by Charles D. Hornig. <br />
<i>Includes "The Other Gods" by H. P. Lovecraft and "A Dream of the Abyss" by Clark Ashton Smith.</i><br />
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• At <b>Project Gutenberg</b>: "<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/46535"><b>The Fantasy Fan December 1933</b></a>" by Charles D. Hornig.<br />
<i>Includes "Birkett's Twelfth Corpse" by August W. Derleth and other flash fiction.</i><br />
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• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/09/the-argument/"><b>The Argument</b></a>" by Suzanne Borchers. Science Fiction.</blockquote>
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• At <b>Clarkesworld</b>: "<b><a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/audio_08_14a/">Bonfires in Anacostia</a></b>" by Joseph Tomaras, read by Kate Baker.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Forgotten Classics</b>: "<a href="http://hcforgottenclassics.blogspot.com/2014/08/episode-261-people-of-mist-chapters-32.html"><b>People of the Mist - Chapters 32-33</b></a>" by H. Rider Haggard. Adventure.<br />
"<i>In which Otter must fight and Leonard is tricked.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Pseudopod</b>: "<a href="http://pseudopod.org/2014/08/08/pseudopod-398-prince-of-flowers/"><b>Prince Of Flowers</b></a>" by Elizabeth Hand, read by Christiana Ellis. Horror.<br />
"<i>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</i>."<br />
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• At <b>DriveThruRPG</b>: "<a href="http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product/133725/Basic-Dungeon-Tiles--Expansion-Set-3"><b>Basic Dungeon Tiles : Expansion Set 3</b></a>" Pay What You Want. <br />
Dungeon tiles are a useful fantasy gaming tool and this "pay what you want" set includes 24 pages of them.Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-15374504910694707462014-08-08T16:27:00.002-05:002014-08-08T16:27:36.198-05:00By 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.<br />
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• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/time-travel/eliza-victoria/140-am"><b>1:40 AM</b></a>" by Eliza Victoria. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" <br />
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• At<b> Project Gutenberg</b>: "<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/20838"><b>The Infra-Medians</b></a>" by Sewell Peaslee Wright. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Into a land of shadows and lostsouls goes Pete Grahame in searchof his hapless friends</i>." First published in <b>Astounding Stories</b>, December 1931.<br />
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• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/08/180-accident-free-days/"><b>180 Accident-Free Days</b></a>" by Gray Blix. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>Weirdyear</b>: "<a href="http://www.weirdyear.com/2014/08/8814.html"><b>When Elvis Met Khan</b></a>" by William Stobb. </blockquote>
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<span id="goog_1071933719"></span><span id="goog_1071933720"></span>• At <b>Radio Drama Revival</b>: "<a href="http://www.radiodramarevival.com/episode-385-traveling-zbs-land-enchantment"><b>Traveling with ZBS to the Land of Enchantment - Part 1 of 4.</b></a>" Fantasy. <br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Tales to Terrify</b>: <a href="http://talestoterrify.com/tales-to-terrify-no-134-paul-jessup/"><b>Episode #134</b></a>. Horror.<br />
<i>M. N. Tarrint’s "<b>The Fire Pit</b>" and Paul Jessup’s "<b>Glass Coffin Girls.</b>" No descriptions.</i><br />
Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-36852587159090785662014-08-07T16:17:00.001-05:002014-08-07T16:18:14.069-05:00Free Fiction to Come<br />
"<i>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?</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Beneath Ceaseless Skies</b>: "<a href="http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/stories/five-fruits-i-ate-in-sandar-land/"><b>Five Fruits I Ate in Sandar Land</b></a>" by Michael Haynes. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Beneath Ceaseless Skies</b>: "<a href="http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/stories/make-no-promises/"><b>Make No Promises</b></a>" by Rachel Halpern. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/space-travel/edoardo-albert/ghosts-of-mars"><b>Ghosts of Mars</b></a>" by Edoardo Albert. Science Fiction. <br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Paizo</b>: "<a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/v5748dyo5lgdg?Queen-Sacrifice-by-Steven-Savile-Chapter-Four"><b>Queen Sacrifice - Chapter Four: A Burning Love</b></a>" by Steven Savile. Fantasy. Pathfinder.<br />
"<i>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</i>." All four parts <a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/tags/queenSacrifice">here</a>.<br />
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• At <b>Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/captain-bartholomew-quasar-and-the-bandits-on-consortium-moon-prime-by-milo-james-fowler/"><b>Captain Bartholomew Quasar and the Bandits on Consortium Moon Prime</b></a>" by Milo James Fowler. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>Nature</b>: "<a href="http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v512/n7512/full/512108a.html"><b>Your Application for Eternal Life Has Been Partially Approved</b></a>" by James Wesley Rogers.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/07/moon-rocks/"><b>Moon Rocks</b></a>" by Gray Blix. Science Fiction.<br />
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• At <b>Beneath Ceaseless Skies</b>: "<a href="http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/audio/bcs-131-the-topaz-marquise/"><b>The Topaz Marquise</b></a>" by Fran Wilde. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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.</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Beneath Ceaseless Skies</b>: "<a href="http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/audio-vault/bcs-audio-vault-003-haxan/"><b>Haxan</b></a>" by Kenneth Mark Hoover. Fantasy. <br />
"<i>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.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>PodCastle</b>: "<a href="http://podcastle.org/2014/08/07/podcastle-ascent-unreason/"><b>The Ascent of Unreason</b></a>" by Marie Brennan, read by Wilson Fowlie. Fantasy. <br />
"<i>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</i>."Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-38501714292567257642014-08-06T13:10:00.000-05:002014-08-06T13:10:16.490-05:00There is Nothing Like Looking, If You Want to Find Free Fiction<i>In a hole in the ground there lived a bookworm. Not a nasty, dirty, wet
hole, filled with the ends of snakes and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry,
bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to read or sit down on: it was a bookworm-hole, and that means free fiction. </i><br />
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• At <b>HiLobrow</b>: "<a href="http://hilobrow.com/2014/08/06/king-goshawk-32/"><b>King Goshawk - Part 32</b></a>" by Eimar O'Duffy. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Having shaken off his guide, Cuanduine passed out of the city and came presently to a grove not far off, wherein an army of workmen had just finished erecting a hugh pyre of logs over tar-barrels. A hundred and fifty feet square it was at the base, and forty feet high, and it was overtopped by an earthen ramp over a mile in length. Just as Cuanduine arrived torches were put to the tar, and flames two hundred feet high shot up into the sky.</i>"<br />
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• At<b> Nightmare Magazine</b>: "<a href="http://www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/dear-owner-1972-ford-crew-cab-pickup/"><b>Dear Owner of This 1972 Ford Crew Cab Pickup</b></a>" by Desirina Boskovich. Horror.<br />
"<i>It’s me again. Remember me? In the beginning I left a note stuck to your windshield. You are parked outside my bedroom window, it said. Please stop revving your truck at 3 a.m., or find somewhere else to park</i>." Text and Audio.<br />
