Escape Artists


  • Voting has started for the Podcastle Flash Fiction contest. Anyone who has made at least one post should be able to see the stories down in the Arcade.

    New groups are posted every two days through the end of April.


Voting has started for the Podcastle Flash Fiction contest. Anyone who has made at least one post should be able to see the stories down in the Arcade.

New groups are posted every two days through the end of April.

Recent Posts

Gallimaufry / Re: New Member/Listeners
« Last post by Scuba Man on April 16, 2021, 07:04:40 PM »
Hi all! It seems like this is the place to introduce myself and say hi?

I am Alyson. I'm 30something with a daughter and I write sometimes, but not quite as often as I should.

Welcome to the thread, Alyxbee. Escape Artists run a class act here and I think you'll enjoy it.  8)
Episode Comments / Re: PseudoPod 735: The Slow King
« Last post by Scuba Man on April 16, 2021, 07:01:50 PM »
Unfortunately, I struggled with this story’s plot. Its narration was intriguing. Unfortunately, I lost track of the story when the protagonist shows up at his home in the rain. After Ruth told our protagonist about the 11th century tale of the Slow King, I felt the story hopped between locations (without reason). Ah well. Not every pseudopod tale will be enjoyable for me.  :'(

Glad you found the Narration Intriguing it was a challenge to do several different voices and age range.  :)

Hell, even if I didn't understand the plot I enjoyed your narration sir. Hope you get more work from EA.
Gallimaufry / Re: The Magnus Archive
« Last post by Scuba Man on April 16, 2021, 06:59:17 PM »
The series is now over. 200 episodes. We do not know the fate of all of our protagonists... and I can live with that.
Episode Comments / Re: PseudoPod 751: As Well as the Infirm
« Last post by Scuba Man on April 16, 2021, 06:55:28 PM »
When I couldn't finish listening to this episode (I found myself cringing too much), I switched to the transcript. Great story, eh.
Episode Comments / Re: PseudoPod 749: Notes on a Resurrection
« Last post by Scuba Man on April 16, 2021, 06:54:13 PM »
I found this story a tough one to finish. I liked how it was told from different points of view.
Episode Comments / Re: CatsCast 341: Bargain
« Last post by Scuba Man on April 16, 2021, 06:52:15 PM »
Dammit... after listening to this April 1st episode, I'm imagining EA's founder, Alistair, in a fluffy cat suit.  :o  No. No. You won't have to watch out for me in the shadows, sir. No stalking on my end.  ;)
Episode Comments / Re: PseudoPod 752: It Rises From Between My Bones
« Last post by Scuba Man on April 16, 2021, 06:48:09 PM »
The narration was excellent; however, I had to nope out of this one. Ah well... ???
Episode Comments / Re: PseudoPod 753: The Boulevardier
« Last post by Scuba Man on April 16, 2021, 06:46:18 PM »
I enjoyed this narration so much, I disabled my Bluetooth earphones, moved over to my fancy dancy listening nook, and streamed it on my headphone Hi-Fi kit.

Yep, Mister Halloween Bloodfrost (great pseudonym, eh  8)...) does a fantastic job pulling me into the story of...
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Yep, this checked all the right boxes for my aural enjoyment. More please!  :) :o :)
Episode Comments / PseudoPod 753: The Boulevardier
« Last post by Bdoomed on April 16, 2021, 05:33:18 AM »
PseudoPod 753: The Boulevardier

Author: David Stevens
Narrator: Halloween Bloodfrost
Host: Alasdair Stuart
Audio Producer: Marty Perrett

“The Boulevardier” originally appeared in the anthology Love Hurts, from Meerkat Press.

Show Notes
Each of the neighbours the boulevardier refers to in this story have appeared in their own published tales, as have others who live around the gully he refers to. David coincidentally lives across the street from a very similar gully, frequented by wallabies, goannas, echidnas and the occasional snake. His neighbours may be odd, but not quite as odd as the boulevardier.

My love,

I sit on your floor. The silk wrapped bodies sway as though a zephyr blows, their feet tracing the darkness just above my head. The chatterer has ceased for now. He kept it up for hours though, barely audible, much less discernible. He has ceased his attempts to communicate, his attention no longer on the outside world. Something in his interior has caught his attention.

I wait patiently. I can wait forever. However, as the mock zephyr becomes a faux breeze, and the movements of the bodies grow quicker, less regular, your need, my love, grows urgent.

I am tired, I am hurt, but I am oh so excited. Expectation fills me as I wait to see what will pass.

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Episode Comments / PC674: Pulling Secrets from Stones
« Last post by Ocicat on April 15, 2021, 09:21:49 PM »
PodCastle 674: Pulling Secrets from Stones

Author: Beth Goder
Narrator: Kat Kourbeti
Host: Setsu Uzume
Audio Producer: Peter Behravesh

Previously published by MYTHIC in June 2017.


Show Notes
Rated PG-13.

In the lakebed by the mountains slept stones full of secrets. Waiting memories. Dissipating memories. Rachel could feel the hum of them, their longing for closeness, pressing against her as the sun pressed down.

She slid down to the lakebed. Dust rose around her, obscuring her truck by the side of the road. The air stagnated, heavy and dry, baking itself into the earth.

Her memories were dying–the secret ones, the memories that let her touch the sky, the memories of how to cast a branch to find missing things, or summon a flower in her hand. All of her most important memories. Gone.

She pulled a geological survey map from her pack, jostling her water bottle and a squished peanut butter sandwich. Unfolded, the map stretched farther than her arms. Red marks showed where she had searched. Not much of the map was marked–perhaps half an inch.

Rachel hiked until she reached the edge of her last red mark.

She turned over a stone–memory shaped–then cupped it in her hands. Ordinary. The next stone was the same, and the next. The lakebed stretched for miles, with huge cracks like fractals in the dust. Endless.

Stones, stones, stones. None of them memories.

Wind brushed past, and for a moment, Rachel feared that the woman in the mountains had found her. This close to the mountains, the woman could feel the land as if it were her body–the sweep of wind along mountain backs, the plants that thrust themselves through soil, the intrusion of sun into shaded spaces. The woman in the mountains had described this connection to Rachel, back when she had described everything to Rachel. Before the anger. Before the woman had discovered Rachel putting memories into stones. Before the rift that separated them as no mountain could ever do.

When Rachel looked up, only the sun was above her. Her relief was empty. Dry.  As much as she feared the woman in the mountains, she wished to see her again.

And Rachel did fear her. The woman was like a crash of rain, an avalanche, soaking everything in her path. Unaware. But Rachel had come to love her wild kindness, her fierceness. The woman would mix the colors of the sunset beautiful and bright. She would send goats to look after the elderly, those who had no children. With a splash of soil and a whisper, she could cure sickness in trees, but never death.

The memory of the woman hung above Rachel like a dark sky, full and treacherous. Waiting.

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