ShinyQuest, by Julia Watson. Episode 2

Rough hands roused Mags from a restless sleep. It was pitch black all around her and she was nestled deep into something delightfully scratchy-soft. She inhaled to get her bearings, letting her keen nose tell her where she was. It smelled of damp straw and mold here, and cold, ancient stone.

Bergdorf and Associates, by Thomas C. Mavroudis. Episode 5

Sunday. Penny and the twins go to church, which gives me at least two hours to figure things out. I go to the furnace room for a pair of scissors and cut the bloody sleeves from yesterday’s shirt. I linger, waiting for Bergdorf.

ShinyQuest, by Julia Watson. Episode 1

Tulip Dreadyowl of the Horntooth goblin clan watched the snuffler take another heedless step towards the trap her hunting party had laid for it. Its piggy eyes were focused on the ground, its long, prehensile snout rooting in the mud for crawlers. Just one step further into the curly fenfronds and they’d have it. About…

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 4

Three towns in less than two weeks. Francine had only been with the carnival for a short while, but this seemed unusual, even to her. They usually stayed most of a week, setting up Wednesday or Thursday for a weekend stay.

Some kind of holiday story? By Lucio Rodriguez

 Happy Holidays from all of us at Saturday Morning Serial. We’ve got some new things brewing for 2017 that we’re really excited about. Until then, there’s an extra Saturday in December, so we decided to fill it with…a thing:  I’ve been a fan of The Spiel podcast (TheSpiel.net) for nearly a decade now. It’s hosts,…

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 3

The coat was new. New to Gaspard anyway. Clean lines that hung well on him. Sharp lapels. Brown. The same brown as the dirt, the sky, and the last twenty towns they passed through. Absolutely uncomfortable—at least his balls fit in the pockets.

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 2

Francine turned the corner from the mess, walked out past the living quarters toward the back yard. The trucks and trailers here were well-used, even the recently painted trailers were faded and chipping with sun and travel. The posters mounted on their sides were brittle.

Saturday Morning CPR, musings by Tom Mavroudis

There used to be a weekly magazine called TV Guide. Yes, an iteration of it still exists, but the periodical’s practical function is long gone. It was perfectly simple in both function and form: in addition to a couple of television related features, the compact digest helped viewers plan their entertainment schedule. It was a…