GlitterShip

An LGBTQ Science Fiction & Fantasy podcast

Month: November 2016

Episode #30 — “City of Chimeras” by Richard Bowes


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City of Chimeras

by Richard Bowes

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Salome’s hand is the hinge and John the Baptist’s head is the hammer on the doorknocker at the Studio Caravaggio. I slam the brass head held by its brass hair on the door a few times before the spy slot on the iron door opens and closes.

To mortal eyes here in the Middle World even a half-breed Fey like me can appear a bit translucent with his hands and hair trailing away like phosphorous.  In my case most of that is the effect of Prince Calithurn’s Glamour having rubbed off on me. But at this address I’m recognized and expected. Though since I’ve come on time, I am by local standards early to the point of madness.

Just then, I feel the probe of another mind. By instinct I block it.  The rivalries and feuds of the tall elves are twisted and beyond logic.  Recently certain ones have appeared in Gotham who can scan and probe as well as my lover Calithurn or any other Fey. And these newcomers mean us no good. This time however, it’s Prince Cal himself and I let him into my mind.

“Enemies from this world and Faery are at my throat,” he announces. “Though my father has abandoned me, his enemies have not. My cousins from the South and their friends from the West are closing in. I need you by my side, Jackie Boy.”

 

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Episode #29 — “Learned People” by Chelsea Eckert


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LEARNED PEOPLE is a GLITTERSHIP ORIGINAL

 

Learned People

by Chelsea Eckert

She’s on her bed, on her knees, leaning against the window so that her face is pressed against it. Her fingers are interlinked across her gut, and she’s dead. Absolutely. Paleness clings to her like dust on a moth’s wing.

For a while I lean against the wall. The paint is a lumpy, intestine pink, which is/was Tess’s favorite color. Hard whimpers push their way out of me. I am, for a moment, blind and deaf. A wolf pup at the tit. When I feel more awake I push myself steady and climb onto the bed. Tess doesn’t blink. Her eyes are on the sky. One lid twitches.

No, not dead.

 

 

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