All posts by Jason Michel

The Dictator and Grand Poobah over at the irreverent PULP METAL MAGAZINE, Jason Michel has been turned on, tripped up and stumbled over all around the world on a self imposed exile. He is a hack purveyor of penny dreadfuls and flash nightmares of daytime who now lives in France. For his sins.

General Slaughter’s, Like, Revenge or Something by Melanie Browne

Denise never expected to find herself covered in camouflage holding her breath underwater in swamp water, but that’s exactly where she was. “Like, gross!” she says as she re-emerges from the muck and realizes her contact lenses are covered with swamp mud. She pulls herself out of the water and lies on her back trying to figure out how it is that she got herself in this Continue reading General Slaughter’s, Like, Revenge or Something by Melanie Browne

Lacrimosa by Katy O’Dowd

There was something magical about travelling through summer’s dusk.

She sat in companionable silence with him, enjoying his company. He had already started in on the bottle of gin and she knew that soon he would weep. But for now it was good. She felt none of the usual anticipation she usually had before a kill, and wasn’t sure why.

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ASBO Bambi by K. A. Laity

“She’s out,” Brookes said breathlessly as he ran into O’Malley’s bar that afternoon.

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Silver Lady by Paul D Brazill

There was a storm building inside Ray’s skull. Waiting to break. And it was all because Ray hadn’t seen her for over a week now. Twenty-seven days and seventeen hours, to be precise. And he was starting to wonder if he’d imagined her. Created some kind of wish fulfilment figure. His stomach cramped.

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Who’s The Dummy? by Charlie Coleman

“Dan, Dan, you uptight man, how does your garden grow? With no room for mushrooms, marijuana or peyote does your garden know it’s supposed to grow? Dan, every once and a while you just have to go to the john and smoke a joint. You strike me as the kind of guy who’s born with a tie on.”

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Ray Is Dead by Michael Keenaghan

When I got the call that Ray was dead, I was watching TV with my girlfriend of two years, Nicola. I hadn’t spoken to Ray in seven. Nicola had never heard of him.

“So the funeral’s tomorrow,” she said.

“Yeah.” I was still in shock.

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I Didn’t Say That, Did I? Bulman the Bulldog.

By Paul D Brazill

One of British television’s great creations, George Bulman first appeared on the small screen in 1976, in Granada Television’s hard edged crime series, The XYY Man, based on the books by Kenneth Royce. The XYY Man in question was a cat burglar called Spider Scott who was trying to go straight but regularly ended up getting caught in the MI5’s grubby web.

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Blacula, 1972

by Matt Dukes Jordan

Blacula, 1972

Directed by William Crain Starring William Marshall, Gordon Pinsent, Thalmus Rasulala, Vonetta McGee, and Denise Nicholas Blacula was released in 1972 to mixed reviews but ended up as one of the top grossing films that year with over a million dollars in ticket sales. It also launched a subgenre within the blaxploitation genre — the blaxploitation horror film.

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BLUE HIGHWAYS: Evening with a Junkie by robin postell

“What happened to your arm?” I ask. He mutters something indecipherable. I don’t bug him about it. A big bump on his forearm where he missed his mark, too lazy to belt it up, I reckon.

“What’d you do last night?” I ask.

“Methadone,” he says, “And cocaine.”

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Art by Gonzalo Canedo

Please allow me to introduce you to the mind-bending & magickal art of Gonzalo Canedo …