Our third piece of audio fiction for March is “86, 87, 88, 89″ written by Genevieve Valentine and read by Kate Baker.

 

 Clarkesworld Magazine Issue 78 - 86, 87, 88, 89 by Genevieve Valentine [41:03m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (7624)

THE HOMELAND ARCHIVE WELCOMES YOU
You are part of a vital effort to recover evidence of terrorist activity preceding the Raids, and on a larger scale, to preserve the heritage of a historic neighborhood of New York City.
The Archive Division of the Greater New York Municipal Safety Authority has received a generous grant from Central to [...]

Our first piece of audio fiction for October is “A Bead of Jasper, Four Small Stones” written by Genevieve Valentine and read by Kate Baker.

 

 Clarkesworld Magazine Issue 73 - A Bead of Jasper, Four Small Stones by Genevieve Valentine [40:17m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (10163)

There’s a cloud across Europa.
Every time Henry looks out at the flat, grey disc, he tries to think what you’re meant to think: We’re almost there, soon you can breathe, it’s nearly rain.
He tries.

Henry knows, every time he goes out on the ice in a crawler to fix a transmitter, that he’s driving over the [...]

The worst thing about being a sleeper embedded somewhere long-term was that inevitably, eventually, you started to care.
The worst thing about being embedded long-term as an administrator at the Svalbard Seed Vault was that when you inevitably started to care, you started to care about things like proper political geo-temperate arrangement of seeds, and there [...]

Our first piece of audio fiction for June is “Semiramis” written by Genevieve Valentine and read by Kate Baker.

 

 Clarkesworld Magazine Issue 57 - Semiramis by Genevieve Valentine [29:45m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (9801)

Our second piece of audio fiction for November is “Seeing” written by Genevieve Valentine and read by Kate Baker.

 

 Clarkesworld Magazine Issue 50 - Seeing by Genevieve Valentine [36:13m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (16185)

After it was over, they pulled her from the sea.
Even as they lifted her into the rescue boat she was saying, "No, no; we could have made it."
She was cradling the hand the Captain broke.

The first time Marika saw the night sky, she was terrified.
(Strange she wasn’t terrified sooner. [...]

The first day of fifth year a boy came in with the new eyeshields, a glossy expanse of black with no iris or pupil, and looking at him was like looking into an eclipse.
All the other girls said it made them uncomfortable; they teased him to take them out, to put [...]