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• At <b>Tor.com</b>: "<a href="http://www.tor.com/stories/2014/08/in-the-sight-of-akresa-ray-wood"><b>In the Sight of Akresa</b></a>" by Ray Wood. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>Claire’s lover has no tongue. A slave liberated from a heathen temple, Aya cannot tell the story of her stolen voice, or of her and Claire’s unfolding love. She cannot speak her pain, her joy, or her sorrow. And if she sees that which eludes the blind goddess of justice, she cannot bear witness. 'In the Sight of Akresa' is a tragic fantasy romance from debut author Ray Wood.</i>"<br />
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<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/science-fiction/rebecca-schwarz/a-note-to-parents-regarding-the-beginning-and-end-of-time-diorama-presentations-for-ms-millers-third-grade-class"><b>A Note to Parents Regarding the Beginning and End of Time Diorama Presentations for Ms. Miller's Third Grade Class.</b></a>" by Rebecca Schwarz. Science Fiction. </li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/06/pompeii/"><b>Pompeii</b></a>" by Merklinger. Science Fiction.</li>
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• At <b>Beam Me Up</b>: "<a href="http://www.beammeuppodcast.com/beam-me-up-417-news-music-pt1-doubling-down-on-dublee-michael-juby/"><b>Beam Me Up # 417 News, Music + pt1 Doubling Down On Dublee – Michael Juby</b></a>"<i> </i><br />
<i>part one of Michael Jube’s "Doubling Down on Dublee."</i><br />
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• At <b>LibriVox</b>: "<a href="https://librivox.org/the-fall-of-the-nibelungs-by-unknown/"><b>The Fall of the Niebelungs</b></a>" translated by Margaret Armour. Epic. Fantasy. Mythology.<br /> <br />
"<i>My husband is stark and bold. When that he slew the dragon on the
mountain, he bathed him in its blood; wherefore no weapon can pierce
him. Nevertheless, when he rideth in battle, and spears fly from the
hands of heroes, I tremble lest I lose him. Alack! for Siegfried's sake
how oft have I been heavy of my cheer! And now, dear cousin, I will
trust thee with the secret, and tell thee, that thou mayst prove thy
faith, where my husband may be wounded. For that I know thee honourable,
I do this. When the hot blood flowed from the wound of the dragon, and
Siegfried bathed therein, there fell atween his shoulders the broad leaf
of a lime tree. There one might stab him, and thence is my care and
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• At <b>WotC</b>: "<a href="http://dnd.wizards.com/articles/features/basicrules?x=dnd/basicrules"><b>D&D Basic Rules</b></a>." Fantasy.<br />
"<i>The Basic Rules for Dungeons & Dragons is a PDF (over 100 pages, in fact) that covers the core of the game. It runs from levels 1 to 20 and covers the cleric, fighter, rogue, and wizard, presenting what we view as the essential subclass for each. It also provides the dwarf, elf, halfling, and human as race options; in addition, the rules contain 120 spells, 5 backgrounds, and character sheets.</i>" A good way to look at the upcoming fifth addition, but not really a complete game. With no monsters, you would have to fudge quite a bit to actually play. It's been out awhile but free is free.Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-9749652583895064842014-08-05T15:59:00.003-05:002014-08-05T16:01:06.039-05:00For the Internet is Infinite and I Have Read its Free FictionEven more great free fiction, including a few proudly pilfered from Regan Wolfrom's free fiction links at <a href="http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2014/08/free-sf-fantasy-and-horror-fiction-for-8052014/#more-97953">SF Signal</a>. <br />
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• At <b>The Colored Lens</b>: "<a href="http://thecoloredlens.com/?p=7943"><b>Truth Banks</b></a>" by Damien Krsteski. Speculative Fiction.<br />
"<i>I picture the satellites containing the data of the Truth Banks, the supercomputers buried deep underground with backups and revision history, the top-secret security systems. If there’s one heist impossible to pull it’s this one, and yet the fifteen millisecond gap is right before me like a splinter in the holograms.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Comets and Criminals</b>: "<a href="http://www.cometsandcriminals.com/?page_id=1453"><b>La Rosa Still in Bloom</b></a>" by Beth Cato. Science Fiction. [Via <a href="http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2014/08/free-sf-fantasy-and-horror-fiction-for-8052014/#more-97953">SF Signal</a>]<br />
"<i>Rosa spied Mason marching downhill, the formerly pregnant swell of his beer belly dwindled to a saggy bump. Morning light glinted along the barrel of the shotgun in his hands. She tapped her fingers against the windowsill and calculated the days since electricity failed: twenty-three. The chill of autumn crept into her very bones as the house creaked and sang to itself. As far as she knew, beyond their hill the human race had ceased to be</i>." Text and Audio.<br />
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• At<b> Lakeside Circus</b>: "<a href="http://lakesidecircus.com/2014/07/anton-sim-presents-a-life-of-no-consequence/"><b>A Life of No Consequence</b></a>" by Anton Sim. Science Fiction. [Via <a href="http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2014/08/free-sf-fantasy-and-horror-fiction-for-8052014/#more-97953">SF Signal</a>]<br />
"<i>Seventy-nine years later, in the fourth year of the plague, scientists tamed time. They didn’t conquer it; that was entirely beyond human comprehension. But they found a way to fold the days and months atop one another and allow windows, openings. Through one such window they viewed the future, all 22 trillion variations of it, and discovered the single timeline in which humanity survived. And they were able to isolate and determine the DNA of the person who rescued mankind</i>." <br />
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• At <b>Strange Horizons</b>: "<a href="http://www.strangehorizons.com/2014/20140804/"><b>Resurrection Points</b></a>" by Usman T. Malik. Speculative Fiction.<br />
"<i>And thus we practiced my first danse macabre. Sought out the nerve bundles, made them pop and sizzle, watched the cadaver spider its way across the table. With each discharge, the pain lessened, but soon my fingers began to go numb and Baba made me halt. Carefully he draped DeadBoy.</i>" Text and Audio.<br />
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• Now Posted: <b>Apex Magazine <a href="http://www.apex-magazine.com/issue-63-august-2014/">Issue 63 — August 2014</a></b><a href="http://www.apex-magazine.com/issue-63-august-2014/"></a>.<br />
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• “<b><a href="http://www.apex-magazine.com/ten-days-grace/" title="Ten Days' Grace by Foz Meadows">Ten Days’ Grace</a></b>” by Foz Meadows<br />
"<i>Julia Kettan first knew her husband was dead when she looked out the window and saw a car emblazoned with the crest of the Bureau of Family Affairs pull up in the driveway. Her legs went weak, though whether from relief or fear she couldn’t tell. Robert hadn’t come home the previous evening. She’d phoned it in that morning to both the police and the Bureau, not wanting to risk a second major infraction under the Spousal Laws in case anything really had happened, despite being convinced that Robert had just drunk too much after work and decided to sleep at a friend’s</i>."<br />
• “<b><a href="http://www.apex-magazine.com/sister-of-mercy/" title="Sister of Mercy by Amanda Forrest">Sister of Mercy</a></b>” by Amanda Forrest<br />
"<i>Morning, and the frost was thick on ferns already yellow with the
changing season. The sun broke from the horizon, thin light stirring the
dying insects to crawl for one more day. I pushed the scratchy woolen
blankets off my body and stood, shivering, from the bed I made in the
meadow.</i>"<br />
• “<b><a href="http://www.apex-magazine.com/the-sandbirds-of-mirelle/" title="The Sandbirds of Mirelle by John Moran">The Sandbirds of Mirelle</a></b>” by John Moran<br />
"<i>In the autumn of 2309 I crossed from one lonely star to another and took a tour to the sandbird tracks of Mirelle. The only other passengers were a married couple, and our guide was a priest in training. I was eighteen, and it was my first assassination.</i>"<br />
• “<a href="http://www.apex-magazine.com/jupiter-and-gentian/"><b></b></a><b><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" title="Jupiter and Gentian by Erik Amundsen">Jupiter and Gentian</a></b>” by Erik Amundsen<br />
"<i>Gen walked on the endless, oscillating sea of liquid metal hydrogen and
