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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.

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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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Gallimaufry / Re: New Member/Listeners
« Last post by Alyxbee on April 15, 2021, 11:57:02 AM »
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.
Episode Comments / Re: PseudoPod 752: It Rises From Between My Bones
« Last post by Álex Souza on April 13, 2021, 12:45:15 PM »
This story gave me mixed feelings. As it should.

It’s that kind of horror that you don’t know if it’s scary or sad. Or maybe it’s sad how it happens to that character, but it’s scary how it could happen to you or someone you know.

I like how it does transitions smoothly, without resorting to scene breaks. There isn’t a single one in the whole story. I should learn from that.

That thing that the MC pulls out of her really exists. It’s called a teratoma and it could have not only eyes, but nails and teeth as well. I googled and found about an Indian woman who live with one in her head for more than twenty years.

The ending felt like deus ex machina to me, for I didn’t see any setups for it. Announcing "cancer" and "chemoterapy" as trigger warnings is one of the weirdest things I've ever seen.

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Gallimaufry / Re: New Member/Listeners
« Last post by CBridh on April 12, 2021, 06:33:11 PM »
Hi! I'm new. I'll likely be pretty quiet.

I'm a writer and reader and podcast listener.

Good to be here.
Episode Comments / PseudoPod 752: It Rises From Between My Bones
« Last post by Bdoomed on April 11, 2021, 07:57:10 PM »
PseudoPod 752: It Rises From Between My Bones

Author: Donna J. W. Munro
Narrator: Sandra Espinoza
Host: Karen Bovenmyer
Audio Producer: Marty Perrett

PseudoPod 752: It Rises From Between My Bones is a PseudoPod original.

Content Warning:
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Sitting on the toilet for the first sleepy morning pee, I felt my ovaries twist as a little piece of me trying burst through in a micro-explosion of tissue, born into my desert of a womb.

It made no sense.

I sat staring at my bald head and face in the mirror hanging across from the toilet. If I weren’t the one making my features screw up in twisting confusion it would have been hilarious. Chemo makes your face strange. No hair. Not one brow or lash. It’s like looking at one of those big-eyed aliens that the tabloids are forever finding, autopsying, and giving breathless reports about probes and pregnancies. I looked just like that only not so green and way more dumbfounded.

How could my ovaries be spitting out an egg? I’d been in a chemically induced menopause since this whole mess started. Since I’d found that little lump in the same place they’d found Mom’s so many years ago.

My whirlwind started in the office of the doe-eyed technician running the ultra-sound. She’d murmured in positive little half notes until her hand froze. She stopped and pulled the wand out of my armpit, glooped on more warmed gel that honestly felt like it had been harvested from inside a body cavity instead of the little bottle warmer next to her keyboard.

Then she said, “Oh.”

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Flash Fiction Contest VI - Podcastle / Re: New forum members, post here
« Last post by ArdenGarde on April 10, 2021, 09:10:16 AM »
Hi everyone! Can't wait to read all your great stories 😊
About PodCastle / Re: Looking for an episode
« Last post by chemistryguy on April 09, 2021, 10:06:35 AM »
Midnight Blue ?  Escape Pod 630 / 305

Same one I thought of.

That would be it! Thanks you.
Flash Fiction Contest VI - Podcastle / Re: New forum members, post here
« Last post by Melissa Mead on April 07, 2021, 11:22:17 PM »
Hello! This is new to me. I enjoyed reading all the stories.
Gallimaufry / Re: New Member/Listeners
« Last post by fourthfifth on April 07, 2021, 10:35:15 PM »
Hello! Here to avoid the purging.
Gallimaufry / Re: picture association
« Last post by Fenrix on April 07, 2021, 09:47:15 PM »