Tue, 21 February 2006 Within social circles linked by blood The Feral Twins are more than assassins, they're celebrities. A predator pack of two that bring animal spectacle to murder, they have no past, just question marks that hang like sharpened sickles above their heads. Ferus is silent death, his sister's single-minded enforcer. But there's the voice of a young boy in his head that tells a very different story...**** Written by Matt Wallace Narrated by Neil Stringer http://www.variantfrequencies.com (c)2006 Rick Stringer and Matt Wallace February 2006 Comments[0] |
Tue, 14 February 2006 Two cities separated by 16 miles of river. One side has been written off, zeroed out by its elected caretakers. Now men with white collars and nighted sticks patrol the streets. They're peacekeepers, following a new gospel, the Steel Gospel. Ethan is one of them; part clergy, part lawman, part soldier. A shepherd in a concrete pasture, watching over hophead flocks by night. He's also a believer. Ethan knows that nobility and justice are the cross and shield of the street preacher. But power corrupts, and in a city that has downsized police and
politicians the street preacher's power is 100 proof...**** Written by Matt Wallace Narrated by Rick Stringer http://www.variantfrequencies.com (c)2006 Rick Stringer and Matt Wallace February 2006 Comments[0] |
Sun, 12 February 2006 I'd spotted Carey. He heard the Whirring too. He'd grabbed my baseball bat out of the front seat, and now he was standing, braced against the open passenger side door, in his best Sammy Sosa stance. I couldn't believe it, not even after knowing the guy for two years. He was actually going to try to tee off on the lo-gi.**** Written by Matt Wallace Narrated by Rick Stringer http://www.variantfrequencies.com (c)2006 Rick Stringer and Matt Wallace February 2006 Comments[0] |
Sun, 12 February 2006 You thought that was the sun rising over Saturn and ain't that a sight when really a superflare of magnesium was covering the approach of a creepy-creeper. And by the time the light dissipated they were right on top of you.**** This is the second of a two-part podcast. Written by Matt Wallace Narrated by Rick Stringer http://www.variantfrequencies.com (c)2006 Rick Stringer and Matt Wallace January 2006 Comments[0] |
Sun, 12 February 2006 They weren't family in the office. It wasn't a brotherhood. They weren't even friends. But they'd all been assigned a singular shitty fate, and that made them the same. When Management descended to rob a corpse of that departed man's few meager possessions it didn't stand with the other postmen. One day all of them would be that corpse.
And there were some actions even dead men jerked at. Comments[0] |
Sun, 12 February 2006 Variant Frequencies - Your speculative fiction dial. Find us at www.variantfrequencies.com
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Within social circles linked by blood The Feral Twins are more than assassins, they're celebrities. A predator pack of two that bring animal spectacle to murder, they have no past, just question marks that hang like sharpened sickles above their heads. Ferus is silent death, his sister's single-minded enforcer. But there's the voice of a young boy in his head that tells a very different story...
I'd spotted Carey. He heard the Whirring too. He'd grabbed my baseball bat out of the front seat, and now he was standing, braced against the open passenger side door, in his best Sammy Sosa stance. I couldn't believe it, not even after knowing the guy for two years. He was actually going to try to tee off on the lo-gi.
You thought that was the sun rising over Saturn and ain't that a sight when really a superflare of magnesium was covering the approach of a creepy-creeper. And by the time the light dissipated they were right on top of you.
They weren't family in the office. It wasn't a brotherhood. They weren't even friends. But they'd all been assigned a singular shitty fate, and that made them the same. When Management descended to rob a corpse of that departed man's few meager possessions it didn't stand with the other postmen. One day all of them would be that corpse.
Variant Frequencies - Your speculative fiction dial. Find us at www.variantfrequencies.com