tried, tried to keep her consciousness together. The knight who followed
her into the atmosphere, swam through the outer sea of hydrogen with
her, he was here too. His armor defied the pressure, his banner defied
the heat, and his hands, deep within the boiling, rolling mass of
Jupiter. He stood beside a tree that constantly remade itself as it
burned and crumpled</i>." </blockquote>
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• At <b>Chrome Baby</b>: "<a href="http://robindunn.com/bairn20.html"><b>Astreya’s Fish</b></a>" by Siobhan Gallagher. Science Fiction. [Via <a href="http://www.sfsignal.com/archives/2014/08/free-sf-fantasy-and-horror-fiction-for-8052014/#more-97953">SF Signal</a>]<br />
• At<b> Lakeside Circus</b>:"<a href="http://lakesidecircus.com/2014/07/levi-jacobs-presents-fixed/"><b>Fixed</b></a>" by Levi Jacobs. Science Fiction. <br />
• At <b>Strange Horizons</b>: "<a href="http://www.strangehorizons.com/2014/20140804/bellamy-p.shtml"><b>Note to the Caretaker</b></a>" by Lisa Bellamy. Speculative Poem.</blockquote>
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• At <b>DriveThruRPG</b>: <a href="http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product/133563/Pathways-41-PFRPG"><b>Pathways #41</b></a> (PFRPG) by Rite Publishing. <br />
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"<b>Deep Dragon Template</b>" <i>Steve shows us what dragons canpotentionally lie deep in the Earth.Make a more powerful foe with the Deep Dragon Template.</i> by Steve Russell.<br />
"<b>Principles of Mega-dungeon Design</b>" <i>Creighton shows us what megadungeonsare and how they can bedesigned</i>.by Creighton Broadhurst<br />
"<b>Introduction to World Building</b>" <i>Explore how to make your own world!</i> by Elton Robb.</blockquote>
Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-58061917277807941462014-08-05T11:25:00.001-05:002014-08-05T11:25:38.662-05:00 "My God—It's Full of Free Fiction!"More to come.<br />
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• At<b> AE</b>: "<a href="http://aescifi.ca/index.php/fiction/35-short-stories/2482-the-good-girl"><b>The Good Girl</b></a>" by Jennifer Campbell-Hicks. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>A man in a hazmat suit stood at the front door. Allie had watched through the window as his van came up the driveway and around a tree that sprouted from a crack last summer, and she started to cry. She might be only 9, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew why the man had come.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Anotherealm</b>: "<a href="http://www.anotherealm.com/2014/ar080114.php"><b>In the Company of Lizard-Men</b></a>" by Katherine Sanger. <br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "<a href="http://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/undermarket-data/"><b>Undermarket Data</b></a>" by An Owomoyela. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>A drink arrived that Culin hadn’t ordered. No one sent drinks to the crowded annex where Culin sat, crammed in with seven other people, all with contagion bands on their sleeves and matching tattoos on their arms. Sending drinks was an affectation Culin didn’t see much in the Dead Engine at all.</i>" Text and Audio.<br />
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• At <b>Lightspeed</b>: "State Change" by Ken Liu. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>Every night, before going to bed, Rina checked the refrigerators. There were two in the kitchen, on separate circuits, one with a fancy ice dispenser on the door. There was one in the living room holding up the TV, and one in the bedroom doubling as a nightstand.</i>"<br />
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• Now Posted: <a href="http://cafeirreal.alicewhittenburg.com/issue_51.htm"><b>Cafe Irreal Issue #51</b></a>. Surrealism.<br />
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• "<a href="http://cafeirreal.alicewhittenburg.com/thurber10.htm"><b>The Manufacturing Of Sorrow</b></a>" by Bob Thurber.<br />
"<i>When the bell rang, signaling mid-morning break, the floors of the factory shook as workers scrambled away from their stations, rushing to vending machines or out exit doors for a smoke. Morning break was eight minutes</i>." <br />
• "<a href="http://cafeirreal.alicewhittenburg.com/ramirez.htm"><b>The Barchildren and Drive-Thru</b></a>" by Héctor Ramírez.<br />
"<i>Your local sports bar & grill closes at 2:00AM, but the barchildren aren't released until 3:00AM. The barchildren are kept on the childplatform, which lies beneath the foosball tables, under the floorboards. The barchildren are released by a timed mechanism that pulls the floor open and raises the childplatform.</i>" <br />
• "<a href="http://cafeirreal.alicewhittenburg.com/stromsholt.htm"><b>The Decay of Hypnerotomachia Poliphili</b></a>" by Thomas Strømsholt.<br />
"<i>My love, turned into a magpie of the European variety, perched on the capital of a tilted Ionic column. These things happen from time to time. The slender column was detached, supporting nothing but my plumaged love. Creepers crept and coiled up around the eroded grooves of the column, its base, stylobate and krepis covered by a luxuriant growth of plants and flowers</i>." <br />
• "<a href="http://cafeirreal.alicewhittenburg.com/ulibarri.htm"><b>It Pours</b></a>" by Sarena Ulibarri. <br />
"<i>The first drops fell before I noticed the clouds that had gathered in
the corner of my bedroom. I heard them, a slow drip that I attributed to
a leaky faucet, or an overflowing bathtub from the upstairs neighbors
that I heard fighting all the time</i>."<br />
• "<a href="http://cafeirreal.alicewhittenburg.com/chakravarti3.htm"><b>The Enchanted Tree</b></a>" by Srinjay Chakravarti.<br />
"<i>Once upon a time there lived a young man named Aniket. He had no one in the world, his parents were long dead, and he had no home to speak of. He was a wanderer, who moved from one town to another, looking for a place to settle in. One day he arrived in the strange town of Advutnagar.</i>"</blockquote>
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• Now Posted: The Aug - Oct '14 Issue of <a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/CurrentIssue.html"><b>Sorcerous Signals</b></a>.<br />
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• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/WorkofArt.html"><b>A Work of Art</b></a>" by Robina Williams.<br />
"<i>An alabaster trinket spotted on a market stall turns out to possess ancient and dangerous powers.</i>"<br />
• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/Believe.html"><b>Believe</b></a>" by Leslie Roy Carter.<br />
"<i>A young illusionist sorceress has to prove herself on a covert military mission - but it's not her illusion magic she's wanted for.</i>"<br />
• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/Annihilator.html"><b>Bob the Annihilator</b></a>" by R. Scott Russell.<br />
"<i>It was an uneasy retirement in a haunted land and the only thing the settlers sought was peace amid solitude. Butwhen an old enemy appears offering hope is it the last spasm of a bitter war...or an honorable means to heal old wounds?</i>"<br />
• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/CryWolf.html"><b>Cry Wolf</b></a>" by MR Tomson<br />
"<i>He may be the victor of a thousand battles and the hero ofa hundred wars, but age is catching up with the king's champion -- and so are the dire wolves</i>."<br />
• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/DirtyFairy.html"><b>The Dirty Fair</b>y</a>" by Deborah Walker.<br />
"<i>My mother said, 'I never should play with the fairies in the wood.' When I asked her why, she said, 'They drink.' Her voice was a stone.</i>"<br />
• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/GoodNews.html"><b>Good News, Bad News and Both</b></a>" by Joyce Frohn<br />
"<i>When you wander through worlds in your sleep there are bound to be some rough awakenings, but the roughest could be coming home. At least for two flower children of the 60's who discover some things have changed since they left and what will they do with the hitchhiker they picked up?</i>"<br />
• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/Healer.html"><b>The Healer's Apprentice</b></a>" by Jason Lairamore.<br />
"<i>All was well in the peaceful bounty surrounding Lifebringer Mountain until Brinol, a dwarf, brought tidings that threatened to ruin everything.</i>"<br />
• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/Feradon.html"><b>One Day in Feradon</b></a>" by Darryl Fifield<br />
