Drabblecast 39 – The Beekeepers
The Tehtix move so damn fast – scientists can’t ever keep up… and populations never know what hit them… In a mind-bending tale of parasitic worms, intelligent wasps and a symbiotic virus, author J....
View ArticleDrabblecast 69 – The Story-Teller
“Once upon a time there was a little girl named Bertha, who was extra-ordinarily good…” The post Drabblecast 69 – The Story-Teller appeared first on The Drabblecast.
View ArticleDrabblecast 88 – The Toys of Peace
Harvey retreated to the library and spent some thirty or fourty minutes in wondering whether it would be possible to compile a history, for us in elementary schools, in which there should be no...
View ArticleDrabblecast 141 – On the Destruction of Copenhagen by the War Machines of the...
We see it happen: the great machines of the merfolk coming up over the shore, rampaging through the city with devastating effect. We watch a robotic mermaid hammer her fist into an apartment block,...
View ArticleDrabblecast 159 – Intelligent Design
God cocked his thumb and aimed his index finger at the firmament. Ka-pow! Pow! Pow! A line of three perfect glowing pinpoints of light appeared in the black void… The post Drabblecast 159 – Intelligent...
View ArticleDrabblecast 187 – Doubleheader VII
The episode begins with a DrabbleNews segment on blow-up weaponry (it’s Nerf or Nothing!). Next, a drabble from Kelley Zanfardino. on What follows is a doubleheader from Hugo nominated, cognitive...
View ArticleDrabblecast 231 – Trifecta XX
The six of them meet for the first time in front of the sagging clapboard house where Everett Montrose was born. All are tired, with hollows under their eyes from driving or riding buses for days. Even...
View ArticleDrabblecast 301 – Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned
Just as we were all getting back into the mainland domestic groove, somebody started in with dragons and crop blights from across the North Sea. We all knew who it was. A turncoat Norwegian monk named...
View ArticleDrabblecast 339 – Trifecta XXVIII: Offbeat Afterlife
The ghost in my attic is Margaret, but she lets me call her Margie. She was seventy-six years old when she died, and now that she’s a ghost she sits in her rocking chair day and night, holding a tiny …...
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