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Curl up and fall asleep to the world's greatest short stories, the known treasures and the once-forgotten, purred to you as only Miette can...

The Pool of the Stone God

Merritt, A.

October 30th, 2009 · 4 Comments

For those of you who will not be spending the weekend dressed scandalously and behaving just as badly, or scaring young children, or throwing personal hygiene product in the trees of your enemies, …

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The Lady of the House of Love

Carter, Angela

October 12th, 2007 · 2 Comments

Andrea was kind enough to suggest and supply a sufficiently Halloweeny bit of ghoulishness to reconcile the setback of temporary lack of access to mine own troves. In the hopes of exponentially increasing the sympathy factor, let it be known that in addition to being without books, the chief operating offices of Miette’s bedtime have been largely internet-free for the past weeks, in what would, under normal circumstances,

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The Yellow Wallpaper

Gilman, Charlotte Perkins

April 3rd, 2006 · 6 Comments

From over here, Evie says:

I would like to recommend “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. It has to be my favorite short story… no matter how many times I read it it still gives me the chills!

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It Had To Be Murder (part 2)

Woolrich, Cornell

February 20th, 2006 · 8 Comments

Yes, I have mighty big arms to give myself such a massive self-congratulatory bearhug, but, you know, I’m entitled, it’s my special day. And so, here are a couple of things I am considering for my next one hundred podcasts:

– podcast in Estonian
– serialise a novel (eh, a short one)

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It Had To Be Murder (part 1)

Woolrich, Cornell

February 20th, 2006 · 6 Comments

I began scheming for the one hundredth podcast several weeks ago, thinking that I’d gather all the voices that were most important to me, personally and podcastionally, share the wealth and spread the love, and, let’s be honest, go soak on a beach in a land where all the drinks are pink, while all my friends hang out in the trenches of pops and hisses.

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