"<i>A stranger causes trouble in the small Hamlet of Feradon</i>."<br />
• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/Death.html"><b>Paying for Death</b></a>" by C.L. Holland<br />
"<i>When her sister marries the man Mirri loves, she wantsrevenge. She's willing to pay for it, but does she reallyunderstand what it is she's buying?</i>"<br />
• "<a href="http://www.sorceroussignals.com/Trail.html"><b>Trail</b></a>" by Michael Tager<br />
"<i>Set in Baum's world of Oz, follow a single precious stonefrom its uncovering in the Nome mines to its arrival in the Emerald City.</i>"</blockquote>
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<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/space-travel/brynn-macnab/the-love-letter"><b>The Love Letter</b></a>" by Brynn MacNab. </li>
<li>At <b>Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/a-year-of-cat-ownership-by-james-reinebold/"><b>A Year of Cat Ownership</b></a>" by James Reinebold. Fantasy. </li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/05/a-game-of-inches/"><b>A Game Of Inches</b></a>" by Clint Wilson. Science Fiction. </li>
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• At <b>Escape Pod</b>: "<a href="http://escapepod.org/2014/08/04/ep457/"><b>A Struggle Between Rivals Ends Surprisingly</b></a>" by Oliver Buckram, read by Laura Hobbs. Science Fiction,<br />
"<i>While the harbormaster fidgeted at his desk, Treya checked her pipes. They were, of course, in perfect condition: the leather supple and the drones polished. She’d brought her double-chantered smallpipes today, in case the negotiations grew complex.</i>" Audio and Text,<br />
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• At<b> Protecting Project Pulp</b>: "<a href="http://protectingprojectpulp.com/protecting-project-pulp-103-abraham-merritt/"><b>The People of the Pit</b></a>" by Abraham Merritt. Adventure.<br />
"<i>North of us a shaft of light shot half way to the zenith. It came from behind the five peaks. The beam drove up through a column of blue haze whose edges were marked as sharply as the rain that streams from the edges of a thunder cloud. It was like the flash of a searchlight through an azure mist. It cast no shadows.</i>" First published in <b>The All-Story</b>, January 5, 1918.<br />
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• At <b>StarShipSofa</b>: "<a href="http://www.starshipsofa.com/blog/2014/08/05/starshipsofa-no-348-samuel-peralta-and-veronica-belmont/"><b>StarShipSofa No 348 Samuel Peralta and Veronica Belmont</b></a>" <br />
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• “<b>Liberty: Seeking Support for a Writ of Habeas Corpus for a Non-Human Being</b>” by Samuel Peralta. Science Fiction.• </blockquote>
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• "<b>CatAssassins!</b>" by Veronica Belmont. </blockquote>
<br />Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-85703841408100212482014-08-04T10:12:00.001-05:002014-08-05T16:00:11.352-05:00Here's Free Fiction, Baby / Signed, Sealed, Delivered, It's YoursBA "Ahead you see some great free fiction."<br />Bob "I waste it with my crossbow!!!"<br />
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• At <b>Mad Scientist Journal</b>: "<a href="http://madscientistjournal.org/2014/08/using-supernatural-dna-to-enhance-sporting-performance/"><b>Using Supernatural DNA to Enhance Sporting Performance</b></a>" by Andy Brown.<br />
<i>"For centuries, the tales of supernatural beings and their magical powers have enriched our lives. Now that we have access to these beings after the Pan Species Accord of 1947 (PSA), DNA research has shown that some of the traits of these creatures may be transferable to humans. This project focuses on DNA applications with regard to physical enhancement in sportsmen and women</i>."<br />
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• At <b>The WiFiles</b>: "<a href="http://thewifiles.com/?p=527"><b>The Wind</b></a>" by Michael Shirzadian. Speculative Fiction.<br />
"<i>Not having noticed the door left ajar, it would have been impossible for Calo to have noticed the glass of ice water which had been placed meticulously and intentionally on the top of the door, leaning at a slight angle against the white panels above the frame so that at the slightest irritation the glass would fall on and soak the unsuspecting door-enterer below.</i>"<br />
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• Now Posted: "<a href="http://www.heroicfantasyquarterly.com/?p=1660"><b>Heroic Fantasy Quarterly– Q21</b></a>" Fantasy.<br />
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• "<b><a href="http://www.heroicfantasyquarterly.com/?p=1666" target="_blank">A Matter of Goats</a></b>" by Ben Fenwick<br />"<i>An astronomical mission take an English poet and a scientist deep into
the Balkan hinterlands. The secrets of Suleyman, old superstitions, and
ancient wickedness unfold beneath the uncaring stars</i>."<br />
• "<b><a href="http://www.heroicfantasyquarterly.com/?p=1631" target="_blank">Tomb Robber’s Tale</a></b>" by Sean Robson<br />
"<i>Robbing the Necropolis of Catapesh is dangerous, dirty work, but when
Tariq and his nephew discover a greater secret with greater rewards they
delve into an ancient sunless world and thread its lethal streets</i>."<br />
"<b><a href="http://www.heroicfantasyquarterly.com/?p=1643" target="_blank">Lady Cardula and the Gryphon</a></b>" by Sawn Scarber<br />
"<i>Just because you’re a monster of terror and legend doesn’t mean you can’t be civil about things. With bonus artwork!</i>"<br />
• "<b><a href="http://www.heroicfantasyquarterly.com/?p=1640" target="_blank">A Breath of Darkness</a></b>" by Liz Colter<br />
"<i>Life as the Chosen One can be brutal, especially when there is no one
upon whom to pass the torch, the gods have abandoned you and your
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• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/virtual-reality/shannon-fay/readymade"><b>Readymade</b></a>" by Shannon Fay. Science Fiction. <br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/03/suburban-singularity/"><b>Suburban Singularity</b></a>" by T J Moore. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/04/every-angle/"><b>Every Angle</b></a>" by Jae Miles. Science Fiction. <br />
• At <b>Toasted Cake</b>: "<a href="http://toastedcake.com/2014/08/toasted-cake-116-the-tell-tale-ear-by-alex-shvartsman.html"><b>The Tell-Tale Ear</b></a>" by Alex Shvartsman. Audio Science Fiction. </blockquote>
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• At <b>Author's Site</b>: "<a href="http://scottsigler.com/podcast/nocturnal-episode-41/"><b>Nocturnal: Episode #41</b></a>" by Scott Sigler, Horror.<br />
"<i>Marie’s Children attacked San Francisco General Hospital, and made off with not only Jebediah Erickson, the Savior, but also Pookie Chang. Pookie’s partner, Bryan Clauser, was badly injured in the fight. He is with Adam and Alder Jessup, and with Aggie James, the street bum who was held captive by Marie’s Children. Bryan and Co are racing to the apartment of Robin Hudson, who might be the monsters next target. Can they get to Robin in time?</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Drabblecast</b>: "<a href="http://www.drabblecast.org/2014/08/02/drabblecast-33-cure/"><b>After the Cure</b></a>" by Carrie Ryan, read by Amy Robinson. Horror. <br />
"<i>I was shot with the cure in the dark. Later, someone would tell me it was a Tuesday, but before the tranq dart I didn’t know such a thing existed. It was either day or night, hungry or sated, alive or dead</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Dunesteef</b>: "<a href="http://dunesteef.com/2014/07/30/episode-162-last-contact-by-rish-outfield-and-b-d-anklevich/"><b>Last Contact</b></a>" by Rish Outfield and B.D. Anklevich. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Everyone finds the Others revolting. They are aliens, unwelcome visitors now squatting on Earth. And when Hughes is forced to partner up with one of the Others for his Biology class presentation, he is mortified and disgusted. But will he still feel that way once he’s gotten to know her?</i>"<br />
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• At<b> Every Photo Tells</b>: "<a href="http://everyphototells.com/2014/08/episode-149-the-haunted-peak/"><b>The Haunted Peak</b></a>" by Mick Bordet. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>There are many legends told about the Haunted Peak, but the road that winds past it holds a story of its own</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Fantastic Worlds of Edgar Rice Burroughs</b>: "<a href="http://marsbooks.libsyn.com/episode-21-tarzan-the-untamed"><b>Episode 21 - Tarzan The Untamed.</b></a>" Adventure.<br />
