Pulp Noir

Smell. It’s always the beginning, and from that comes the name.

strands of her blond hair glued to the crimson line which ran from the side of her mouth

It isn’t any of our business if a family of gipsies gets in the way of a speeding car.

And he was the straight man because he pulled a long, straight razor out of the tuxedo’s pocket and walked up to the first comedian and slashed the man’s throat.

Another family wedding at Grandpa’s beach house, but this time Kenny wasn’t happy. He knew he’d still participate as always but this time he’d be picking up pieces of his broken heart along the way.

Why is this bugging me so much? That guy is just a bitter old crank. Clearly, why else would he give those kids names like that? I should’ve never gone out there.

Dead?
Thoughts jumped rapidly through his head. Synapses quickly pushed aside denial and were replaced by scenes that now made perfect sense to him.
Gibson slumped down into the nearest armchair and re…

The year Henry turned eleven, he was a happy child full of smiles and laughter, and his parents adored him.

Her husband was still snoring as the door rattled again loudly.

Gabe found himself across town as if it would matter. It wouldn’t. The bartender kept them coming and that was good enough. He looked out into the dimly lit street watching the rain. It fell wi…

They were dark suits and hats, and their eyes were covered by dark sunglasses even though they came in the night. I pushed my whiskey glass to one side and watched them approach me in the mirror behi…

Even after all these years I still feel trepidation and anxiety, as the circle darkens and those bright lights come up.

The night was as cold as a hooker’s heart. It was the kind of night that chilled you to the bone, trying desperately to shiver my gloveless fingers right off my hand. I stood under that lamppost for …

A flickering light fills my mind, red and powerful, and hungry.

Everywhere it smells like burning garbage and there are only fading memories of the once teeming human millions…

Poisons are bad, mmkay?

It happens to all of us. You wake up one night and in the pitch dark you are terrified.

One of these days, Jake would skydive. She sat huddled over her work contemplating how she would be able to complete this wish. She had two years left on Mars, two years of five. She smiled at the re…