AUTHOR: Natalie Theodoridou NARRATOR: Ibba Armancas HOST: Tina Connolly When They Come Back was originally published in Crossed Genres (Issue 22), in October 2014. Discuss on our forums. For a list of all Escape Pod stories, authors and narrators, visit our Wikia Thank you for visiting us on Facebook and Twitter Help support the Pseudopod Kickstarter to support pay for narrators (… […]

AUTHOR: Anthony Tardiff NARRATOR: J. J. Campanella HOST: Adam Pracht The Battaile of the Mudde is an Escape Pod original. Discuss on our forums. For a list of all Escape Pod stories, authors and narrators, visit our Wikia Thank you for visiting us on Facebook and Twitter Help support the Pseudopod Kickstarter to support pay for narrators (… and get this awesome Tiki […]

AUTHOR: John Shade NARRATOR: Amber Pracht HOST: Norm Sherman A Prayer at Noon appeared originally in Triangulation: Parch (Volume 7) edited by Stephen V. Ramey. Discuss on our forums. For a list of all Escape Pod stories, authors and narrators, visit our Wikia Thank you for visiting us on Facebook and Twitter Help support the Pseudopod Kickstarter to support pay for narrators (… and get […]

By Mur Lafferty. Read by Deborah Green. Closing Music: “O Come All Ye Faithful,” performed by Twisted Sister. Gloria blinked. “Why do the people in Cleveland love Christmas more than anywhere else?” Toby grinned and spread his hands on the bar, unadorned fingers splayed. He stared at them, “I didn’t say Cleveland’s people loved Christmas. …

By Mur Lafferty. Read by Stephen and Anna Eley. Musical guest: Twisted Sister. “Look, I think I know where this is going,” Kris Kringle said, but Gingermuffin cut him off. “Do you? The Heartbreakers have been making Tom Petty sound good for years, and no one gives a damn. Tom Petty gets all of the …

By Mur Lafferty. Read by Daisy Ottmann, Anna Eley, and Stephen Eley. She smiled at last and gave a satisfied little sigh. He was just as she’d ordered. Without raising her eyes to his face, she asked, “So when do we begin?” “We just have some paperwork to go over,” he said. He bent over …

By Mur Lafferty. Read by Anna Eley. When I was a kid, I believed it all, like that old wive’s tale that animals would be granted the gift of speech for one hour on Christmas Eve. I tested that out by keeping my cat locked up in my room with me all night. She never […]

Whatever Tower, However High By Julia K. Patt It is my 567th day inside. But I’m not really counting. Outside, Leo and Maurizio sit by the front steps of the house playing 3D chess. Not far from them, Antonia tinkers with her latest project, which looks for all the world like a wheelchair with exhaust pipes. […]

Yosemite By D.S. McNab Have you ever wondered why park rangers are so deliriously happy with their job despite the crap pay? The easy answer is that they just really dig nature. But pull back that mossy curtain, and you’ll find a slightly less pleasant explanation. Here’s a hint: It has a tentacle tongue, about three […]

Nothing to See Here By Arthur Doweyko There is a comfort in the strength of love; ’Twill make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break the heart. ~William Wordsworth I heard a squawk—kind of like the goose call that comes out of a police cruiser. Blinking red and blue lights danced […]

Karma Among the Cloud Kings By Brian Trent I. Fifty thousand feet above Tempest’s highest clouds, Antarag Vel-heth invites me to sit beside him in the lobby of Lindorm Refueling Station. It’s a desolate, littered expanse of tables, party-streamers, and plastic people with unceasingly flapping jaws. “What… what are they doing?” I whisper, sweating despite the […]

Red Kelly Owns the Moon By Shaenon Garrity Nobody remembered how Red Kelly got his hands on the moon. He picked up a lot of things back then. You had to, working at the Westinghouse on a brazier’s pay. Red played cards, ran numbers around town, and, every other year, warmed hands for the Democratic […]

Beetle-Cleaned Skulls By J. E. Bates Fine amber dust infiltrated everything in the Preserve. Each morning, I vacuumed it away with my ventral hose prior to opening my kiosk. I paid particular care to my curios: the fossils, the bismuth crystals, and the beetle-cleaned skulls. Forebears, especially the children, delighted in receiving my curios as gifts. […]

The Ghosts of Europa Will Keep You Trapped in a Prison You Make for Yourself By Matt Dovey –then scooted her chair over to the microscope. Amira only needed a glance at the holographic zoom floating over the scope. The viral cells were replicating rapidly, budding and splitting at a phenomenal rate. “Hey, Mariana, look at […]

