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PodCastle 672: Rewind

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Rated PG-13.


By Josh Rountree


The dust biker comes into the video store that afternoon looking for slasher flicks. He heads straight to the horror section, not bothering to remove his breathing apparatus, and pulls a couple of classics from the shelf. Friday the 13th Part III and the original Halloween.

“You like this kind of stuff?” I ask when he hands the tapes to me for checkout.

“Yeah, so?” His voice is a mechanical whine and the desert winds have rendered his gray body suit smooth and practically transparent. I can’t see his eyes through the scored surface of his goggles, but I can feel the edge in the way he’s staring at me.

“I like them too,” I say. “I’ve seen hundreds of them. Slasher flicks, I mean.”

“Yeah, so what’s the best one?”

I don’t even have to think about it. “You ever seen Sleepaway Camp?”

His neck makes a stretching, leathery sound as he shakes his head side to side. “No.”

I sprint to the back of the store, pull the sun faded VHS box from the shelf, and add it to his pile. “On the house. Just let me know what you think when you drop it off.”

“You aren’t charging me?”

“No, just a favor from one fan to another.”

He might be smiling but I can’t see through the grill of his mask. He looms there like Jason Voorhees, silent and unreadable. Dust rides the creases of his suit and he reeks of illegal petroleum. He’s s seven-foot shadow come to life, an abstract artist’s rendering of torn metal and melted rubber pooling along an endless broken highway. He exhales heavily and it sounds like the rattle of failing pistons.

“Do you have a bag?”

I bag up his tapes and he grunts his thanks on the way out the door. The front wall of the store is made of glass and I watch as he starts his bike and speeds away toward the shimmering red horizon.

I hope he likes the movie. (Continue Reading…)

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PodCastle 669: The Book of May

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Rated Pg-13.

The Book of May

By C. S. E. Cooney and Carlos Hernandez

From: Morgan W. Jamwant <>

To: Harry Najinsky <>

Date: January 22, 2015 12:58:59 p.m. est

Subject: Death Is the Tree


Dude. I wanna be a tree when I die. Make them put me into one of those urn-y things. The biodegradable ones with the seed inside. Go look it up. I swear to God. Gawd. Gerd. Gods. All of em.

I wanted to be oak, ’cause of what you wrote a hundred billion years ago in our high school yearbook. “To Morgan, an Oak amidst the Spruce.” But I didn’t see oak on the website. Maybe I should go sugar maple instead. I’d be so fabulous in October.

Can you take this seriously? I mean, not too seriously but a little seriously? I’m kind of on a time crunch here, they tell me.

M. W. J. (Continue Reading…)

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PodCastle 668: Circle of Memories

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Rated PG-13.

Circle of Memories

By Jessica Meats

Cara brought her hand up to her face and was surprised to find wetness there. She looked at the damp ghosts of tears glistening on her fingertips and wondered what she’d been crying about. On the other side of the ritual circle, the witch held a small crystal, which was still glowing with the magic it had just absorbed.

“That must have been a powerful memory,” the witch commented. The witch was younger than Cara might have expected, her hair a mess of untidy, endearing waves. She met Cara’s gaze with eyes full of sympathy.

Cara blinked away the last of her tears. The confusion was less easy to blink away.

“Do you know what the memory was?” she asked.

The witch shook her head. “I don’t see the memories during the ritual, and you didn’t tell me what it was.”

She held the crystal out and Cara, still feeling a little dazed, accepted it. It was cold in her hand, but tingled with the promise of magic. Cara’s magic, that she’d traded something powerful for, something she now didn’t know. Her memories of coming in here and asking for the ritual were vague, like looking through fog, all the details obscured. She looked about the room as though seeing it for the first time, noting the mess of cluttered jars, the herbs drying from the beams, stubs of old candles, cups and bowls that needed washing, and the big book open on a worktable. It was the room of someone too busy to be preoccupied with tidying. Cara itched to move the tea cup further away from the jars of strangely coloured liquids, just to ensure there was no absent-minded mishap there. But it wasn’t her place to start tidying some stranger’s workshop, or to braid those curls back so the ends didn’t dip into anything.

Cara shook herself before she lost herself in imagining running her fingers through that soft hair or anything else equally inappropriate. (Continue Reading…)

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PodCastle Has Won the British Fantasy Award!

We’re thrilled to announce that PodCastle has won the 2020 British Fantasy Award in the Best Audio category! We were so proud to have been nominated alongside other wonderful podcasts: Breaking the Glass Slipper, Speculative Spaces, and our sister podcast at Escape Artists, PseudoPod. We’re grateful to the British Fantasy Society for this honor and for running the online ceremony during these trying times. 

We have a large, amazing team of editors, producers, hosts, and talent who work to make PodCastle a success. Thanks to our associate editors over the last few years—Krystal Claxton, Matt Dovey, Aidan Doyle, Eboni Dunbar, Emmalia Harrington, Kai Hudson, Oghenechovwe Donald Ekpeki, Devin Martin, Kathryn McMahon, Ace Ratcliff, Julian Jarboe, Craig Jackson, Julia Patt, Hamilton Perez, Eleanor Wood, Tierney Bailey, Sofía Barker, Shomari Kirkwood, Srikripa Krishna Prasad, Ziv Wities, and Kaitlyn Zivanovich—you are all unparalleled in your drive, passion, and talent. And to our incredible bosses, Marguerite Kenner and Alasdair Stuart, thank you for giving us the support and freedom we need to create this beautiful thing. 

And to the authors whose work is at the center of everything we do, to the narrators whose voices touch and sustain us, and to the listeners who keep us going by tuning in week after week (for over twelve years now!): thank you so much. Our accolades are also yours.


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