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Trumix.com listings available of Free Reads from onetinleg.com Podcasts Build your own playlists with this podcast. Song of the Rice Barge Coolie Part 1 "My sister, is she dead? Go and give her a poke, would you?" The great white presence that was the Lady Mother of the Long Walkers indicated the row of captive queens on their dais beneath her, deferentially lower. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Song of the Rice Barge Coolie Part 2 On the countertop the lone ant groomed its antennae. "You are going to kill your husband. He is wearing out, then?" The ant was dusted white from its struggle through the arsenic buffet Ginny had just laid out. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Year They Invented Frozen Lemonade Part 1 "I am midtown. Manhattan?" Linda Winkelman speaks her question out loud in the middle of the rush hour push; no one notices. She can not recall who she is or why she is here. "I remember lemonade," says Linda. Buildings disappeared, people disappeared. Now it is her turn. Linda Winkelman was born the year they invented frozen lemonade. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Year They Invented Frozen Lemonade Part 2 Linda's mother is secretly tickled at the patronymic of Linda's intended. "Winkelman? His name is Winkelman? That's the same name as ours. It sounds like incest. The neighbors will think your father was screwing some babe in Yonkers." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Scope Virgin The woman at the far end of the kaleidoscope had not been there last week, of this Simon was sure. She was naked or near enough, thinly dressed in a diaphanous veil. "Holy shit!" Simon Alexander breathed on the lens and gave it a wipe with his sleeve. "I see that I have your attention..." said the woman, "...finally." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website McMuckle Makes a Minyan The ineffable, unnamable God of Hosts stood with a burly, bearded personage who held a bar towel draped over one arm, a symbol of his trade. The golem toyed nervously with an ear. "My people should quake at My unutterable Name, not fall on their tukhes," God sighed. The ear came off. "Bim... this is not about you. Try to stay on topic." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Platterland It was a real nice laying-out—tasteful. Well, maybe not so much tasteful particularly, but neat. They’d got Ed’s left arm attached to his head and not his shoulder. And they had the remaining right arm attached on the left side. To look like them, I supposed. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website An Unwarmed Fish It was always Thursday in the Ferguson and McLaughlin Family Bar, Tables for Ladies, all Thursday, all the time. But this Thursday a different barmaid. "Hi, I'm Bambi. The Divine Artemis couldn't make it. The demiurges are chucking quoits today." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website A Pass on the Tabouli Errol Flynn, aged 120, has been kept alive with hormones and organ transplants until 2025 for the last, final, remake of Kipling's Kim. It will be a musical. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Klein, the Clone Twins play which kid's got the papers. Originally published as The Flags of All Nations Hors D'eouvre Toothpick Caper. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Tomcat His great green eyes invited her to share a secret knowledge, intimating she was trusted, but not yet ready for a full revelation. Her species would have to mature. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Boys Night Out Jim bit the dog's ear off. He spat. Dog blood was different, somehow forbidden. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website E Pluribus Human "YO, BABE!" a man's voice blared at Grenadine McKenzie, "SURPRISE, YOU'RE PREGNANT." The face digitized, fell apart, then reassembled itself. A line of empty pixels ran across a tanned chin. One eye twitched. "Gotta go. Kissy-kissy." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Dead Man in the Yard There was a dead man in the yard this morning. I checked in my wallet for my latest picture of the front yard. I have a collection of yard pictures that goes back for years but I usually carry only one photo at a time. No, he was a new arrival. I called Sheila. Sheila is my ex-wife. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Facelift Lord Zorgon of Alymeade sighed, a great exhalation redolent of smoldering carpets. "Where was I? Facelifts, yes. Women, whatever their ages, never wish for sensible things like orthotics or a tonsillectomy." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website A Special Providence "I thought there was a special providence that looked out after these things," said Gerry. A ten-dollar jackpot dropped into the takeout drawer. "There is," said a voice. "And don't whack the machine, the lottery corporation doesn't favor muscleheads abusing church property." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Ninepatch Variation Libby Pease remembers her girlhood as a litany of lost callers. Now a visitor: William Powell has misplaced Myrna Loy. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Red Sneaker Zones Libby Pease accepts having her own personal shaman as an article of faith, which faith she could not tell. The dead Indian smells rank, but not unpleasantly so―fresh earth clinging to over-wintering vegetables, plug-cut tobacco and molasses. He wears a loincloth and is well muscled, albeit stringy. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website I Want to Share Your Wheat Prosper Epilegomenes is a mouse demon in service to Sminthian Apollo. He blows up a car dealership and kills a troublesome neighbor. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Perfect Homburg Duckpin bowling in Taunton, Massachusetts. A duel over a magic hat sacred to Artemis, sister of Apollo. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website E Pluribus Human "YO, BABE!" a man's voice blared at Grenadine McKenzie, "SURPRISE, YOU'RE PREGNANT." The face digitized, fell apart, then reassembled itself. A line of empty pixels ran across a tanned chin. One eye twitched. "Gotta go. Kissy-kissy." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website A Pass on the Tabouli Errol Flynn, aged 120, has been kept alive with hormones and organ transplants until 2025 for the last, final, remake of Kipling's Kim. It will be a musical. