A weird fiction podcast from John Lombard

We open on a soldier, Swiss, battered and dishevelled, emaciated from a month’s dreary confinement, now wrenched into the bleary light,...

The squealing feral hogs ramaged rapaciously on Wall Street, skewering scuttling, blanching bankers with their piercing tusks and...

Cindy wasn’t right after the late shift. She wouldn’t let us turn on the self-checkers, so we had to ring up sales on the tills. We don’t...

The Beast did not have to pay for the gloves. True, many aristocrats did not settle their bills, on principle. True, residents of...

It was noon on the last day of the 9th month, and Qin Ming hurled himself along the busy streets of Kaifeng, hunted by ghosts. He passed...

There are rules for lifts. Some rules are obvious. If you are part of a group, use one lift, and travel together. Face the door, so you...

The man reached into a bag. He pulled out a head. The head was scrubbed with soap, with the hair combed and tied up in a knot. The teeth...