Posts Tagged ‘Dave Robison’

Genres: , ,

Cast of Wonders 287: Staff Picks 2017 – Wished

Show Notes

Every year in January, Cast of Wonders takes the month off to recharge, plan the year ahead and highlight some of our favorite episodes. Throughout the month, different members of the Cast of Wonders crew will present their favorite story of 2017.

This week’s episode is hosted by assistant editor Dani Daly.


Wished

by Amanda Helms

The wishing well discovered its meaning in existence only through a case of mistaken semantics. In point of fact, it started its existence not as a wishing well but as a decorative fountain. In point of another fact, it was sentient, all of which is most unusual for either a decorative fountain or a wishing well.

The way these three unusual things came to be is this:

On one summer solstice, a mother and her toddler stopped by the decorative fountain in the middle of Longview Mall, a middling shopping center located in a middling town in middling America.

(Continue Reading…)

Genres: ,

Episode 226: Wished by Amanda Helms

Show Notes

Happy New Year!


Theme music is “Appeal to Heavens” by Alexye Nov, available from Promo DJ or his Facebook page.


Wished

by Amanda Helms

 

The wishing well discovered its meaning in existence only through a case of mistaken semantics. In point of fact, it started its existence not as a wishing well but as a decorative fountain. In point of another fact, it was sentient, all of which is most unusual for either a decorative fountain or a wishing well.

The way these three unusual things came to be is this:

On one summer solstice, a mother and her toddler stopped by the decorative fountain in the middle of Longview Mall, a middling shopping center located in a middling town in middling America.

(Continue Reading…)

Genres:

Cast of Wonders 139: Little Wonders 6 – A Little Laughter

Show Notes

You’re listening to Little Wonders, our thematic flash fiction collections. This episode we bring you A Little Laughter.

Special thanks to Kevin McCloud and the Free Sounds Project for providing music and special effects.


Continue?

by James Vachowski

Fog fades away.  Darkness lifts. I struggle to find my feet as vision returns.  The room is empty. Signs of a struggle.

She’s gone!

Off and running with no control of my body as I fly on a path towards revenge.  An unseen hand guides my movements. Of course I know who took her. Who else could it be but Ryoku?  Damn him! If only we had left when he first made his threats…but this is no time to dwell on the past.

Rushing forward, unable to turn back.

Through flat, muted ears, I can almost hear the timer that ticks down the seconds we have left.

My steel jaw clenches as I will the fury down into my tightened fists.  Rage funnels through them as I pummel wave after wave of Ryoku’s goons, henchmen, thugs, and anyone else foolish enough to stand in my way.

Down the stairs.

Through the alley.

Over the barbed wire fence, ducking a pair of rabid junkyard dogs.

Forward still, rushing onward towards my love, and vengeance.

(Continue Reading…)

Episode 87: Little Wonders 1

Show Notes

Hello everyone! Surprise! Today, July 21st, is the two year anniversary of Cast of Wonders. We couldn’t be prouder, and to celebrate we’re debuting a new type of episode. You’re listening to the very first Little Wonders, a collection of flash fiction and poetry centered around a theme or genre. We’re going to start things off nice and easy with a pair of science fiction shorts.


Immersion

by Kara Hartz

Silvia stared at her Teddy, which moved laboriously into her outstretched hand. 

“How did you do that?” I asked.

“Dunno,” she said, “Just thought it.”

She didn’t move objects with the grace the native beings here did, but she still moved them.  Before accepting this ambassadorship I’d worried how it might affect Silvia. She got along well with the Teppim children though, and not having human playmates didn’t seem to bother her.

Moving things was natural to them, like learning to walk or talk for us.  Something picked up by being around it. 

I thought about my pen putting itself away.  Nothing happened.


Influx Capacitor

by Eric J. Juneau

Eleven-year-old Martin had nothing to do on his day off from school.  So he sat alone in his room, doodling in his diary and watching talk shows, since it was too early for cartoons.  The particular topic today was “What would you say if you could go back and tell your fifteen-year-old self one thing?”

Every forty and fifty-year old confessed some regret or mistake.  Half of them broke down in tears. One balding, grizzled man even looked like him.  

“I wish I knew my future,” Martin said to himself.  He wrote down If I read this in the future and someone’s invented a time machine, I’ll be alone on June 22nd, he looked at the clock, 1:45 PM.

*FLASH*

A man with a receding hairline appeared at the foot of his bed, wearing a green-collared shirt and black pants.  His arrival was accompanied by a loud whirring noise coming from a black box on his arm. The man had a bigger nose and a saggy face, but Martin knew he was looking at his future self.    