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Dead Man in the Yard There was a dead man in the yard this morning. I checked in my wallet for my latest picture of the front yard. I have a collection of yard pictures that goes back for years but I usually carry only one photo at a time. No, he was a new arrival. I called Sheila. Sheila is my ex-wife. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Klein, the Clone Twins play which kid's got the papers. Originally published as The Flags of All Nations Hors D'eouvre Toothpick Caper. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Tomcat His great green eyes invited her to share a secret knowledge, intimating she was trusted, but not yet ready for a full revelation. Her species would have to mature. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Boys Night Out Jim bit the dog's ear off. He spat. Dog blood was different, somehow forbidden. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Facelift Lord Zorgon of Alymeade sighed, a great exhalation redolent of smoldering carpets. "Where was I? Facelifts, yes. Women, whatever their ages, never wish for sensible things like orthotics or a tonsillectomy." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website A Special Providence "I thought there was a special providence that looked out after these things," said Gerry. A ten-dollar jackpot dropped into the takeout drawer. "There is," said a voice. "And don't whack the machine, the lottery corporation doesn't favor muscleheads abusing church property." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Ninepatch Variation Libby Pease remembers her girlhood as a litany of lost callers. Now a visitor: William Powell has misplaced Myrna Loy. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Red Sneaker Zones Libby Pease accepts having her own personal shaman as an article of faith, which faith she could not tell. The dead Indian smells rank, but not unpleasantly so―fresh earth clinging to over-wintering vegetables, plug-cut tobacco and molasses. He wears a loincloth and is well muscled, albeit stringy. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website I Want to Share Your Wheat Prosper Epilegomenes is a mouse demon in service to Sminthian Apollo. He blows up a car dealership and kills a troublesome neighbor. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Perfect Homburg Duckpin bowling in Taunton, Massachusetts. A duel over a magic hat sacred to Artemis, sister of Apollo. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website An Unwarmed Fish It was always Thursday in the Ferguson and McLaughlin Family Bar, Tables for Ladies, all Thursday, all the time. But this Thursday a different barmaid. "Hi, I'm Bambi. The Divine Artemis couldn't make it. The demiurges are chucking quoits today." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Boys Night Out Jim bit the dog's ear off. He spat―dog blood was different, somehow forbidden. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Tomcat His great green eyes invited her to share a secret knowledge, intimating she was trusted, but not yet ready for a full revelation. Her species would have to mature. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Klein, the Clone Twins play which kid's got the papers. Originally published as The Flags of All Nations Hors D'eouvre Toothpick Caper. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Dead Man in the Yard There was a dead man in the yard this morning. I checked in my wallet for my latest picture of the front yard. I have a collection of yard pictures that goes back for years but I usually carry only one photo at a time. No, he was a new arrival. I called Sheila. Sheila is my ex-wife. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website A Pass on the Tabouli Errol Flynn, aged 120, has been kept alive with hormones and organ transplants until 2025 for the last, final, remake of Kipling's Kim. It will be a musical. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Perfect Homburg Duckpin bowling in Taunton, Massachusetts. A duel over a magic hat sacred to Artemis, sister of Apollo. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website I Want to Share Your Wheat Prosper Epilegomenes is a mouse demon in service to Sminthian Apollo. He blows up a car dealership and kills a troublesome neighbor. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Red Sneaker Zones Libby Pease accepts having her own personal shaman as an article of faith, which faith she could not tell. The dead Indian smells rank, but not unpleasantly so―fresh earth clinging to over-wintering vegetables, plug-cut tobacco and molasses. He wears a loincloth and is well muscled, albeit stringy. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website A Special Providence "I thought there was a special providence that looked out after these things," said Gerry. A ten-dollar jackpot dropped into the takeout drawer. "There is," said a voice. "And don't whack the machine—the lottery corporation doesn't favor muscleheads abusing church property." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Ninepatch Variation Libby Pease remembers her girlhood as a litany of lost callers. Now a visitor: William Powell has misplaced Myrna Loy. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Facelift Lord Zorgon of Alymeade sighed, a great exhalation redolent of smoldering carpets. "Where was I? Facelifts, yes. Women, whatever their ages, never wish for sensible things like orthotics or a tonsillectomy." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website An Unwarmed Fish It was always Thursday in the Ferguson and McLaughlin Family Bar, Tables for Ladies, all Thursday, all the time. But this Thursday a different barmaid. "Hi, I'm Bambi. The Divine Artemis couldn't make it. The demiurges are chucking quoits today." Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website Daphne Longhandle's Last Flight "See that, Franklin?" said Eleanor Roosevelt. "That’s O’Brien." Franklin observed a line of stars on the eastern horizon. There were four. "Oops, sorry." Eleanor nodded at her new constellation, O’Brien, and the fourth star blinked out. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Runaway Bungalow Part 1 The penis with the butterfly tattoo arrived in the mail that afternoon. A plain cardboard box, book rate. Inside a bubble-wrap cocoon was the plastic bottle, Sue Bee Honey. The norteamericano supermarkets displayed these in tidy rows near the peanut butter. The butterfly's wings hung limp in a goldenhaze of honey as though it had only just left its chrysalis and paused in the sun to dry. Listen | Listen in your iPhone | Download | View full cache | Visit Website The Runaway Bungalow Part 2 San Expedito was fussing with his military kilt. 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