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.

Kamigoe by Paul McQuade

Kamikado

by Yukio Sakaguchi

translated by Alexander Ewing

Preface

The following is a translation of an article by missing journalist Yukio Sakaguchi, who set off on holiday with his twin daughters four years ago and has not been seen since. It Continue reading Kamigoe by Paul McQuade

Love Letter To David Lynch by Christopher Grant

The cigarette burns down to the knuckles on his right hand. He holds it between the ring and middle fingers. The pointer is fucking gone. Just fucking gone. All the way up to Continue reading Love Letter To David Lynch by Christopher Grant

“Do You Need a Lift?” by Michael Keenaghan

The best time is when the clubs kick out. Charge what you like. You might get people telling you to shove it, but five minutes later they’re back because the other drivers are Continue reading “Do You Need a Lift?” by Michael Keenaghan

Invisible No’s by Meghan Coleman

If you always say yes, then nothing is absolute.

She was sure she’d get away once she boarded the plane, but she never says no: growing more invisible with each concession, less complete with every false surrender…

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Unchained by Richard Godwin

The links sparkled on her bracelet as she set the ruby in her navel.

Always wear the ruby in the navel, she used to say.

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Crimson Dalliance by Clara Brown

The hooked carcass swayed in my kitchen door frame as I tore at each tendon with my antique J. Russell butcher knife. Blood gushed to the floor and pooled like glass Continue reading Crimson Dalliance by Clara Brown

Army Of Evil by Sara Knight

As the silver coin spun rapidly through the air, Fr. John watched with bated breath.

Head’s or tail’s to decide his fate.

The coin slows.

Stops.

Falls.

The devil fires out a horrid Continue reading Army Of Evil by Sara Knight

Symbiosis by Bellakentuky

The first time I laid eyes on her; I had just robbed a liquor store and gunned down two people in cold blood. As I trotted out the front door, I had a wad of twenties in my hand, and a smoldering .38 stuck into my belt, and there she was, leaning against the trunk of my new Lexus puffing on a cigarette like a prom queen on meth.

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Scarecrow by Jack Bristow

We stood in Ned the Butcher’s shop, Boon and me. Together

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The Dog Who Shat Against the Wall by Jack Bates

Jenny packed her smokes against the heel of her hand. The old bitch was down there again, her Pomeranian on its leash and taking a shit by the brick wall that was probably painted once upon a time a bright peach color but now looked like the color the Pennsylvania crayon company once called ‘flesh’.
Eric, her companion du jour, asked her, “What the fuck do you care about the old lady’s dog?”