Sentinel High is full of cliques, gangs, jocks, elitists, druggists and those they prey upon . . . mostly misfits like me. Not much has changed, even with the advent of all this PC business, antidiscrimination rules of various sorts—it’s all been driven Continue reading The Chimera by Stephen Winter
Billy came back this morning. Came in through the back door and put a fillet knife between Bobby’s ribs and right through his lung like you kill a pig. He was washing dishes at the sink after breakfast. I found him on the floor. Lorell was sitting at the table the whole time. Her belly was fat cause she thought she was pregnant – nine months along, she said. Wasn’t nothing in there but crazy. She’d more likely Continue reading There Was No One There By Marc E. Fitch
by Mav Skye
Erin Cole is a dark, mischievous writer. She plants stars in your eyes while sewing midnight into your soul. I read everything she puts outs, always anxious to unlock the mysteries woven through her work. She kindly joins me today at Pulp Metal Magazine to talk about her latest release FERAL THINGS from Damnation Books.
By Mav Skye
Psychopathy. Scientists have been stumped and mystified about this condition for decades. The rules of the psychopath game are constantly changing, making it easier than ever for the predator to prey on the naïve. And to make matters worse, Hollywood’s fascination with sensational psychos and its lack of interest in facts has led to a plethora of misconceptions on the subject.
*Read by Basil Ripley* Continue reading Listen by Cal Lumney
Blondie smashed Roxy with a pumpkin, a plump, orange, glorious pumpkin as round and vivacious as the moon was full. She smashed Roxy with the pumpkin’s thick stem straight through one of her blue eyes, and then through the other, over and over and over, until blood streamed and steamed into the frosty grass.
“Hooray!” cried Blondie, swiping her blond hair back. She punched her small fists at the moon. Continue reading Smashing Roxy by Mav Skye
The day before yesterday, I choked Rebecca Hensley to death. Her hand-scan monitor was alerting like crazy, which really adds to the thrill, but just before it sent out the imminent death alarm I put a black market cleaver through her forearm. The alarm sounds and ME-Drones launch from rooftops and that is the moment when the Continue reading These Two Hands by Marc E. Fitch