Archive for Rated PG-13

PodCastle 485: Cassandra Writes Out of Order


by Andrea Tang

read by Sandra Espinoza

hosted by Matt Dovey

A PodCastle Original!

Rated PG-13.

The man from the government says, “We know the shape of the world right now, of course. That’s our job. The one we’re offering you is a little different.”

“Different how?”

The man from the government asks, “Can you tell us what the shape of the world will be tomorrow?”

Marisol’s fountain pen pauses. She sticks it between her teeth and smiles around the plastic. “All right.”

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Andrea TangWriter by inclination and international affairs analyst by trade, Andrea Tang is a recovering liberal arts grad who likes asking questions about how different cultures—and by extension, different people—collide, mix, or otherwise converse with each other. In the world beyond her notebook, she enjoys martial arts, theater, and ruining beloved musicals by remixing show tune lyrics with hot takes on global politics. Her other short fiction is forthcoming from Apex Magazine and GigaNotoSaurus.

Sandra EspinozaSandra is a New York born and raised voice actress with a background in English literature and writing. After a childhood where video games were banned from the house, she one-eighty’d so hard she’s finally in them and never leaving. Voice over training in between jobs, fan projects she created for her favorite games soon gained recognition and lead to her first paid role with Wadjet Eye Games.

Some games Sandra’s voiced for include the Primordia, Apotheon, Heroes of Newerth, Marvel’s Avengers Academy, and most recently Brawl Stars by Clash of Clans developer Supercell. She also provides voice over and editing services for countless lifestyle and education podcasts. When she’s not voice acting you can catch her on Twitter or Facebook under the handle “DustyOldRoses,” obsessing over good food, good games and the color pink.

PodCastle 484: Flash Fiction Extravaganza! Seasons


In Spring, the Dawn. In Summer, the Night.by Aidan Doyle.

Read by Nina Brady.

It always seems to me that people who hate me must be suffering from some strange form of lunacy. – Sei Shōnagon, The Pillow Book, Circa1000 C.E.

On the third day of the third month, the good people of court traveled by ox-drawn carriage from the Imperial Palace to the Divine Spring Garden, the carriage boys running ahead to ensure the common people didn’t block our way. The colored sleeves of so many elegant ladies showing through the curtains must have been a wondrous sight as the carriages rattled past.

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“Autumn Jewels” by Shveta Thakrar.

Read by Ramakrishnan M.

On the third of the nine nights of Navratri, the celebration honoring goddess Durga, a call slight as spider silk murmured through the temple. Most revelers heard nothing, but four-year-old Bhavna eluded her mother’s watchful eye long enough to sneak out of the saturated colors and lively music of garba, past a wild pumpkin patch, and into the night-shrouded woods beyond.

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“Winter Witch” by Matt Dovey.

Read by Julie Hoverson.

I feel their grief moving through the forest. It is like a buried splinter tugging at my skin, working its way further inside. In part this is my deep intimacy with these woods, nurtured through all my thirty years, and in part it is the soft sound of their sobbing, carried through still air that is thick with pine and decay and more.

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Rated PG-13.

PC 478: A Ghost Among The Mangroves


by Naru Sundar
read by Arun Jiwa
A PodCastle Original!
Rated PG-13.

“They must have executed me while I waited in the mangrove shadows. Here, amidst the cicada trill, amidst the basso rumble of distant ships in the Trincomalee harbor. The Seiko at my feet, my brother Vasanthan’s parting gift, lies broken. Its broken hands mark my passage into this juddering, flickering, solitary awareness. I am but one ghost, with not even Vasanthan for company, no matter how much I want him to be here. But how can that be? Sri Lanka must throng with ghosts, hundreds and thousands of them, monsters and innocent both.” 

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Naru Dames Sundar writes speculative fiction and poetry. His fiction has appeared in Lightspeed, Strange Horizons & Nature Magazine. He is a recipient of the 2016 Prix Aurora award for best poem. He lives in Northern California amid redwoods, moss and the occasional turkey. You can find him online at www.shardofstar.info or on twitter as @naru_sundar.

Arun Jiwa is a speculative fiction writer with work in The Drabblecast, Easy Street Magazine, and Tesseracts 19. He is a graduate of the Viable Paradise Writing Workshop, and currently lives in Edmonton, Alberta. You can find him online at www.arunjiwa.com and on Twitter @aruninations.

PC 477: Crickets Sing for Naomi


by Eden Royce

read by Khaalidah Muhammad-Ali

PodCastle Original!

Rated PG-13.

“If these danggone crickets don’t stop following me,” Naomi grumbled as the insect bounded out of the path of her wedge heel. Another of the bugs scuttled across the top of her foot, its spiny legs pricking her exposed skin. Under the streetlight, moths danced in the circle of brightness on the otherwise dim road. Heat ebbed from the asphalt, making her wish she’d worn flip-flops.

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Eden Royce Author PhotoEden Royce is descended from women who practiced root, a type of conjure magic in her native Charleston, South Carolina. She’s been a bridal consultant, reptile handler, and stockbroker, but now writes fiction about the American South from her home in the English countryside.

Eden is the recipient of the Speculative Literature Foundation’s Diverse Worlds grant and is a regular contributor to Graveyard Shift Sisters, a site dedicated to purging the black female horror fan from the margins. Her fiction has appeared in or is forthcoming from FIYAH Literary Magazine of Black Speculative Fiction, Truancy, and Abyss & Apex.

Find her online at http://edenroyce.com/ or @EdenRoyce