A weird fiction podcast from John Lombard

Goro stumbled home, dreading his wife’s reception, when a paper lantern licked his face. It had been a long day at the art studio. The publisher had requested landscape prints of the post stations of the Central Mountain Route. With no budget for an excursion outside Edo, studio apprentices including Goro spent the day scouring the studio’s archive for illustrations of the specified locations. Where these could not be found, they adapted or invented as necessary, aware that g

We bound through the Galliard Smith gate, dodging the iron pickets, our feet landing hard in the park beneath the park. Thousands of...

Two hours on hold to the council and now I’ve got three kids on the driveway playing silly buggers. They’re taking turns jumping over the...

At eight bells, the crow’s nest sighted our two rowboats, sagged by gold and churned by explosions in the water. Above them, black-clad...

When it is my turn, I go like a lamb. A soldier steers me with the stock of a bayonet lodged into the small of my back, but after weeks...

I held my breath as Alain bit into the meat pie. The filling was probably offal, but we inspectors have open minds from global experience...