"<i>We left Lt. Smith-Oldwick separated from Bertha Kircher in the city of the maniacs. He has been taken into a locked enclosure and left to fend for himself – surrounded by a pride of great lions!</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Crime City Central</b>: "<a href="http://crimecitycentral.com/crime-city-central-no-107-gerard-brennan/"><b>Just This Once</b></a>" by Michael Guillebeau, read by Fred Himebaugh.<br />
• At <b>The Western Online</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.thewesternonline.com/destinyscross.html">Destiny's Cross</a></b>" by Bob Cacioppo.<br />
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• At <b>The Western Online</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.thewesternonline.com/hangonfortheride.html">Hang on for the Ride</a></b>" by Milo James Fowler.</div>
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• At <b>The Western Online</b>: "<b><a href="http://www.thewesternonline.com/JehricoCollection/theorphan.html">The Orphan from Ciudad Verde Pálido</a></b>" by Tom Sheehan.</div>
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Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-66386787210991334082014-08-02T11:50:00.000-05:002014-08-02T11:50:00.900-05:00Free Fiction and the Summer SunFree Fiction says are here again as the summer evenings grow / I got my fantasy, I got my sci-fi, Have I got a more? Who knows?<br />
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• At <b>Buzzy Mag</b>: "<a href="http://buzzymag.com/cineplex-by-m-m-devoe/"><b>Cineplex</b></a>" by M. M. DeVoe. Urban Fantasy.<br />
"<i>When people ask, I say that I’m a physicist who serves on the board of a
nonprofit science research agency headquartered in New York. This is
true, basically. My area of expertise is parallel universes. At any
given moment, I know all the things that ever did or might happen in a
given location.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Paizo</b>: "<a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/v5748dyo5lgcf?Queen-Sacrifice-by-Steven-Savile-Chapter"><b>Queen Sacrifice - Chapter Three: The City Under No Stars.</b></a>" by Steven Savile. Pathfinder fantasy.<br />
"<i>Spires of stone rose toward what should have been the sky, the twisted columns supporting the overbearing weight of the cavern's roof. Lights burned in a few windows, like tears on the face of the rock walls where the oil burners lit the workplace. She watched as dozens of shadows swarmed over the scaffolds like ants. She knew where the children had gone; they hadn't been slaughtered for food, but were being used as slave labor down here, worked until they dropped, useless. Only then would they become meat for the shadow men.</i>" Past chapters <a href="http://paizo.com/paizo/blog/tags/queenSacrifice">here</a>.<br />
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• Now Posted: <b><a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/">Clarkesworld</a>: Issue 95, August 2014</b>. Fantasy and SF<br />
• "<b><a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/yoachim_08_14/">Five Stages of Grief After the Alien Invasion</a></b>" by Caroline M. Yoachim.<br />
"<i>Ellie huddled in the corner of her daughter’s room. She sang a quiet lullaby and cradled her swaddled infant in her arms. Lexi was four months old, or maybe thirteen months? Ellie shook her head. There hadn’t been a birthday party, and thirteen-month-olds didn’t need swaddling</i>."<br />
• "<a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/tomaras_08_14/"><b>Bonfires in Anacostia</b></a>" by Joseph Tomaras.<br />
"<i>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</i>." <br />
• "<a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/howard_08_14/"><b>The Saint of the Sidewalks</b></a>" by Kat Howard.<br />
"<i>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.'</i>" <br />
• "<a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/kelly_08_14/"><b>The Rose Witch</b></a>" by James Patrick Kelly.<br />
"<i>Most in that country called Tzigana a witch, though never to her face.
Now that she was dead, you would expect that the girls who had lived in
her tumbledown house might say whatever they wished. But none dared
speak against the old woman. All but one continued to bless her memory,
constructing imagined kindnesses out of blankets as thin as soldiers’
socks, candle stubs dipped from scrap wax, and joints of stringy goat
for the turnip soup.</i>" <br />
• "<a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/novik_08_14_reprint/"><b>Seven Years from Home</b></a>" by Naomi Novi.<br />
"<i>Seven days passed for me on my little raft of a ship as I fled Melida;
seven years for the rest of the unaccelerated universe. I hoped to be
forgotten, a dusty footnote left at the bottom of a page. Instead I came
off to trumpets and medals and legal charges, equal doses of acclaim
and venom, and I stumbled bewildered through the brassy noise, led first
by one and then by another, while my last opportunity to enter any
protest against myself escaped</i>." <br />
• "<a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/macleod_08_14_reprint/"><b>Nevermore</b></a>" by Ian R. MacLeod.<br />
"<i>Now that he couldn’t afford to buy enough reality, Gustav had no option
but to paint what he saw in his dreams. With no sketchpad to bring back,
no palette or cursor, his head rolling up from the pillow and his mouth
dry and his jaw aching from the booze he’d drunk the evening
before—which was the cheapest means he’d yet found of getting to
sleep—he was left with just that one chance, and few trailing wisps of
something that might once have been beautiful before he had to face the
void of the day</i>."<br />
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• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/02/dissidence/"><b>Dissidence</b></a>" by Robert King. Science Fiction.<br />
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"<i>Ellie huddled in the corner of her daughter’s room. She sang a quiet
lullaby and cradled her swaddled infant in her arms. Lexi was four
months old, or maybe thirteen months? Ellie shook her head. There hadn’t
been a birthday party, and thirteen-month-olds didn’t need swaddling</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Pseudopod</b>: "<a href="http://pseudopod.org/2014/08/01/pseudopod-397-gut-check/"><b>Gut Check</b></a>" by Toni Nicolino, read by Stephanie Morris. Horror.<br />
“<i>The sun had ducked behind the overgrown trees on Twining Avenue, and she checked the time on her cell phone. She’d been meandering for almost thirty minutes, and if she went any further, she wouldn’t have the energy to trek back. She turned around and started the journey home, feeling strangely fearful of the sudden darkness. The streetlights hadn’t yet been activated and the lack of illumination made her uneasy. She picked up the pace, wondering if her protective new-mother disposition had heightened her sense of self-preservation. More likely, the recollection of her unpleasant childhood had caused the unrest</i>."<br />
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• <b>Radio Drama Revival</b>: "<a href="http://www.radiodramarevival.com/episode-384-traveling-back-1918/"><b>Episode 384 – Traveling Back to 1918</b></a>" Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Premise: It is 1918 and aliens have crash landed on the planet. At the climax of World War I, Central Power and Allied scientists are racing to find uses for alien technology. Triplanes and Sopwith camels are rigged with laser systems. Believed dead after being shot down, Manfred Von Richtofen, the infamous Red Baron is restored to health as a cybornetic robot and enlisted to aid Germany in it’s quest to fight the return of the aliens.</i>" <br />
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• At <b>DriveThruRPG</b>: "<a href="http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product/133328/FA3--Darkwood-Forest"><b>FA3 - Darkwood Forest</b></a>" OSR Adventure.<br />
