The Drabblecast

Evil Robot Monkey by Mary Robinette KowalCharacter Flu by Robert ReedToaster of the Gods by Randall CootsOld Lady/Young Lady Optical IllusionChris MunroeThe DribblecastJohn CmarThe Secret LairThe DunesteefCon on the CobNorm Sherman CD 2-for-10!Art by Jan DennisonMusic by Norm Sherman, Bernard Pagnotti, Sara Ayers, Gringo Motel, Brian Taylor

A puppet’s words infect. They taint. They do this without ever sounding like a thing, without the listener realizing they have been spoken. A true ventriloquist, as those who are educated and informed may or may not choose to tell you, is an adept in the art of keeping those mouths shut...No, not the Triceratops!!Douglas F. WarrickMike BorisArt by Caroline Parkinson

While the rest a' the country had turned away from the biorevolution, we Best Virginians had become magicians. We had learned how to use the tiniest creatures to change the world in the biggest, most beautiful ways...Robert JeschonekRead by Lauren SyngerThe DunesteefDelianne ForgetLa FeniceMusic by Edmund Butt, Norm Sherman and Gringo MotelArt by Bo Kaier

You are to imagine, Twigling, the Red Bride to be a human, such as yourself, although she is in truth a creature of the Var...Samantha HendersonRead by Delianne ForgetGbase.comCast MacabreUnited States Disc Golf ChapmionshipMusic by Gringo Motel, Norm Sherman, Bruce Winter, Scott ShannonArt by Skeet Scienski

The note itself simply read, "TUESDAY 7:13 PM".Unsigned, undated, unadorned. Stuck into my door, just above the latch where I'd be sure to find the note immediately upon my return from my errands about the city...The DunesteefJay LakeArt by Elan Trinidad

That's when I saw it. A thing -- no, not even a thing, just an impression of a thing; a momentary imperfection in that seamless blue -- that teased at the edge of my vision. My eye flicked toward it, but it either whipped away faster than the eye could follow or it hadn't really been there to begin with...GanymedeDavid D. LevineSacred Drabblecast Chalice of GloryPendragon Variety PodcastMegabeast Trading Cards!Art by Skeet ScienskiDownload MP3

Dexter crouched beneath the toxic fruit trees in his grassless back yard, turning over black earth with the spade he'd taken from the old man, and every shovelful revealed worse things: clumps of cinders and the dust of ashes; rusting nails, practically dripping tetanus; wickedly-curved shards of brown glass; bullets of various sizes, crusted with dirt; and a foot or so down, fragments of black-stone statuary...MirrorshardsTim PrattJust IcingArt by Chelsea Ragan

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books. Such a lot the gods gave to me - to me, the dazed, the disappointed; the barren, the broken...Circle of 10DragonconParsec AwardsArt by Bo Kaier

"This is the one I wanted to show you," Rando said to his blind date, Maya, who had an artificial eye that drooped slightly, but was otherwise very cute in a chipmunk sort of way. "Make her blonde," Rando said, while Maya peered over his shoulder. The woman's hair changed from brown to golden blonde...Will McIntoshNaomi MercerArt by Elan Trinidad

I’m a fan of Nirvana.I mean I’m a fan of the band rather than a fan of the concept. Although, hey, what’s not to like about the idea of being no longer subject to torture over the fires of greed, hatred and delusion? Free from all suffering – yes, that sounds pretty good. But if I really wanted to free of everything that makes us human then I probably wouldn’t dig bands like Nirvana any more, and that would be bad. Then I wouldn’t be me any more.Aliya WhiteleyAudio Market ListSquare Two Art by Lizanna HerdDownload MP3

The Apocalypse Hits Moose Fork by Gary CubaSix Drabbles of Seperation by Kenneth SchneyerWaiting for Grim by Bruce GoldenEisenbraunsGary CubaNobilis EroticaKenneth SchneyerBruce GoldenThe Plitone RevisionistPaul S. JenkinsRaptor GalleryMusic by Gringo Motel, Norm ShermanArt by Arron Cambridge

You couldn't describe a rath. You couldn't even look at one for more than a few seconds before you started getting a migraine aura. Rovers were just blots of shadow. The breeder was massive, armored, and had no recognizable features, save for its hideous, drooling, ragged edged maw. Irizarry didn't know if it had eyes, or even needed them...Sarah MonetteElizabeth BearLauren Synger as Colonel SandersonLovecraft UnboundThe Burning Zeppelin ExperienceArt by Skeet Scienski

Izrael Irizarry stepped through a bright-scarred airlock onto Kadath Station, lurching a little as he adjusted to station gravity. On his shoulder, Mongoose extended her neck, her barbels flaring, flicked her tongue out to taste the air, and colored a question. Another few steps, and he smelled what Mongoose smelled, the sharp stink of toves, ammoniac and bitter...Chris MonroeThe DribblecastSarah MonetteElizabeth BearShadow UnitAbby Crayden as Station MasterLauren Synger as Colonel SandersonArt by Jerel Dye

For fourteen years the North Piscataway High School History Department, under my stewardship, has honored the tradition of Duel Day, our annual reenactment of the famous, deadly confrontation of 1804, between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr. And for all fourteen of those reenactments, I, Robert Stanley, have taken the role of noble Hamilton, and Paul Vasouvian from the math department has filled the boots of the scurrilous Burr...Nigerian Scam Spam ContestDunesteef Audio FIction MagazineQuirk ClassicsAndroid KareninaArt by Bo Kaier

Two years ago it must've been. Me and Manny and a couple of the other boys -- Carlos and T-Bone -- met up at the last Dairy Queen outside of Lompoc. Manny was going on at me about that shortcut I liked, Route Nine. "I'm telling you that place is God-awful weird, Joe."Ducks are Bastards Part II: Quack BlockedSamantha HendersonArt by Broken Cyborg