Archives for November 2008
Escape Pod Flash Fiction Contest, Third Place: Karakuri
Published on 29 Nov 2008 at 9:00 am.
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-->By Gideon Fostick.
Read by Dave Leckie.
Bill had no heart for this Karakuri, left behind in the empty house when his love had gone. Small and exquisite, propped at an angle on the tatami floor mat, it was the toughest puzzle he’d known.
Rated PG. Contains puzzles.
Escape Pod Flash Fiction Contest, Second Place: Skyscrapers
Published on 28 Nov 2008 at 2:00 pm.
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-->by Rachel Swirsky
read by Ann Leckie
Summers, I sleep on rooftops. Under smokestacks, beside stairs, in the sudden green of precarious gardens.
Rated PG. Contains mythical figures.
EP Flash Fiction Contest Winner: Mission to Dover
Published on 26 Nov 2008 at 5:40 pm.
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-->by Gideon Fostick.
Read by Lyle Merithew.
Escape Pod sends its congratulations to Gideon Fostick for winning first place in the Escape Pod flash fiction contest for stories under 300 words.
Professor Seiferd materialized in full command of his faculties. He oriented immediately on the white cliffs of Dover, towering over the English Channel. He felt the weight of his mission: he must answer the question that was vital to the Fatherland.
Rated G. Contains Nazis.
EP Metacast #4
Published on 24 Nov 2008 at 2:41 am.
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Filed under Bonus, Podcasts, Site News.
In which more is said about the hiatus.
Referenced Sites:
Eulogy for Bicky Eley
PodCastle
On Hiatus
Published on 13 Nov 2008 at 12:17 am.
162 Comments.
Filed under Site News.
Folks:
Summary first. Escape Pod is going to miss its weekly releases for the remainder of November. We will resume in December, probably the first week.
Now the explanation. (more…)
EP183: Beans and Marbles
Published on 9 Nov 2008 at 4:35 pm.
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Filed under Podcasts, Rated R.
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-->(Update: Reposted with editing mistakes corrected. My apologies for the errors.)
By Floris M. Kleijne.
Read by Stephen Eley.
First appeared in Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, August 2005.
When Flight Control assigned us utility privileges, I don’t think they expected me to brew espresso in the centrifugal head. But the weight of the espresso machine was well within the parameters they’d set, as was my use of a couple of ounces of fresh water and a fraction of the ship’s power supply each day, so there was nothing, really, they could say or do about it. Privileges are privileges, and if the purpose was to give both of us something to keep us happy, it worked for me. My morning espresso ritual kept me sane. I looked forward to it every day.
Richard, however, wasn’t quite as tolerant as Flight Control.
Rated R. Contains violence, strong language, and disturbed individuals. Who use strong language and violence.
EP182: The Story of the Late Mr. Elvesham
Published on 1 Nov 2008 at 6:15 pm.
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Filed under Podcasts, Rated PG.
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-->By H.G. Wells.
Read by Alasdair Stuart (of Pseudopod).
“I must tell you, then, that I am an old man, a very old man.” He paused momentarily. “And it happens that I have money that I must presently be leaving, and never a child have I to leave it to.” I thought of the confidence trick, and resolved I would be on the alert for the vestiges of my five hundred pounds. He proceeded to enlarge on his loneliness, and the trouble he had to find a proper disposition of his money. “I have weighed this plan and that plan, charities, institutions, and scholarships, and libraries, and I have come to this conclusion at last,”–he fixed his eyes on my face,–”that I will find some young fellow, ambitious, pure-minded, and poor, healthy in body and healthy in mind, and, in short, make him my heir, give him all that I have.” He repeated, “Give him all that I have. So that he will suddenly be lifted out of all the trouble and struggle in which his sympathies have been educated, to freedom and influence.”
I tried to seem disinterested. With a transparent hypocrisy I said, “And you want my help, my professional services maybe, to find that person.”
He smiled, and looked at me over his cigarette, and I laughed at his quiet exposure of my modest pretence.
Rated PG. Kids, don’t do drugs. Also, some profanity in the outro.