"<i>With a multitude of side adventures this area helps mid-level adventurers increase their experience point base. Close to this area is the previously published Sunken Temple of Bulu and the Ruins of Tarlac Keep.This adventure setting was designed for 1st/2nd Edition AD&D for the Filbar Campaign for mid to upper level groups of adventurers. This adventure is easily adaptable to most any game and system. Save yourself some time and utilize it for several one shot adventures or a continuing campaign setting!</i>"<br />
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• At <b>QuasarDragon Games</b>: "<a href="http://quasargames.blogspot.com/2014/08/gumberoo.html"><b>The Gumberoo</b></a>" Monster.<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">"<i>What
a strange creature it was. When I first saw it, I thought it my be a
deformed bear, or one that was horribly scarred. That was soon disproved
when poor Arteoss decided to chase it off with his slingshot; it seems
unlikely that he'll ever regain use of that eye. Who'd have believed
that the stone would bounce of the damned beast and rebound straight
back at Arteoss</i>." - from The Journals of Eurylochos the Traveler.</span>Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-48283347417798042912014-08-01T08:34:00.000-05:002014-08-01T08:34:04.315-05:00August First Free Fiction<br />
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• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: " <a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/biotech/robert-lowell-russell/scents-of-life"><b>Scents of Life</b></a>" by Robert Lowell Russell. Science Fiction. <br />
"<i>Katie walked hand in hand with her grandfather along the forest path. Dappled light filtered through the trees. She liked the way his hand felt rough in hers and how his eyes always seemed to smile, even when it didn't show on his face. Whenever she stumbled over a stone, or a root, or her own feet, he'd steady her with a grip that was still firm and strong. He stopped along the trail and pointed to dandelions growing in a sunlit circle among the trees. Yellow petals crowned green stems ending in spiked leaves. Some flowers had already changed to puffs</i>."<br />
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• At <b>GigaNotoSaurus</b>: "<a href="http://giganotosaurus.org/2014/08/01/between-sea-and-shore/"><b>Between Sea and Shore</b></a>" by Vanessa Fogg. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>The world is filled with spirits who would take a child. The gundarram, who hide in banana trees and send out their foul breath to sicken sleeping infants. The gargar demons with red fur and black wings, who fly through the rainforest looking for naughty children to snatch. Momimo,
who appears as a little lost boy crying in the mangrove swamps, begging
children and adults alike for help. There are even spirits who steal
the lives of babies still in their mothers’ wombs.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Kasma</b>: "<a href="http://www.kasmamagazine.com/pink-ice-in-the-jovian-rings.html"><b>Pink Ice in the Jovian Rings</b></a>" by C.J. Paget. Science Fiction. <br />
"<i>There: Thebe. Ugly little thing. A potato of ice and crap, streakin' past like the comet it probably once was. Blink and you missed it. Maybe I feel a tug as it zips by, its mass just enough to stir me in my suspension coffin. Or maybe I'm imagining it. You imagine a lot of things out here. You need to.</i>"<br />
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• <span id="goog_662509403"></span><span id="goog_662509404"></span>Now Posted: <a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/"><b>Quantum Muse - August 2014 Edition</b></a><br />
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• "<a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/story.php?RecID=630"><b>The Waiting Room</b></a>" by Harris Tobias. Speculative Fiction.<br />
<i>"Got a question for God, take a number." </i><br />
• "<a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/story.php?RecID=643"><b>Slight Chance of Thunderstorms</b></a>" by Jessica Baumgartner. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>This local weather girl is much more than meets the eye.</i>"<br />
• "<a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/story.php?RecID=646"><b>The Fortress</b></a>" by Michele Dutcher. Science Fiction<br />
"<i>In a barren future, a young woman goes searching for a link to her heritage.</i>" <br />
• "<a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/story.php?RecID=654"><b>Cities of Men</b></a>" by Rocky Hutson. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Retired astronomy professor discovers humankind is making a startling transformation.</i>" </blockquote>
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<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/hither-and-yon/magic-realism/vajra-chandrasekera/ulder"><b>Ulder</b></a>" by Vajra Chandrasekera. Magical Realism.</li>
<li>At <b>Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/an-isolated-mechanism-by-moriah-geer-hardwick/"><b>An Isolated Mechanism</b></a>" by Moriah Geer-Hardwick. Science Fiction. </li>
<li>At <b>Farther Stars Than These</b>: "<a href="http://www.fartherstars.com/2014/07/73114_31.html"><b>Orion</b></a>" by C. C. Parker. Science Fiction. </li>
<li>At <b>Nature</b>: "<a href="http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v511/n7511/full/511626a.html"><b>One Out, One In</b></a>" by Aislinn Batstone, Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At<b> Quantum Muse</b>: "<a href="http://www.quantummuse.com/flashview.php?RecID=353"><b>The Arrival</b></a>" by Harris Tobias. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/01/the-beginning-is-impossible-and-the-end-is-impassable/"><b>The Beginning is Impossible and the End is Impassable</b></a>" by Nathan Witkin. Science Fiction. </li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/08/01/the-beginning-is-impossible-and-the-end-is-impassable/"><b>Wind Chimes</b></a>" by Sara Norja. Science Fiction.</li>
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• At <b>Clarkesworld</b>:“<a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/audio_07_14d/"><b>Gold Mountain</b></a>” by Chris Roberson, read by Kate Baker. Science Fiction<br />
"<i>Johnston Lien stood at the open door of the tram, one elbow crooked
around a guardrail, her blue eyes squinting in the morning glare at the
sky-piercing needle of the orbital elevator to the south. The sun was in
the Cold Dew position, early in the dog-month, when the temperature
began to soar and the sunlight burned brighter in the southern sky.
Summer was not long off, and Lien hoped to be far from here before it
came. As the tram rumbled across the city of Nine Dragons, she turned
her attention back to her notes, checking the address of her last
interviewee and reviewing the pertinent bits of data from their brief
earlier meeting</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Classic Tales Podcast</b>: "<a href="http://classictales.libsyn.com/episode-377-ms-found-in-a-bottle-by-edgar-allan-poe"><b>MS Found In A Bottle</b></a>" by Edgar Allan Poe, read by B.J. Harrison. <br />
"<i>After many years spent in foreign travel, I sailed in the year 18-- , from the port of Batavia, in the rich and populous island of Java, on a voyage to the Archipelago of the Sunda islands. I went as passenger --having no other inducement than a kind of nervous restlessness which haunted me like a fiend</i>." <br />
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• At <b>Decoder Ring Theatre</b>: "<b>Red Panda Adventures (108) - The Gadget</b>"<br />
"<i>A new world is about to be born.But before it can be born... something will have to die, at the hands of The Gadget</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Fantastic Worlds of Edgar Rice Burroughs</b>: "<a href="http://marsbooks.libsyn.com/episode-20-tarzan-the-untamed"><b>Episode 20 - Tarzan The Untamed</b></a>" Adventure.<br />
"<i>We left Tarzan seeking an entrance to the mysterious city of madmen, tracking Bertha Kircher and Lt. Smith-Oldwick. As he races toward the city wall hoping to climb the vines that grow on it, he is hunted and chased by one of the huge valley lions!</i>"<br />
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• At <b>DriveThruRPG</b>: "<a href="http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product/133278/Frontier-Explorer--Issue-9"><b>Frontier Explorer - Issue 9</b></a>" Star Frontiers.<br />
"<i>Issue 9 is now available for download. This issue is all about
spaceships. We have a couple of awesome deck plan by Joseph Meager that
we rescued from a lost Star Frontiers site. Plus submissions from some
regular contributiors and a cargo ship by a new author, M. Derryberry.