“Oh my god, it worked.  It worked,” the man said as he adjusted his box.  

“Jesus,” Martin said.  “Are you…?”

“I’m you, yes.  From the future.  You must have just written…”  Older Martin pointed to the diary.  

“…From a time machine?”

“Yes.  I don’t have much time.  I took a lot of risks to get here.”

Martin managed to nod, mouth hanging open.

Older Martin said, “Okay, first thing, ask out Michelle.  She really digs you. No matter how scared or shy you are.  If you don’t, you’ll regret it.”

“Who’s Michelle?”

“College.  Freshman year.  She lives in Sutherland Dorm.  Second, invest in Giga- Write this down!” Older Martin barked.  

Young Martin started writing furiously.

“Invest in Gigawire, YorkMark, and Torama.”

“Those are companies?”

“Yes, and don’t bother buying those collectible comic books.  They’re worth nothing. And Mom throws them out when you go to college anyway.”

“What college do I go to?”  Young Martin asked.

“Cantrell.  And that’s another thing.  You’ve got to get your grades up.  In tenth grade, study really hard. I mean it.  Maybe you could’ve gone to a better school if you hadn’t gotten angsty and goofed off.”

As Martin scribbled, he realized this man, who he would become, wasn’t very pleasant.

He continued, “And quit hanging out with those friends by the stairwell all the time.  They’re losers. They’ll just get you into trouble.”

*FLASH*

Another man appeared in the room next to older Martin.  He wore a shiny blue jumpsuit and looked identical, but with more hair and freckles.  “Good,” he said, “I’m not too late.” He was holding a black device in front of him like bike handlebars.

“Who are you?” Older Martin said.

“I’m you.  Well, I’m the you that you become,” he pointed at young Martin, “After you’re done with your speech.  Your temporal bubble must be protecting you from disappearing. Listen,” he addressed young Martin, “That thing with Michelle.  Don’t do it. Or, if you do, wear condoms.”

“Condoms?” Green-suited older Martin said, aghast.

“I swear to god, she’s crazy.  It won’t be worth it. And pull your money out of the stock market before the ‘Jefferson-Pershing’ incident.”

Young Martin started writing again at breakneck speed.  “What’s that?” he said.

“You’ll know it when it comes.  Also, while I’m at it, don’t buy a Honda Gaia.  They’re terrible.”

“Is that a car?” young Martin asked.

“Sort of,” blue-suited Martin-of-the-future said.

*FLASH*

Now a man wearing a light periwinkle suit, partially ripped at one sleeve, stood before him.  He took his glass helmet off. “Did you just tell him about Michelle?”

Blue-suited Martin nodded, jaw gaping.

“Okay, I don’t know how bad she is, but she can’t be as bad as Amber.”

“Amber?” young Martin and blue-suited Martin said at the same time.

*FLASH*

A Martin wearing a futuristic visor and tight clothes said, “Amber?  Try Fred.”

“Fred?” All the Martins chorused.

Green-suited Martin said, “I hope that’s a nickname.”

The older Martins started talking at once, asking questions and demanding to know what had happened that necessitated so many return trips.  Young Martin couldn’t understand what they were saying.

*FLASH*

A Martin in a pink and gray dress said, “Listen, ignore all these guys.  There’s something-“

“What’s with your clothes?” young Martin said, his tongue out in disgust.

“It’s the fashion.  Something’s going to happen on November 26, 2017.  And you can stop it. I’ve already got a plan for you.  Write this down.”

*FLASH*

A Martin wearing a tight-fitting white one-piece with rings floating above his head said, “Dude, your plan sucks.  You can’t-”  

*FLASH*

A Martin wearing all black with his hair slicked back said, “Kill them all.  Kill everyone in the world. None of them deserve to live.”

*FLASH*

A man appeared with a gray cat’s head and yellow eyes.  A white orb floated between his hands like he was holding it.

“Oh my god,” young Martin said, “What-“

“Yes, this is me.  There is much to explain.  All of the preceding has been irrelevant.”

*FLASH*

“Você precisa de compreender.  Se você conserva o líder da claque, você excepto o mundo.” said the recently arrived Martin with dark skin and a black box around his neck.

“What did he say?” one of the future Martins said.  

Now the room was full of Martins, arguing and bickering with each other, pointing fingers, yelling like a U.N. debate.  Young Martin covered his ears.

His eye caught the line in his notebook with the date and time.  He tore the page out, ripped it up, and threw it away.  

All the Martins looked up, startled.  In a single bright light, they blinked out of existence.  

Martin held his breath.  Thirty seconds passed, but nothing happened.  When he was sure the quiet had returned, he got up, turned off the TV, and got a soda.