The snow crunches under their feet as they make their way to the arena. The lights from the stadium reflect off the mud colored slush that seeps into their boots. They appreciate the ironic and so they Continue reading The Crowd by Melanie Browne
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Feral Things : An interview with Erin Cole
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.
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The Three Stages of Bootsie Goldstein by Salvadore Ritchie
Bootsie Goldstein.
Fuck you Bootsie!
Who in the Western Hemisphere smuggles ivory? Who does that? Doesn’t matter. It’s over now. My poor crew. My crew of buccaneers was a tight machine of nimble little thieves. Over the years I built and worked Continue reading The Three Stages of Bootsie Goldstein by Salvadore Ritchie
The Astronaut by Elena Robidoux
We’re in bed, but I’m in outer space.
I’m in orbit.
Dirty Night by Jason Beech
I just love my football.
I don’t have enough skill to write a letter home, so I referee five-a-side games to enjoy it close-up. Some great players here. Dozens of teams running about side-by-side fields as if tonight’s games will influence the rest of their lives. I love their joy at the art they create with that round thing. But there’s always one or two out to muck it all up. Not by trying to stop others play – there’s room for that and Continue reading Dirty Night by Jason Beech
The Crimson Eyeball by Dr. Mel Waldman
A spoken word Bizarro piece.
Featuring the dulcet tones of The Dictator
CHRISTINA, DWAYNE, LARRY by Max Sheridan
I’d been going to Joyce at Super Cuts for about four months when Joyce quit and they hired Christina and I had to explain all over again how to cut my hair. I was losing it on top, but I didn’t like to put it that way and some haircutters will fill in the blanks for you so you don’t have to say it and embarrass yourself. You can be very self-deprecating. I told Christina she had a job cut out for her alright, Continue reading CHRISTINA, DWAYNE, LARRY by Max Sheridan
Listen by Cal Lumney
*Read by Basil Ripley* Continue reading Listen by Cal Lumney
Smashing Roxy by Mav Skye
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
These Two Hands by Marc E. Fitch
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
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