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I found Sarah dead a few hours ago. It felt like Sarah anyway, above the waist. I can't be sure, I haven't seen anything since we went blind yesterday. I sniffed her hair, to check. I couldn't smell her apricot shampoo or anything for that matter. I wish I'd been able to smell the intestines oozing ...

I love the concept of this story. The flesh eating chickens are wonderful. The final paragraph is awesome. But the first two seem a bit repetitive in the wording and awkwardly phrased, they could use some polish. Specifically, the "they" in the 2nd paragraph is unclear what it is referring to, and y...

I'm so thrilled you ran a PKD story. He's one of my favorite authors and one of his complete-works volumes was the first single-author anthology I ever read. I've probably read more Dick than any other single author. This story was great, and I loved the production and the punch tape lends a certain...

238 Moving the Goalposts by Nathan Lee (Damnit Nathan, I don't want to vote for you 4 times, so I'm limiting it to my favorite of yours, which has recieved insufficient love.) 240 How to Deal by Chris Schryer 242 The Lone Star War: 2212 AD by Nicholas J. Carter 252 Breakroom Cult by Richard Cassidy ...

* 233 A Blade of Love by Nathanial Tower * 264 The Belonging Kind by John Shirley and William Gibson * 235 Unreliable Witness by Jo Walton * B-Sides 17 Exploring by Bryce Albertson * 261 The People of Sand and Slag by Paolo Bacigalupi And some honorable mentions, because I have to say that I loved h...

In order of my fondness for them, although I liked most of the artwork this year, picking 5 is tough. 252 The Elder god and the Puddle People by Matt Wasiela 261 The People of Sand and Slag by John Deberge 270 The First Conquest of Earth by Richard K. Green 232 Valentine's Day with the Gods by Jerel...

Perhaps a bit late, but it just came to me:

Gazing into deglazed drippings, I see romance, lawyers, Cousin Ashley pole dancing. No way am I hosting for Christmas.

Algernon Sydney is Dead wrote:Divide me by 2, I'll be half dead.
Divide me by nothing, I'll be whole.
But, Math says that that's undefined!
Math is a lie.

Math says you're a lie!

Heinrich and Klaus seem much more fun than the real people who show up at my door. Nothing is more fun than an existentialist with a purpose.

He shewed me a cavorting crayon nightmare of Teletubbies and Yo Gabba Gabba ... things. I gasped. It was drawn from life.

I disagree! Was going to leave it at that with a picture of a utahraptor, but perhaps I should explain. I find that the saddest thing is when something no longer exists or is no longer possible. Any loss could matter, as you point out, but a loss of potential experience matters more (to me). If you ...

For Sale: Baby shoes with built-in hoof support, never used. Barter OK. Turns out world not ending next week, need food.

This is so sad, I want to force other people to read it to make them sad too. Great job!

The fools say I've inherited Grampa's terrible hunger: Boston fishstick eating champion, ten years running. The cheater. Mom's fishmonger parents thought Dad would ruin them. "That's not how genetics works," Mom said. She was right. But I'm still not allowed alone in the shop. I used to ask customer...

Okay, I didn't create an account here until after the comments on this story were just a bit too far back, but now that it is the top of the page I don't mind posting: Favorite Drabblecast Ever! And I love the artwork. And the drabble was fun too. And Norm was particularly hilarious for some reason....

"Sam's Exotic Petting Zoo Parties" sounded perfect for animal-crazed Bethany's birthday but the disappointingly small trailer had us worried. "Is there a panda, Daddy?" "Pandas are... oof!" Something underfoot, red and raccoon-like, sent me sprawling into a fuzzy black and white mass. Bethany giggle...

Hi everyone, I've been listening for a while, but finally tried my hand at a drabble and decided I should make a forum account to post it. All comments/critiques welcome. The Death of Casagemas Casagemas is consumed by sand, just the face left, dead eyes staring up at beloved Orion. Blood-red candle...