Cherry Squid By Celeste Hollister It was the cherry squid that did him in. Outside his window, seventy stories up, the advertisement bloomed, melon yellow, racecar red. A shoal of squid rippled across the holo, a tangram pattern that morphed into a human face. Almost human, but with a Vrellan’s ruby eyes. Then a blush of […]

Texts from the Ghost War By Alex Yuschik While I realize driving that mech likely takes all of your limited resources, please take care not to step on the roses. what Don’t step on the roses. I don’t care if we’re under imminent attack. Your mech is standing so close to them I’m cringing. who […]

Someday By James Patrick Kelly Daya had been in no hurry to become a mother. In the two years since she’d reached childbearing age, she’d built a modular from parts she’d fabbed herself, thrown her boots into the volcano, and served as blood judge. The village elders all said she was one of the quickest […]

The 1st Annual Lunar Biathlon By Rachael K. Jones Raji and I were always designing new torments for ourselves, and then calling them good, and running around the Moon was just the latest idea. We tattooed wedding bands on each other’s fingers after our courthouse elopement, and for good measure, each other’s names. Raji ran […]

By Gwendolyn Clare Read by Mur Lafferty Discuss on our forums. Originally appeared in Asimov’s, 2011 All stories by Gwendolyn Clare All stories read by Mur Lafferty Rated 13 and up Ashes on the Water by Gwendolyn Clare I hoped that Ranjeet’s friends were as disreputable as promised. Ranjeet himself was late, of course. I’d …

By Gwendolyn Clare Read by Mur Lafferty Discuss on our forums. First appeared in Warrior Wisewoman 3 All stories by Gwendolyn Clare All stories read by Mur Lafferty Driving X by Gwendolyn Clare Carmela wouldn’t have stopped if she had known that the kid was still alive. She spotted the body lying under a creosote …

Seb Dreams of Reincarnation By Aimee Ogden They unplugged Seb’s neurodes at the end of his ten-year tour of duty. He’d known it was coming, had been told before he ever signed the contract that if they left him in any longer his health would start to deteriorate. What they hadn’t mentioned was that his […]

Rocket Surgery By Effie Seiberg We’d tested plenty of missiles before, but Teeny was the only one that convulsed when we cut him open. Oh, your viewers need more background? OK, I’ll back up a bit. Lemme tell ya, kids today don’t know their history. Even locked up in here for the past ten years, …

Four Seasons in the Forest of Your Mind By Caroline M. Yoachim Spring My tree is a pyramidal cell in the prefrontal cortex of your brain. There are millions of us here, in the forest of your brain, each with our own region to tend. My region is a single tree, for I am newly […]

When All the Clocks Are Wrong By Beth Goder Jen locks her bike and heads towards the theater. She needs a break from studying, but more importantly, she needs to find Ash, who has her Soil Science notes. Jen promises herself she won’t try to kiss Ash–they’ll see the midnight movie, Ash will hand her the …

Planetbound By Nancy Fulda There’s a moment that comes, the first time you step on the rim of a planet, when you suddenly realize how breakable you are. When you finally understand that despite the bone density treatments, despite the braces cradling your back and legs, despite the half-dozen hands that support your first faltering […]

The Spice Portrait By J.M. Evenson They said my love for my daughter was excessive, that I made her weak by kissing her and singing in her ear at night. They also said I killed her. My mother did not believe in tenderness. She was gaunt, all teeth and hair, her face hard as a stone …

The Wind You Touch When You Run By James Beamon This pursuit starts as they all start, going after the Underground Railroad. It will end as it always ends, with us feeding the Minotaur. The in-between is where I tell tales. I wipe sweat from my eyes while my son Langston squints under the blue-white …

Islands in the Dark By Sarah Goldman Road out from Kaysee was boring as ever. The kids we’d picked up this time weren’t anything to sneeze at: soft-spoken boy with eyes too teched up to blink, real young bratty kid who kept trying to backseat drive me from the hatch of a goddamn pickup, and a …

A House of Her Own By B. Balder Aoife was only eleven when she caught the little house in the forest. She surprised it as it drank from a puddle, half-hidden under a writhing tree root as large as her own body. Fast as an eel, she snaked her hand around it and held on …

Ms. Figgle-DeBitt’s Home for Wayward A.I.s By Kurt Pankau I watch with hope as Ms. Figgle-DeBitt samples a slice of caramelized banana upside-down cake. She takes a nibble and seems pleased. She sweeps cybernetic fingers through the shock of gray hair that sits on the human half of her face, a gesture I’ve learned is […]