Mirta; artist, Floridian, and all-around great person has been a friend of the pulps for about as long as we’ve been calling ourselves American Pulps. So, it was kind of a no-brainer to make her our first Miss Mayhem. And because she’s our resident spooky girl, we figured the October […]
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By: Joachim Forman If there was such a thing as a compassionate American, Augustin “Gus” Mbuyu had never met one. According to U.S. law, Gus was not a slave. After all, slavery had been illegal for forty years, and The Majestic Big Top Circus maintained that he was always free […]
By: P.A. O’Neil When Maurice found out Jon got laid off he was shaken up. Not because he liked Jon as a person — Jon actually annoyed the hell out of Maurice — but because Jon was so good at his job. If Jon was on the chopping block, none […]
By: Bruce Norwich Torrential pearls of angel piss beat a steady rhythm on the Jaybird Diner. This ancient eatery was nestled in the bosom of Matanza, Florida. Matanza wasn’t really a town. It was more like a stain between two nowheres that wouldn’t wash out, no matter how hard it […]
By: P.A. O’Neil The Body The dead man’s apartment was small and spartan. It was masculine but only so because it was a mess. A building across the street blocked out the sun giving the whole place a mancave vibe. The distinct smell of cordite wafted through the dingy studio […]