Part four: The forest
A terrified witness contacts police. Revelations about a young woman’s murder force detectives to reconsider everything they thought they knew about the Deane Fuller-Sandys case.
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Part three: Good westie, bad westie
Gail Maney had a tough West Auckland upbringing, but she wasn’t a bad kid. Then in the 1990s she slid into a life of hard drugs, petty crime and prostitution. But does that really mean she’s a killer?
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Part two: The fisherman
For years, Deane Fuller-Sandys was thought to have drowned while fishing at Whatipu. But did police get it right when they later decided Deane was the Larnoch Road “body in the boot”?
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Gone fishing
Part one: The fire
Gail Maney has served 15 years in jail for ordering the 1989 murder of young Auckland tyre-fitter Deane Fuller-Sandys. But she says she never knew him. In fact, she thinks he wasn’t even murdered.
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David Graeber: why bullshit jobs are booming | RNZ
Do you feel like your job is making the world a better place? If not, you might be in what anthropologist David Graeber defines as a ‘bullshit job’ – "pointless but you have to pretend that it’s different". Graeber estimates nearly half of the working population feel like they’re in bullshit jobs, and a lot of souls are getting destroyed as a result.
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Ivory Towers | 11th Hour Audio Productions
Written by Richard H Brooks 1920s, Oxford. Students, Thomas and Roger, try to impress Agnes, a…
https://www.spreaker.com/user/audiodramanetwork/ivory-towers_1
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Unathi Battles the Black Hairballs: Lauren Beukes
Unathi Battles the Black Hairballs: Lauren Beukes
South Africa, F - 2016
Unathi was singing karaoke when the creature attacked Tokyo. Or rather, she was about to sing karaoke. Was, in fact, about to be the very first person in Shibuya’s Big Echo to break in the newly uploaded Britney hip-hop remix of the Spice Girls’ ‘Tell Me What You Want (What You Really Really Want)’.
http://www.drabblecast.org/2016/05/08/drabblecast-381-unathi-battles-black-hairballs/
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Wish You Were Here: Nadia Bulkin
Wish You Were Here: Nadia Bulkin
Indonesia, F - 2016
“Tell us a ghost story,” said one of the women, the pouty one, the one named Melissa. She was the nice, friendly one for now, the one asking questions, the one who wanted to stop at every little roadside fruit stall and pose next to every possibly rabid monkey, but Dimas knew this kind of tourist. Eventually, she was going to exhaust herself, and then—fueled by a high metabolism and the vengeance of unmet expectations—she was going to become his worst enemy. That was why he was counting on the other woman, Rose, to keep the group stable when they reached their breaking point, which was probably going to be on Day 3. He could already tell that both Melissa’s and Rose’s men would be useless.
For now, however, the tour was still in its “honeymoon” phase. Melissa was still excited, leaning out of the seatbelt that Dimas had forced her to buckle; Rose’s man Ben’s cellphone was still fully-charged, and Melissa’s man Josh was still full from breakfast, too. Rose was—well, it was hard to tell how she was, sitting in the back row and not having spoken the whole morning except to say that she and her husband had slept “fine.” So, Rose was fine.
“A ghost story, eh?” Dimas glanced over at his driver, Nyoman, who shrugged. “Well . . . here’s a story. An army unit is sent to a remote village in the middle of the jungle in order to move the villagers to a new settlement that’s, uh, less remote. They need the land for an army base. But the villagers have lived there for a hundred years, and even though the government offered to buy the land, many times, they always refused to go. So the army drives up to the village in the middle of the night. They go to the first house on the main road—nobody home. They go to the second house—nobody home there, either. Third house—”
http://www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/wish-you-were-here/
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The Magician and Laplace’s Demon: Tom Crosshill
The Magician and Laplace’s Demon: Tom Crosshill
Latvia, M - 2014
Across the void of space the last magician fled before me.
“Consider the Big Bang,” said Alicia Ochoa, the first magician I met. “Reality erupted from a single point. What’s more symmetrical than a point? Shouldn’t the universe be symmetrical too, and boring? But here we are, in a world interesting enough to permit you and me.”
A compact, resource-efficient body she had. Good muscle tone, a minimal accumulation of fat. A woman with control over her physical manifestation.
Not that it would help her. Ochoa slumped in her wicker chair, arms limp beside her. Head cast back as if to take in the view from this cliff-top—the traffic-clogged Malecón and the sea roiling with foam, and the evening clouds above.
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Runaway Cyclone: Jagadish Chandra Bose
Runaway Cyclone: Jagadish Chandra Bose
Bangladesh, M - 1921
A few years ago a supernatural event was observed which rocked the scientific communities of America and Europe. A number of articles were published in various scientific journals to explain the phenomenon. But till now no explanation of the event has been found satisfactory.
On 28 September the leading English daily of Calcutta1 published the following news received from Shimla: Shimla Meteorological Office, 27 September: A cyclone in the Bay of Bengal is imminent.2
On 29 September the aforementioned daily published the following news: Meteorological Office, Alipore: A tremendous cyclone is about to strike Bengal in two days. A Danger-Signal has been put up on Diamond Harbour.
On the 30th the news was extremely frightening: The Barometer fell two inches in the last half hour. By ten o’clock tomorrow Calcutta will face the worst and most dangerous cyclone in years.3
No one slept that night in Calcutta. The timorous souls stayed awake in fear of their uncertain future.
https://strangehorizons.podbean.com/e/runaway-cyclone-by-jagadish-chandra-bose-read-by-anaea-lay/
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