This is Chapter 2 of my serialized pulp fiction story. I'm a bit hungover on this pass through. I apologize for nothing. Chapter 1 is here . This episode was brought to you by the nefarious curator of The Pulp Fiction Bookstore. Chapter 2 Dragon in the Guilt Sewer As I stood with a convict's... Continue Reading →
serial pulp fiction: THE ROCKFORD FILES YEARS
Drunk typist note: I'm going to attempt a pulp fiction story that mixes my Irish Catholic Drunkard's Guilt with a horror and crime story you might purchase at The Pulp Fiction Bookstore. None of these chapters will have more than two drafts so I hope you don't mind it not being too polished. This story... Continue Reading →
THE BLOOD CALL by Georges Surdez: Booze is thicker than water
Have we had enough of climbing the walls of our houses, apartments, condos, trailers or whatever the fuck kind of domicile we have been holed up in lately? Are the metaphorical muscles in our figurative arms and legs burned out and exhausted? Why not go outside and get some fresh air? Well, I’m writing this... Continue Reading →
RUSSIAN ROULETTE by Georges Surdez : This is a short story. Gunshot quick.
Russian Roulette is an extremely short story by pulp writer Georges Surdez. The tale is as brief as the muzzle flash from a revolver. One could probably finish reading it by the time a bullet is done bouncing around the insides of a man's skull, shredding the brain into oatmeal, after it enters through their temple. Russian... Continue Reading →
A Secret Communique From Mr. Pulp
I am obsessed with Tierra del Fuego. I also love maps and globes. I remember in grade school looking over at the standard public school issue globe on the bookshelves and noticing the southern tip of South America. It was a world away from my home on Long Island. I envisioned what it must be... Continue Reading →
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 