Far from the comforting warmth of daylight,
in a world cloaked in shadow,
our darkest and most primal fears fester,
waiting for the chance to consume us whole
as we lay awake, forever unable to sleep,
here in the midnight hour.
New Monologues and Dialogues Every Wednesday!
Play with yourself and others!
An absurd, twisted love affair!
I’VE GOT A RECEIPT!
Eldritch horror meets consumerism!
THE SOUND THAT NIGHT
A tragic romance meets a mysterious stranger.
The Pulp presents little slices of death and other whispers in the dark on the 1st and 15th of every month!
Audio adaptations of select bits and pieces!
THE NIGHTLY CHILL
Signals and Static from Santa Carla Public Radio.
Ebooks and Collections Eventually!
The chill of night brings with it a still darkness,
brings with it an alluring promise of peace.
Till the light of day warms your cold bones,
may your eyes never rest,
and may those little slices of death never come.