Est. November 2009
The pulp, the whole pulp and nothing but the pulp
Jeff Berkwits
Imagine a world without pulp heroes: A realm devoid of legendary detectives like Philip Marlowe, Sam Spade and The Shadow. Missing such adventure idols as Doc Savage, The Avenger and Tarzan. Lacking legendary sci-fi stars like Buck Rogers, Ole Doc Methuselah and Captain Future.
Daren Dean
Epilogue
At twilight Merle held the warm boy in his lap on the swing until the child could contain himself no longer and threw himself off the porch and into the yard to chase fireflies.
Daren Dean
Troy
He sat on the edge of the bed in the motel room drinking a beer from a little Styrofoam cooler full of ice he had picked up at a little grocery store just off the highway. The trees here were different. The plants looked like they were made out of rubber to Troy.
Daren Dean
Royal
They began to call him The Boy of God throughout Kingdom County. Theron Beecher told him his own daddy had been a preacher too and he took to driving Royal to nursing homes, hospitals, prayer meetings, and Church services of various denominations from Baptists, Church of Christ, Assembly of God, Holiness, Presbyterians, Episcopalians and Catholics, and Methodists, and a host of unaffiliated Churches that believed in the power of the Holy Ghost.
Daren Dean
Ruby
When they arrived just outside Baton Rouge, Ruby told Jesse and Cyrus to stop at a low-roofed joint with a long row of bikes parked out front. Before Cyrus could get in the front door a man came out in a leather jacket and motorcycle boots to tell them to leave.
Daren Dean
Troy
Troy thought about Merle as he was driving down through the Lake of the Ozarks. Traffic was not bad since it wasn’t exactly tourist season yet. The two lane blacktop needed to be widened especially when summer hit.
Daren Dean
Royal
In the beginning, Royal had started out just handing folks leaflets about the not so subtle juxtaposition of hellfire and judgment, and the true need for repentance in the literature, and a body couldn’t do no better than to stand next to a blind old man if he figured on passing out his share of booklets.
Daren Dean
Troy
Thunder and lightning put on an act outside the picture window in the living room. The television blew during the news. He went outside and watched the sky light up, photoelectric. Troy always felt energized during the spring thunderstorms.
Daren Dean
Ruby
Air bubbles like rosary beads jogged in the whiskey bottle as Cyrus drank from it. Ruby refused to allow Jessie to drink a thing stronger than beer since he was the one driving. He drove better when he was drinking beer anyway. A lot of alcoholics she knew said they drove better drunk, but Jessie was one who actually did.
Daren Dean
Troy
There were many a grand destination Troy Scofield meditated on while in prison, but he had not divined he would find himself at the big white house on Court Street. It was a grand two story affair, a front lawn with carefully trimmed and dapper grass like a putting green. Over to the side of the house was an awning more for appearance than utility where honeysuckle vines grew up the white trellis.
