Podcasts

You would think that I would be a little more internet savvy considering that I work in IT, but that just isn’t the case. I am not a gadget guy who is trying the latest thing as soon as it comes out. I don’t watch the tech news and I stay away from most online communities. I do find some neat things every now and again though and I want to share one of these discoveries with you.

As my father says, “Even the old blind hog finds an acorn every now and then.”

My acorn, are audio book pod casts. Nothing new, but something I have just recently started to get into. I get to listen to great stories while I am driving to and from work. These are professional markets for writers and they work on the same non-profit ideals as PBS. I hope you will take the time to visit, listen, and if you like them, help support them.

www.podcastle.org – Pod Castle is the source for fantasy fiction. I have heard classic sword and sorcery as well as westerns, urban fantasy and future fantasy. Fantasy is my favorite and this is the site I am spending the most time on. Episodes see to average around an hour.

www.psuedopod.org – Psuedopod is the horror affiliate for the same group. There have been some wonderful stories on this that actually send a chill down the spine. Not only are they reading great fiction, but the background music and occasional sound effects can really set the mood.

www.escapepod.org – Escape Pod is the home of science fiction. I am not a huge fan of this genre and I don’t think I have actually written a story that could fall under this umbrella but there have still been a bunch of great stories. Including “Chasers”, by Mur Lafferty, which is now one of my new favorite stories ever in this genre.

www.castofwonders.org – The final one is Cast of Wonders. CoW handles young adult stories in both scifi and fantasy. I have not started listening here yet, but I have it bookmarked for the near future.

There are hundreds of stories on each site. I have not heard the same reader twice on any story and I do know that this happens but it is rare. The readings are well done and the audio file is very professional in quality. I have not had a problem with anything on the sites so far. So go pick your favorite type of stories and give them a try. Enjoy yourself and enjoy some great stories at a time when you probably wouldn’t get to read otherwise.

L. E. White

Shadow

As the shadow shifted across the floor he watched it. It was a dark spot in the bright room that shouldn’t be there. The lights were above him, inside the drop ceiling that hovered above him, just a little too far for him to be able to touch it when he jumped off the bed. That same bed was bolted to the floor and the wall, but it didn’t have a gap between them, so there wasn’t a place there for the shadow to come from.

He had looked at the lights until his eyes had burned from staring at the brightness. He hadn’t found a bug or sticker that would have left a dark, black spot on the floor but it was there. He was alone as far as he knew, and if an invisible person was in the room with him then why did they cast a shadow?

It was moving slow, but it was coming closer.

The jacket made sure he couldn’t hurt himself, but it didn’t keep him from walking. He could have stood up and walked over to see if he could see what was making the shadow, but then he would have been on the floor with it.

Not when he could hear it sliding closer. Despite his screaming, and despite his yelling, he could hear it sliding closer.

Where was everyone? He had been yelling and screaming for so long that his throat hurt, but none of the angels in their little white jackets and their funny green pants had come to check on him.

He sat on the bed, hugging himself with his arms wrapped tight around him regardless of if he wanted to hug himself or not, and began to rock back and forth. He was crying now, because the inky black shadow was so close and nobody was coming to save him. Snot and tears ran down his face and into his mouth and he couldn’t even wipe it away. He would have rolled over and rubbed his face on the blanket, but that would have meant he had to stop watching the shadow.

You can’t do that, shadows move faster if you aren’t watching them.

So he snotted and sobbed, rocking back and forth. He was hitting his head on the walls, hoping that they would come and stop him from hurting himself, but the walls were too soft to let him hurt himself.

And still the shadow crept closer.

And closer.

Until it was close enough to stretch out a dark, jutting, mass towards the bed. The shadow looked like one of those single celled things that had its picture drawn in your old biology books. The ones that ran out a piece of itself to move and you would sit and draw on that to make it look like a penis so that you and your friends could have a single celled penis art show after class and laugh about how clever you were until your teacher saw them and made your parents pay to replace the book and you would get grounded and blame the teacher and talk about how bad the teacher was to your friends and how you wish they would just die and they would agree but only you actually brought a knife to school and stabbed the stupid penis hating teacher and then you were sent to a hospital where you talked about what you had done after they shocked the holy living shit out of you; that kind of reaching out thing.

That was when the screaming started again. Screaming that put all of the screams before it to shame. Real, panicked, oh my god the monster under the bed is back, screaming.

Now the angel in the white sweater comes in. She is carrying a needle. He didn’t like needles but if she would stab the shadow then it would be alright.

She stopped, and her eyes widened. She saw the shadow. He could tell that she saw it. Someone else saw it so it was real. Now he would be saved.

She turned white and looked up at him and then down at the needle.

Then she turned around, walked out and shut the door. He had been smiling since he thought he was saved. Now though, he realized that even if it was real, she wouldn’t save him. If she told anyone else it was real, they might do to her what she had done to him.

He closed his eyes when he heard the lock turn.

He went back to crying as he felt the bed shift just a little.

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  1. September 21, 2012 at 8:45 AM

    I am glad you liked it. Thank you.

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