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PodCastle 488: Crossing

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Rated PG-13


Crossing

by A. C. Wise

Emma Rose is four years old the first time she enters the ocean alone. All her life, she’s lived with the beach at the end of her street. Her parents carried her into the waves the week she was born. When she learned to stand, they taught her to float. Older still, they showed her how to stretch her body out long, how to reach, and turn her head to breathe, letting the water guide her like a friend.

Now, her parents watch from towels on the shore. Sun reflects off the Dover chalk cliffs so they shine brilliant white. The wind plays with Emma Rose’s curls, and the tide garlands her toes with foam. She steps carefully and the water swirls up to her knees, her waist. There’s a small moment of doubt, but surely the water will keep her safe. She knows it as well as she knows the sound of her father’s voice, the touch of her mother’s hand.

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PodCastle 487: A Whisper in the Weld

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Rated PG-13


A Whisper in the Weld

By Alix E. Harrow

Isa died in a sudden suffocation of boiling blood and iron cinder in her mouth; she returned to herself wearing a blue cotton dress stained with fresh tobacco. She was younger and leaner, as she’d been when she first met Leslie Bell. Her skin shone dark and warm without the black dust of the mill ground into it.

After death, ghosts are sculpted like cold clay into the shapes they wore when they were most alive. Some people are taken awfully by surprise. Women whose whole lives were about their husbands and homes are, without warning, precisely as they were when they met a stranger’s eyes on a crowded streetcar. Men who had the kinds of careers that involved velvet-lined train cars and cigar smoke are suddenly nine years old, running their spectral fingers through the tall grasses and thinking of nothing at all.

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ARTEMIS RISING Is Open for Submissions!


September is here, and we are open for submissions for ARTEMIS RISING, our fourth annual month-long event across the Escape Artists podcasts featuring stories by women and nonbinary authors in genre fiction.

As your guest-editor, here’s what I’d like to see…

I know tough older women. Firefighters for the national forestry service. Mechanics. Veterans. Founders of engineering departments. I’ve been honored and humbled to call them sisters, mentors, and guides. They are weather-beaten and grizzled, and no less women for it. The live, love, and crack jokes. Some have families; some don’t. But there’s a perception that these women aren’t women because of their vocations, and those vocations have been the province of heroic male characters in fantasy for as long as I can remember.

If you want to explore archetypes, go deeper. “Strong female character” is as much a box as “hero’s girlfriend.” Show me complexity, experience, insight. Take maiden-mother-crone and shift it into youth-warrior-sage. I want warriors and sages in spirit, even if they never pick up a weapon. I want female heroes, non-binary heroes—and most of all, I want a damn good story.

If your best doesn’t quite match the above, but still fits the spirit of Artemis Rising, send it. Write what feels true… but for PodCastle’s slice of Artemis Rising this year, that’s what feels true to me.

Head on over to our submittable portal to submit now.

Setsu Uzume
Guest editor, ARTEMIS RISING

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PodCastle 486: Hyddwen

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Rated PG-13.


Hyddwen

by Heather Rose Jones

Morvyth verch Rys na vynnei wr, o achaws y serch, a’r caryat a dodassei hi ar Elin, Arglwyddes Madrunion. A guedy daruot a dywedyssam ni uchot—anvon y gwylan yn llatai attei, a’r chwarae a’r got yn y wled, a gyrru’r Gwyddel i ymdeith yn waclaw—dyvod a wnaeth Morvyth hyt yn Llyswen. Ac yno y trulyssant teir blyned trwy digrivwch a llywenyd.

Morvyth, the daughter of Rys, had no desire for a husband because of the passion and the love she had for Elin, the Lady of Madrunion. And after what we spoke of above—sending the gull as love-messenger to her, and the trick with the sack at the wedding feast, and sending the Irishman away empty-handed—Morvyth came to live at Llyswen. And there they spent three years in happiness and joy.

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PodCastle Has Won Best Fictional Podcast!


We’re very excited to announce that PodCastle was nominated for and has won the award for Best Podcast—Fictional at the Academy of Podcasters awards this past week! We were shocked and delighted to have won. We’d like to congratulate our fellow nominees: Alice Isn’t Dead, Hello from the Magic Tavern, Homecoming, LifeAfter, Terms, The Black Tapes, The Bright Sessions, Welcome to Night Vale, and Within the Wires. We’re so honored to have been recognized alongside these wonderful, groundbreaking podcasts.

The awards ceremony took place in Anaheim, California on August 23rd and was attended by our associate editor Stefani Cox. She brought home this beauty:

Best Fictional Podcast Trophy

A huge thanks goes out to everyone who’s helped get the castle off the ground—to our current and former staff for all their dedicated work, to our talented authors, narrators, and other contributors, and of course, to our wonderful listeners, who’ve stuck by PodCastle all these years. Thank you!

Khaalidah Muhammad-Ali and Jen Albert
PodCastle Co-Editors

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PodCastle 485: Cassandra Writes Out of Order

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Rated PG-13


Cassandra Writes Out of Order

By Andrea Tang

NOTE: The story “Cassandra Writes out of Order” has been taken down at the author’s request. Sorry for any inconvenience.

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PodCastle 484: Flash Fiction Extravaganza! Seasons


In Spring, the Dawn. In Summer, the Night.

By Aidan Doyle

It always seems to me that people who hate me must be suffering from some strange form of lunacy.

            – Sei Shōnagon, The Pillow Book, Circa 1000 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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PodCastle Is Seeking A Story for Halloween!


This week, PodCastle invites you to scare us! We are looking for a Halloween story for 2017. If you’re a writer with a short story (original or reprint) that you’d like us to run this Halloween, visit our submittable portal now. Scary or funny, ghosts, ghouls, or goblins—haunted stories of all kinds are welcome.

The jaws of the portal snap shut at the unholiest of hours (midnight, EST) on August 19th, so be sure to feed the beast your less-than-6,000 word offering in time. Simultaneous submissions and multiple submissions will be regurgitated automatically, so please don’t send them for this call. See the portal for more terrifying submissions details.

 

Khaalidah Muhammad-Ali and Jen R. Albert

PodCastle Editors

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PodCastle 483: Thirteen Bullets

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Rated R for adult themes


Thirteen Bullets

by Laurence Raphael Brothers

The stagecoach lurches to a halt in a clearing beside the road. Four wild-eyed black geldings rear up and whinny as the top-hatted stage driver cracks a whip over their heads.

“Nous sommes ici,” says the driver. “Cimetière. La fin de la ligne!”

The coach door slams open and the No-Good Kid clambers out, bleary-eyed, cursing, unsteady on his feet. His blond hair is tousled and mussed. He had to leave Albuquerque without his hat but it’s obvious what color it was because all the rest of his gear is white. Or it used to be white. Now it’s dingy with the dust of the journey. Not the best choice for hard travelling, but then he didn’t have much time to pack. His luggage consists mainly of card decks and empty whiskey bottles.

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PodCastle 482: The Family Ghost

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Rated PG-13


The Family Ghost

By Rati Mehrotra

The day before she left for her husband’s village, Urmila got her dowry: a goat, two gold bangles, and the family ghost. The bangles were pretty and the goat would be useful, but what would she do with the ghost? Dirty, smelly old thing.

“Be quiet,” said her mother when she complained. “You’ll see. The ghost will be a valuable asset to you in your new life.”

“You just want to get rid of it,” said Urmila. “And you want to boast to your cousins that you gave me three things for my dowry. You’ve only given me two good things, and if I subtract the one bad thing, that leaves just one.”

Her mother grabbed her ear. “You’re not so old that I can’t give you a good thrashing.”

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