EP022: Don Ysidro


By Bruce Holland Rogers.
Read by Evo Terra (of The Dragon Page).

On that last morning, anyone who came to visit me could see that I was dying. I knew it myself. As if I had cotton in my ears, I heard the voice of don Leandro saying to my wife, “Dona Susana, I think it is time to fetch the priest,” and I thought, yes, it’s time.

We don’t have our own priest, or even our own church, so someone has to drive in a pickup truck to get the priest from El Puentecito. But don’t be fooled by what you may hear in Malpasa or in Palpan de Baranda. Here we remain Catholic. Yes, we make pots in the old way. That’s why tourists come here. And it’s true, as is sometimes whispered, that we have restored certain other practices from the past. But not as they were done back then. Those were bloody and terrible times, the times of the Mejica. They say that the sacrificial blood covered the sun pyramids from top to bottom. Thank the Virgin, we don’t do anything like that.

Rated PG. Contains death rituals with possible disturbing imagery, and numerous pot references. (No, not that kind.)

Referenced sites:
Short-Short Stories
Podiobooks

EP021: Platypus Girl


By Jonathon Sullivan.
Read by Stephen Eley.

Rufus didn’t relent. “How come you ain’t got a license, skillet face?”

Shari struggled to keep her own distaste under control. Emotion could screw up the reading, her own pheromones and toxins clogging up the massive olfactory bulb and entorhinal cortex that occupied most of her cranium. She took a deep breath, pulling air through her huge nostrils, trying to calm herself. At least she didn’t have to see the man’s face.

Rated R. Contains violence, profanity, and crimes against chemistry.

Referenced sites:
Mirrormask

Mirrormask Giveaway!


As I just mentioned in the Metacast, we’ve got the opportunity to give away some collectibles related to the Neil Gaiman movie Mirrormask, opening in limited release on September 30. Not exactly sure yet what the stuff’s going to be, but I was told “Several large posters, a couple sets of action figures.” Works for me.

So what can you do to win this stuff? Just drop me a line or post in our forum with your personal answers to the following questions:

  1. What was your favorite story on Escape Pod so far?
  2. How did you first hear about Escape Pod?
  3. Is there anything you’d like to see more of or less of? Any new features you’d like us to offer? Anything we should do differently?

Be honest. Be creative. After a couple of weeks (let’s say Sunday, October 9) I’ll randomly pick some of the people who responded and contact them for their addresses. Not sure how much stuff we have to give away yet, so I can’t tell you how many winners there will be. But you’ll be helping us make Escape Pod better, so it’s worth it regardless. Right?

EP Metacast #1


A “state of the podcast” address, in which we talk at some length about subscription counts, finances, our plans to become a 501(c)(3) non-profit corporation, and what to expect from Escape Pod in the near future. If this sort of thing bores you, you can skip it with absolutely no harm to your health, the environment, or our self-esteem. But if you want to know the intimate details of our podcast, then here you go.

Forums!


After far too long, Escape Pod finally has discussion forums again. We’re hosting them ourselves this time, so that we can be flexible and offer you a wider range of discussion. It takes about thirty seconds to register, and then you’re free to talk about our stories, science fiction in general, or whatever you wish.

There’s some other exciting work going on for Escape Pod as well. Watch for a podcast about it in the next day or few.

EP020: The Burning Bush


By Jennifer Pelland.
Read by Deborah Green.

I did the sensible thing. I screamed and ran to the bathroom, where I started tossing cups of water on my crotch in the hopes of extinguishing the flames. My boyfriend ran in behind me, started the shower up, and tossed me into the freezing water. But the fire continued to rage, despite the dousing.

At that point, I realized that I wasn’t actually in any pain. I stepped out of the stream of water, teeth still chattering, and held my hand in the blue flames. “This should hurt,” I said.

Rated X. For blasphemy and anatomy. Really.

Referenced sites:
I Should Be Writing
Dag Viggo Lok√∏en

EP019: Implications


By James C. Bassett.
Read by Stephen Eley.

“Yes, obviously. But its judgement is rather lacking, wouldn’t you
say? Trying to translocate itself to the Ancestors’ Earth on a whim?
For that matter, Instructor, I might also question your own judgement.
Imagine, teaching macrolevel effects as an introduction to subquantum
nonlocality!”

Arcaprun jumped up and ran to its Instructor’s defence. “Aw, Prundis,
you know it wasn’t Grap’s fault. It was just a little accident.”

“_Just_ an accident?” Prundis countered drily. “You neglected to
factor in lightspeed lag when making observations to determine
coordinates and lost yourself halfway across the universe! It took me
three weeks to locate you! I was worried sick, Arc.”

Rated G. Suitable for macrolevel quantum explicate children of all ages.

Referenced podcasts:
Skepticality
Hooting Yard
Epistaxis Time

The Writing Show Interview


This seems to be our week for interviews… There’s another interview with Steve up today at The Writing Show, an engaging podcast by Paula Berinstein featuring interviews with writers, editors, and other movers in the writing industry.

You can find the link to the interview itself here, or you can read the transcript here.

They’ve got some other excellent interviews in their archives as well. My personal favorite is the one with Jim Cox of the Midwest Book Review. Check them out!

EP Flash: The God of the Goblins


By Eric Marin.
Read by Stephen Eley.

The campaign had begun well. The Alarians swept south into goblin
territory, and Alarian rifles quickly overmatched goblin bows and crossbows.

In just a few weeks of fighting, the goblin population was halved. The
goblin chieftains realized that they were doomed without help and did the
only thing they could.

They asked their god, Twenty Claw, for help.