In all, there are three sets of deck plans, a writeup on a fourth class
of ships, some space stations, and a review of early atomic rockets.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>RPGNow</b>: "<a href="http://www.rpgnow.com/product/132808/The-DoomCave-of-the-CrystalHeaded-Children"><b>The Doom-Cave of the Crystal-Headed Children</b></a>" Lamentations of the Flame Princess. Pay What You Want.<br />
"<i>Not to worry though—they are freaky crystal-headed children. Inhuman RPG
cannon-fodder. ‘Monsters.’ So it’s okay. They deserve it. So you can
have fun carving them up. Right?</i>"Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-86978693075841975522014-07-30T13:06:00.000-05:002014-07-30T13:06:47.280-05:00Ooh, Yeah. Kickstart Free Fiction; Hope It Never Stops<br />
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• At<b> Author's Site</b>: "<b>The Rat Hunter</b>: Part <a href="http://bruce-heard.blogspot.com/2014/07/CAL11.html#more"><b>One</b></a> and <a href="http://bruce-heard.blogspot.com/2014/07/CAL12.html#more"><b>Two</b></a>" by Bruce Heard. Fantasy.<br />
“<i>Have the Second Eunuch’s remains removed with all the respect and care due his rank, and prepared for burial among the stars. Take proper steps to ensure his soul is put to rest. I shall inform the Captain and the Head Mystic of the Temple.</i>” <br />
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• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/aliens/michelle-ann-king/jump-and-ill-catch-you"><b>Jump, and I'll Catch You</b></a>" by Michelle Ann King. Science Fiction. <br />
"<i>There meant the place where our new friends lived. When people talked about them, you could hear something extra in the words. Like they were names: Our New Friends. Anton was trying to look forward to it, because it was good to make new friends, but he sometimes got nervous when there were a lot of new things, different things, to take in</i>."<br />
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• At<b> HiLobrow</b>: "<a href="http://hilobrow.com/2014/07/30/king-goshawk-31/"><b>King Goshawk: Part 31</b></a>" by Eimar O'Duffy. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Progressa was a holy woman in her time, by whose intercession the world was redeemed from the greatest plague that ever threatened it: namely, a plague of babies. In those days all who came together in love (unless man or maid were blessed with the precious gift of sterility) would commonly reproduce their kind: which was a grave inconvenience both in marriage and out of it</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Project Gutenberg</b>:<b> <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/5160">The Mabinogion</a> </b>translated by Lady Charlotte Schreiber. Mythology. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>The next morning they heard an exceeding great clamour, which was caused by the coming of the giant with the two youths. And the Earl was anxious both to protect his Castle and to release his two sons. Then Owain put on his armour and went forth to encounter the giant, and the lion followed him. And when the giant saw that Owain was armed, he rushed towards him and attacked him.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Tor.com</b>: "<a href="http://www.tor.com/stories/2014/07/the-colonel-peter-watts"><b>The Colonel</b></a>" by Peter Watts.Science Fiction<br />
"<i>Colonel Moore is in trouble. His wife has retreated into a virtual heaven and his son remains missing after joining an extrasolar mission to track down an alien race. He is presently tasked by his superiors with the threat assessment of hived human intelligences, one of which successfully attacks a compound under his watch. Now, one of the strongest hive minds in the world approaches Keaton with an offer that could completely change his world</i>."<br />
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• At <b>Tor.com</b>: "<a href="http://www.tor.com/stories/2014/07/a-cost-benefit-analysis-of-the-proposed-trade-offs-for-the-overhaul-of-the-barricade"><b>A Cost-Benefit Analysis of the Proposed Trade-Offs for the Overhaul of the Barricade</b></a>" by John Chu. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Generation after generation, engineers have maintained the barricade, a shield that protects civilization against Turbulence, this strange force that destroys both minds and machines. As Turbulence grows ever more intense and the barricade begins to fail, can Ritter live up to the demands of his father, an engineer the equal of any hero in the Five Great Classical Novels, as they struggle to prevent this civilization from falling like every civilization has before it?</i>"<br />
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<li>At <b>Beware the Hairy Mango</b>: "<a href="http://bewarethehairymango.com/episode-240-square-feet/"><b>Square Feet</b></a>" by Matthew Sanborn Smith. Audio Flash.</li>
<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/science-fiction/jennifer-campbell-hicks/kitty-is-alive-kitty-is-dead"><b>Kitty Is Alive, Kitty Is Dead</b></a>" by Jennifer Campbell-Hicks. Science Fiction. </li>
<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/aliens/christine-m-layton/the-trip"><b>The Trip</b></a>" by Christine M Layton. Science Fiction. </li>
<li>At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/robots-and-computers/rachael-k-jones/ten-wretched-things-about-influenza-siderius"><b>Ten Wretched Things About Influenza Siderius</b></a>" by Rachael K. Jones/ Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/07/30/con/"><b>Con</b></a>" by S. P. Mahoney. Science Fiction.</li>
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• At<b> PodCastle</b>: "<a href="http://podcastle.org/2014/07/30/podcastle-322-saving-bacon/"><b>Saving Bacon</b></a>" by Ann Leckie, read by Alasdair Stuart. Fantasy. <br />
"<i>The continuation of the race is of course the first and highest priority of those privileged to be born into the ancient family of Vachash-Troer, and I, Slale Vachash-Troer, am so privileged. As a male, I am unable to perpetuate the family name, but one still likes to promote connections to other families of similarly distinguished ancestry, connections that, so I’m told, increase the wealth and influence of our noble line.</i>"<br />
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<br />Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-3502357858203013902014-07-29T16:38:00.000-05:002014-07-29T16:38:05.800-05:00Shining a Light on Free Fiction<br />
If I could save free fiction in a bottle / The first thing that I'd like to do /<br />
Is to save every story till eternity passes away / Just to read them with you<br />
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• At<b> Author's Site</b>: “<a href="http://kriswrites.com/2014/07/28/free-fiction-monday-rick-the-robber-baron/#sthash.lkLA6UFV.dpbs"><b>Rick the Robber Baron</b></a>” by Kristine Kathryn Rusch. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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</i>."<br />
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• At <b>The Colored Lens</b>: "<b><a href="http://thecoloredlens.com/?p=7941">Damned</a></b>" by Nyki Blatchley. Fantasy.<br />
"<i>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</i>."<br />
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• At<b> Strange Horizons</b>: "<a href="http://www.strangehorizons.com/2014/20140728/"><b>Vimvimrecoil</b></a>" by Heather Knox. Speculative Fiction. Poetic. Text and Audio.<br />
"<i>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.<br /> 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.</i>"<br />
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• At<b> Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/degrees-of-starvation-by-beth-cato/"><b>Degrees of Starvation</b></a>" by Beth Cato. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/07/29/cleanup-crew/"><b>Cleanup Crew</b></a>" by Jae Miles. Science Fiction.<br />
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• At <b>Beam Me Up</b>: "<a href="http://www.beammeuppodcast.com/beam-me-up-416-in-plain-sight-26-kahn-skipping-stones-miller/"><b>In Plain Sight episode 27 by Jason Kahn and "Skipping Stones by Devin Miller.</b></a>" Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>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
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• At <b>Mad Scientist Journal</b>: "<a href="http://madscientistjournal.org/2014/07/the-front-line/"><b>The Front Line</b></a>" by Sylvia Spruck Wrigley. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>Stand right up here with me and take a look around. This is the front line. No, that is not a euphemism. War’s not normally neat with straight lines and easy-to-understand strategies but here, we have a line. It’s that trench right there. Don’t get too close to the edge</i>."<br />
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• At <b>The WiFiles</b>: "<a href="http://thewifiles.com/?p=524"><b>The Creeping Complacency</b></a>" by Jamie Lackey. Speculative Fiction. <br />
"<i>Jeff laughed. Gwen hadn’t realized how much she’d missed that sound. He pressed a plate of French toast into her hands. 'Here, sleepyhead. Eat up while it’s still warm.'</i>" <br />
