PseudoScott

@pseudoscott.bsky.social

he/him writer/director/actor at the http://MickeeFaust.com assistant editor at http://Pseudopod.org

The portal is open! 🕳️ We want horror stories up to 6,000 words, including flash. Originals and reprints. We pay $0.08 per word. Simultaneous submissions are accepted so long as you keep us informed. More details on our website (below).

The portal opens tomorrow… are you ready? We want horror stories up to 6,000 words, including flash. Originals and reprints. We pay $0.08 per word. Simultaneous submissions are accepted so long as you keep us informed. More details on our website (below).

“When the trees start to smell sharp and crisp, I know The Dead Things are coming.” The Song of the Living by Tonja K. Johnson Narrator: Cherrae L. Stuart Host and Audio Producer: Graeme Dunlop pseudopod.org/2026/07/24/p... C/W: harm to animals

PseudoPod 1039: The Song of the Living

When the trees start to smell sharp and crisp, I know The Dead Things are coming. That warning scent perfumes the air now. The fading summer gale bellows over a field of rolling wheat.

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“Listen, I could still stretch half you pups if I felt like it.” Red Ripper by Gordon Grice Narrator: Tony Sarrecchia Host: Alasdair Stuart Audio: Graeme Dunlop pseudopod.org/2026/07/17/p... C/W: reference to alcohol and drug abuse This story is a PseudoPod original

PseudoPod 1038: Red Ripper

Listen, I could still stretch half you pups if I felt like it. Sit down and learn something about the business. Did I ever tell you about the Red Ripper? I got a special reason for telling about him…

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“Dina had never seen her dad cry until the day he left.” Playing Tricks by Angela Sylvaine Narrator: Laura Pearlman Host: Scott Campbell Audio Producer: Graeme Dunlop pseudopod.org/2026/07/10/p... C/W: mental illness, gaslighting, child abuse

PseudoPod 1037: Playing Tricks

Dina had never seen her dad cry until the day he left. His face was puffy and wet with tears when he leaned down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll see you soon, okay, Button?” Dina stared at the scarred wood…

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“Gray sheets of rain as the door bangs in, Willard and his men materializing in that opaque haze” A Greater Dark by M. Ian Bell Narrator: Kat Day Host & Audio production: Graeme Dunlop C/W: Xenophobia, gun violence, harm to animals This story is a PseudoPod original

PseudoPod 1036: A Greater Dark

Gray sheets of rain as the door bangs in, Willard and his men materializing in that opaque haze and shaking the wet from their long coats. They assess the room with eyes accustomed to staring.

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“Time spun in recursive loops since I died in a scream of metal and flame and asphalt on the Parthibanur State Highway” Interstate Mohinis by M. L. Krishnan Narrator: Suna Dasi Host: Alasdair Stuart Audio: Chelsea Davis This story was originally published in Diabolical Plots (June 2023)

PseudoPod 1035: Interstate Mohinis

In the way of Death runs the Vaitara?? river. We are flayed open to its woe. We are always aware of its currents in gurgling lungfuls of unease. Time spun in recursive loops since I died in a scream…

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Today is full of magics. You don’t need to read about others experiences, you don’t need to capture your own to share. Today, just bathe in it all. Harvest your own omens, revel in whatever blessings the day offers. Refuse to be part of the mediated spectacle. Find your own primal wonder. #Solstice

I never knew my father. He and my mom divorced when I was a baby and never really had contact with him or his family. I only really think about when I’m filling out medical forms and get to the family history. Wondering what lovely little time bombs my genetics have in store.