A weird fiction podcast from John Lombard

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...

When I started this blog/podcast I intended to write short articles talking about the inspirations behind each story, partly to remind...