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• At <b>Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/podcast-edf180-alien-alley-by-jr-hume-read-by-alexander-jones/"><b>Alien Alley</b></a>" by JR Hume, read by Alexander Jones. Science Fiction. Audio.<br /> • At <b>Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/cravings-by-todd-thorne/"><b>Cravings</b></a>" by Todd Thorne. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/07/28/dinner-bell/"><b>Dinner Bell</b></a>" by Duncan Shields. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/07/27/relayer/"><b>Relayer</b></a>" by Ian Hill. Science Fiction.<br />
• At <b>Toasted Cake</b>: "<a href="http://toastedcake.com/2014/07/toasted-cake-115-the-fez-shackle-by-dale-ivan-smith.html"><b>The Fez Shackle</b></a>" by Dale Ivan Smith. Audio. Speculative Fiction.</blockquote>
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• At <b>Cast of Wonders</b>: "<a href="http://www.castofwonders.org/2014/07/episode-130-the-phobos-monolith-by-preston-dennett/"><b>Episode 130: The Phobos Monolith</b></a>" by Preston Dennett. YA Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>True to her nature, Vasia ran without fear or caution across the Martian landscape. She leaped in huge graceful arcs that any dancer would envy. Naira did her best to keep up, but because of legs, and she quickly fell behind. How she wished she could rid herself of the cursed robo-walker that encased her legs so she could run like Vasia. Her sister’s body was strong and healthy. Naira, unfortunately, wasn’t as lucky. It was a miracle that their parents had even let them outside, considering how protective they were.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Escape Pod</b>: "<a href="http://escapepod.org/2014/07/28/ep456-waste/"><b>EP456: To Waste</b></a>" by Luke Pebler, read by Joshua Price. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>When the machine beeps, it has produced almost eight ounces of clean warm water. I sip some of it, just enough to wet my mouth, and put the rest into a second machine.</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Fantastic Worlds of Edgar Rice Burroughs</b>: "<a href="http://marsbooks.libsyn.com/episode-19-tarzan-the-untamed"><b>Episode 19 of Tarzan the Untamed</b></a>" Adventure.<br />
"<i>Chapter XIX – The Queen’s StoryBertha Kircher and lt. Smith-Oldwick have been captured and brought to the city of the maniacs – or so they act. The two have been separated – with Snith-Oldwick being led off while Bertha Kircher is escorted to another part of the palace</i>."<br />
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• At <b>DriveThruRPG</b>: "<a href="http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product/132923/The-Last-Princess"><b>The Last Princess</b></a>" by GagMen Productions.<br />
"<i>Deep in the jungle lies the ruins of the ancient civilization of the Ditani, now overrun with arachno-apes and other jungle savages. Our heroes are hired by the great explorer Raeyon, the lady Ipeneth and their team to help them find and capture the legendary Gyanki’don, a massive arachno-ape rumored to protect the natives from harm.</i>" <a href="http://www.basicfantasy.org/downloads.html">Basic Fantasy Rules</a> compatible.<br />
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• At <b>DriveThruRPG</b>:<a href="http://rpg.drivethrustuff.com/product/133114/Be-Awesome-At-Dungeon-Design"><b>Be Awesome At Dungeon Design</b></a> by Raging Swan Press. <br />
"<i>Any GM can design a basic dungeon. A dedicated GM takes the extra time to craft exciting, logical and challenging dungeons that are so much more than a series of rooms stuffed full of monsters and treasure. Be Awesome At Dungeon Design comprises eight dungeon design essays by ENnie Award winning designer Creighton Broadhurst. Handling such subjects as a dungeon’s purpose, design, ecology, dressing and physicality Be Awesome At Dungeon Design also includes essays on alternate dungeons and the principles of megadungeon desig</i>n."Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-90828166593822703852014-07-27T21:06:00.001-05:002014-07-27T21:06:20.512-05:00A Day Late and Free Fiction ShortBusy weekend so just a few this time but there should be a bigger selection tomorrow. Like the classical music fan said while picking his Halloween costume "Ill be Bach!"<br />
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• At<b> Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/a-man-who-talked-to-fish-by-teddy-kimathi/"><b>A Man Who Talked to Fish</b></a>" by Teddy Kimathi. Surreal.<br />
• At <b>365 Tomorrow</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/07/26/picking-isometric-cotton/"><b>Picking Isometric Cotton</b></a>" by E.S. Wynn. Science Fiction.<br />
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• At <b>Pseudopod</b>: "<a href="http://pseudopod.org/2014/07/25/pseudopod-396-the-buchenwald-man/"><b>Pseudopod 396: The Buchenwald Man</b></a>" by Benjamin Sonnenberg. Horror.<br />
"<i>It was a girl, about seventeen. It was a little difficult to tell, however, because her face had caved in quite badly. A few broken shards of teeth were lodged in her forehead, and both eye sockets were empty. Dust caked up inside the holes. The girl had been a blonde, and her hair was still tied into a fishtail. As they pulled it out, the body twisted and flopped loosely, allowing some of the dust and gravel to spill out of the eye sockets.Stan did not shudder at this, and was surprised to see the same reaction in the others. Had he really thought he was alone in this chill? No, he was different from the others. They all had been inside the camp; this was nothing. They had seen ten-year-olds, even babies,piled in heaps like charcoal. This was nothing.”</i>"<br />
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• At <b>Radio Drama Revival</b>: "<a href="http://www.radiodramarevival.com/episode-383-getting-prophets-back-track/"><b>Getting the Prophets Back - Part 2 of 2</b></a>"<br />
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• At <b>QuasarDragon Games</b>, a new OSR monster, <a href="http://quasargames.blogspot.com/2014/07/calydonian-boar-and-upcoming.html"><b>The Calydonian Boar</b></a>. <br />
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And none so large Sicilian meadows breed</i>." Ovid - <b>Metamorphoses</b>.Dave Tacketthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939802573223717177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513855418191509623.post-63436351722243627992014-07-25T14:55:00.004-05:002014-07-25T14:55:56.247-05:00 He Tasks Me. He Tasks Me, and I Shall Have his Free Fiction. Some goodies to start the weekend. There will likely be more tomorrow or Sunday. "<i>How do we know you'll keep your word?</i>" - Kirk, "<i>Oh, I've
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• At <b>Daily Science Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://dailysciencefiction.com/science-fiction/aliens/michelle-ann-king/jump-and-ill-catch-you"><b>Jump, and I'll Catch You</b></a>" by Michelle Ann King. Science Fiction.<br />
"<i>There meant the place where our new friends lived. When people talked about them, you could hear something extra in the words. Like they were names: Our New Friends. Anton was trying to look forward to it, because it was good to make new friends, but he sometimes got nervous when there were a lot of new things, different things, to take in. But his mother said they all had to get used to things being different now, so he was trying. He was trying hard</i>."<br />
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<li>At<b> Every Day Fiction</b>: "<a href="http://www.everydayfiction.com/clarice-by-martin-chandler/"><b>Clarice</b></a>" by Martin Chandler. Horror.</li>
<li>At<b> 365 Tomorrows</b>: "<a href="http://365tomorrows.com/07/25/the-pit/"><b>The Pit"</b></a> by C.Chatfield. Science Fiction.</li>
<li>At <b>Weirdyear</b>: "<a href="http://www.weirdyear.com/2014/07/72514.html"><b>An Unexpected Reunion</b></a>" by Madeleine Swann. </li>
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• At <b>Tales to Terrify</b>: "<a href="http://talestoterrify.com/tales-to-terrify-no-133-a-j-huffman-and-gary-a-braunbeck/"><b>No 133 A. J. Huffman and Gary A. Braunbeck</b></a>" Horror.<br />
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great diversity—such as deviations from concentricity in the lunar
crater Copernicus, to the great creature Melanicus and the super-bat
upon whose wings it broods over the affairs of Man, as well as
stationary meteor-radiants, the reported growth of hair on the bald head
of a mummy, the appearance of purple Englishmen, instances of
amphibians and blood raining down from the heavens, apparitions,
phantoms, the damned, the excluded, wild talents, new lands, and 'Did
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• <a href="http://wickednorthgames.com/d6-magazine/"><b>D6 Magazine #6</b></a><br />
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<li>At<b> Diversions of the Groovy Kind</b>: "<a href="http://diversionsofthegroovykind.blogspot.com/2014/07/black-and-white-wednesday-vendetta-by.html"><b>The Vendetta</b></a>" B&W Horror.</li>
<li>At <b>Pappy's</b>: “<a href="http://pappysgoldenage.blogspot.com/2014/07/number-1607-go-go-gorillas.html"><b>The Beast” and “Killer’s Arms!</b></a>” Horror. Gorillas.</li>
<li>At <b>The Horrors of it All</b>: "<b>Kiss to Save Him From the Grave</b>!" (Parts <a href="http://thehorrorsofitall.blogspot.com/2014/07/a-kiss-to-save-him-from-grave-part-one.html"><b>One</b></a> and <a href="http://thehorrorsofitall.blogspot.com/2014/07/a-kiss-to-save-him-from-grave-part-two.html"><b>Two</b></a>). Horror. </li>
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