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Good morning! The Drabblecast Archive CD's go up to season 6, which ends at episode 156. Since the podcast is now up to episode 214, are you going to be making more cd's? I'm unfortunately not in a place where I can listen to them like I used to and my car is the only sizable amount of time I have t...

Soooo, how do we apply for voice work? I'm unfortunately not much of a forum troller, but I'm an avid listener and writer. I'd be very interested in doing some voices or reading a story/drabble or two.

I really enjoyed this story. The way he describes that it could be another storm makes it feel like he has some history with this particular being and might actually take him up on his offer the next time. The blues, wind and rain all mixed together made for some great imagery. Definitely in my top ...

Great drabble. It's an interesting scenario to consider android zombies. Makes me wonder what's happened to the humans of the future. Perhaps a story for later. I think humans are a myth. A fantasy clung to by superstitious robots who can't accept the simple truth that small nuts and bolts evolved ...

I'd have to agree with Mr. Tweedy's assessment on this one. It felt like she has been out of the fame-loop for a while and spends her day's yearning for what she once had and blaming those who brought her down.

Great drabble. It's an interesting scenario to consider android zombies. Makes me wonder what's happened to the humans of the future. Perhaps a story for later.

A tear to the eyes ROU. It was beautiful.

This is hilarious, and especially so since professionally I'm a butcher.

Well done.

Thank you! No worries on my account, I appreciate any and all criticism for anything I write. I figured the use of the semi-colon would be appropriate as a change of tone, however I can see the point you make about a comma being used as well. I would also like clarification if possible. Also my brot...

The Beast I ran out into the woods, my heart racing; adrenaline pumping through my veins. I ducked behind a pine tree, its branches too far above me to grab or climb. Pressing my back against the soft moss, I tried to keep myself quiet and to listen for its approach. A branch snapped, and I could he...