The Jungle by Laird Long read by Shawn Robertson A claw-hammer crushed a bum’s skull. A four-foot crowbar slammed against a hobo’s face, breaking jaw and cheekbone. Fortunately, the screaming helped to muffle the nauseating sound of the cracking bone

By Bryan Wein Read by Shawn Robertson Period: American West In the last days of the Republic of Texas a man rode up out of the mesquite bluffs south of the Guadalupe River and stopped on a rise where nothing grew but maguey and ocotillo. He swung down o

By Gary Ives Read by Shawn Robertson Period: World War I Sandy drove the hired wagon from Glen Ellen down to Valhalla with his mare and Billy Crowder's roan, Apache, trailing. There he buried his friend under a live oak in the $25 casket he'd bought in

By Steven Saus (Steven's publishing) Read by Peter Piazza (Peter's work on StarshipSofa and The Drabblecast) "It's not Rome, but at least I get to wear a nice hat," Monica laughed. She held its floofy rim down as a gust of fall wind threatened to pull it

By Lillian Csernica Read by Shawn Robertson ...The great hall's massive oak doors stood open, allowing the sunlight to stream in and make a broad golden carpet on the flagstones. Gatito, the Cook's tabby cat, lay sprawled on the doorstep, sunning his whi

By Russell James Read by Shawn Robertson “You have to have the right pilot, in the right plane, in the right position.” Lieutenant Terry Greene’s flight instructor had used that phrase ten times a day as he taught Terry to dogfight in a SPAD VII b

By D.J. Barber Read by Shawn Robertson Rain was dead. She lay sprawled across the tiny kitchen floor, blood had pooled beneath her. Several stab wounds peppered her torso; her face was twisted in fear and agony in a death mask of horror. Sirens wailed in

Period 1920's By J.R. Lindermuth Read by Shawn Robertson He said, “You don’t believe Blackbeard buried any treasure? Well, he did. Yes sir, he truly did. And I’m the only one knows where it is.” Ignoring Tommy, I gazed off at the blue-gray horiz

By Warne Wilson Read by Kevin Harty Setting: Skies of World War 2 At nearby High Wycombe Air Base, in the blacked out mess hall, Air Commodore Waldron cast a weary eye over his assembled aircrews. He recognised the signs of fatigue in them. Heightened l

By Laird Long Read by Shawn Robertson When Henry Hudson was told that John Williams had been found in the bush, dead, he finally began to give some thought to just how bad things really were, and how bad they could yet get. His ship, the Discovery, was