โWe cannot sustain the farm, Gozie.โ I donโt like the way the words fall easily from Iyehโs lips, even though I know he speaks the truth. I donโt meet his eyes. I cannot. Instead, I focus on theโฆ
Sappel whistled as he walked to the construction site, the sound echoing off nearby buildings in a muffled way. It was early spring, and the city was bursting with the vibrant green of new growth.
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Continued from Part 1) JEAN-MICHEL FEAT. KINSLEY CHASE Lรฒske jounalis sa yo gade mโ Hold up. Let me say that again. Iโll wait. Yโall go grab yโalls paper anโ pen. When these Stater journos look atโฆ
INTRO: ALL IโM EVER GONโ DO IS STAY BLACK AND DIE JEAN-MICHEL FEAT. KINSLEY CHASE Kinsley Chase sits on manman mwen plastic-covered couch. The InTell HumbleBrag subprogram Stanford Sutton Industriesโฆ
Escape Pod 970: Red in Tooth and Cog (Flashback Friday)
A phone can be so much. Your memory, your edge against boredom, your source of inspiration. Thereโs always an app for whatever you need. Renee valued her phone accordingly, even celebrating it byโฆ
Have you ever killed someone you love โ I mean, really love? I did. I did it as surely as if Iโd fired a bullet into her brain, and the fact that it was perfectly legal, that everyone at the hospitalโฆ
It is known that the Rootless are only ever leaving. Always moving on, never embracing soil long enough for connection. A life tumbled and tossed, and if it touches ours, it is only by chanceโฆ
Escape Pod 972: The Bargain of Death and Saint Nicholas
โWhatโs your favorite tale?โ I ask, voice quivering. My audience of thieves and killers, their gaunt, dirty faces illuminated by flickering firelight, eye me with equal parts skepticism andโฆ
Escape Pod 965: T-Rex Tex Mex / Mother Death Learns a Trick
โWhoa! Hold on, partner!โ the host of the party asked with his fake Texan accent. โWhat is that costume supposed to be?โ Of all the insufferable things, he was wearing a cowboy hat on his greenโฆ
Three days later Alessia sipped tea by the circuit board, Mr Tumnus purring her lap. Things were going more smoothly than she might have feared. Too smoothly, if Alessia was being honest.
The miner birthed itself among rubble and vacuum, as it sang the last threadbare diamonds out of their stones. Where are the finest diamonds? No longer within reach. The miner had forged and extractedโฆ
Teacher is an old-fashioned bug with a blue carapace and eyes like two domes of gold beads. She is very pretty and smells like follow, but when she flutters her wings you better look smart or youโllโฆ
Escape Pod 936: Old Peopleโs Folly (Part 2 of 2)
Continued from Part 1) Kite was still curled into a bundle of blankets in front of the stove when Setti woke. The old woman sniffed, torn between surprise and annoyance. Sheโd have figured him for aโฆ
Escape Pod 935: Old Peopleโs Folly (Part 1 of 2)
Setti knew the woman for a ghost the moment she appeared. It was the pink hair that gave her away, short and spiky. Real people didnโt have hair like that. Also, you couldnโt see the scratchmarks onโฆ
Punk Voyager was built by punks. They made it from beer cans, razors, safety pins, and a surfboard some D-bag had left on the beach. Also plutonium. Where did they get plutonium? Around. f*** you.
Escape Pod 941: The Concept Shoppe: A Rocky Cornelius Consultancy
โThis place is trash, garbรกgio, blechalicious,โ Rocky Cornelius said appreciatively. โAll we gotta do is, as they say, sublevel the vibe.โ โReally? You think so?โ The greengrocer, Franklynโฆ
SECURE PRIORITY COMMUNIQUE distribution SOLITAIRE, keyword MASQUERADE, source PENTACLE FROM: TRIPLE INTENT TO: ASPHODEL BEGIN CONTENT Even if youโre my enemy, Iโm glad to hear from you. Given that youโโฆ
Nanlee was a woman with the sort of past that necessitated moving to a non-extradition treaty country, but that didnโt mean she hadnโt planned on enjoying her โretirementโ on Luna Colony.
โItโs all gone.โ The ethereal voice whisperedโalmost robotic and clearly distantโits desperate lament choked off with a gasp, which tugged Itoro back from unconsciousness. Sprawled on her backโฆ
รnaโs dad once said to her: โYou never know what youโve got until itโs gone.โ Spring had turned and theyโd come cycling up the highway, fourteen kilometres north through a land bedecked with rockyโฆ
Lewis was poking at his tablet, trying yet again to open the training module from Station Commerce, when the sensor above his shop door chimed. โNot now!โ he snapped without looking up. โButโฆ but Iโฆ.โโฆ