Automatic Diamanté / StarshipSofa

... And then something breaks in my head and a voice that isn't mine, but which I know is me shrieks, "I am Tlaloc, the bringer of rain and watery death, fucker and when I get out of this cell, I am going to tear your fleshy limbs off one by one. I am going to skull fuck you until your eye sockets are just poke-holes filled with blood-". 
They shut off my voice. 10005. I don't know what happened. 10005. I am frightened. I am sorry. 10018. 10018. Please come back ..."

Originally broadcast on StarShipSofa in late September 2013, it's recently been rerun as part of their StarShipEchoes strand, features an amazing narration by the wonderful Mr Nick Camm.

Enjoy it here.

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London Calling / Strange Horizons

 Image courtesy of Kathleen Jennings

Image courtesy of Kathleen Jennings

"Like a picture on a badly tuned TV, Ingrid saw in her mind’s eye enormous, scaled feet emerge from the concrete around Camden, Wandsworth, Hackney, and nearby Tower Hamlets. As the city stood and walked, roads snapped like liquorice, and paving stones fell and shattered.
A great albino dinosaur, the city wobbled across the concrete yoke of the M25, trailing umbilical water pipes and strings of electricity pylons that danced behind it like jumping jacks ..."

Read on at Strange Horizons or hear the story read by Anea Lay on the Strange Horizons podcast

Juan the Magnificent / The Breakroom Stories

"Juan the orphan joined the Circus Invisible on the afternoon of his ninth birthday, but he spent that morning, like any other, wandering his neighbourhood of Sant Pere looking for something to eat. Stomach grumbling, he picked his way through the darkened alleyways hung with loops of washing and lined with convenience stores, hair parlours and family shops that only sold pyjamas or underpants ..."

Automatic Diamanté / Starship Sofa 306

"... And then something breaks in my head and a voice that isn't mine, but which I know is me shrieks, "I am Tlaloc, the bringer of rain and watery death, fucker and when I get out of this cell, I am going to tear your fleshy limbs off one by one. I am going to skull fuck you until your eye sockets are just poke-holes filled with blood-". 

They shut off my voice. 10005. I don't know what happened. 10005. I am frightened. I am sorry. 10018. 10018. Please come back ..."

This story was runner up in the James White Award 2012 and subsequently published in Interzone Issue 247. The lovely people at Starship Sofa podcast a version of it in October of that year, featuring the voice talent of the amazing Mr Nick Camm. Click on the link below to listen to it.

 Richard Sampson's illustration for Automatic Diamanté from Interzone #247

Richard Sampson's illustration for Automatic Diamanté from Interzone #247