Brought to you by http://skinner.fm, Flash Pulp is an experiment in broadcasting fresh pulp stories in the modern age - five to ten minutes of fiction brought to you Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays.
A recurring cast of characters appear in both one off and serial tales, - classically styled weird, fantasy and adventure stories, for your eyes or podcast feed.
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To round off our week we have a tale a little longer than normal, a telling chapter in the checkered history of Mulligan Smith. In this evening's episode, the P.I. finds himself explaining...
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Tonight marks the first appearance of what will likely become a regularly occurring member of the Flash Pulp cast, Thomas Blackhall, as well as the first time we've presented a multi-part...
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Tonight we present the penultimate episode in our current serial, in which Thomas Blackhall, tired, injured and having gone for days without sleep, begins to see an end to his labours.
Tonight we present a tale of science fiction, originally published at 365Tomorrows.com. It's a story of high level corporate maneuvering in a not so terribly distant future, a story which opens with a simple question of identity.
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Tonight we introduce a new character to the line up, Joe Monk, Emperor Of Space. In this episode we see some of Joe's humble beginnings, in a time before his ascension to the throne.
Tonight we present the first entry in a new tale of Thomas Blackhall, frontiersman and occasional student of the occult. Our story begins after the witching hour, in a small town in the Dalhousie district.
Tonight we introduce a new serialization to our line up, a chronological tale of a time after the collapse of civilization - a journal falling under the name of Ruby Departed. In this first entry, our hero, Ruby, weighs some of the decisions she has made.
Tonight we begin a three part serial featuring master frontiersman, and student of the occult, Thomas Blackhall. In this opening chapter, we find our hero already in the process of being accosted with troubles not of his making.
In this, the second chapter of our current serialization, Private Investigator Mulligan Smith makes unpleasant headway in his search for the French child he last saw being carried away from a public library.
Tonight we present the first entry in another arc straight from the pages of Ruby’s travel log. In this chapter, our heroine attempts to track down the source of the mysterious smoke she has repeatedly witnessed during her post-apocalyptic journey.
We open tonight on a scene many years before the strange burial of Dr. Rasputin Phantasm, as master frontiersman, and student of the occult, Thomas Blackhall, lends an odd sort of assistance to one Declan Callahan.
Next week we’ll return with our usual tales of fisticuffs and the occult, but, tonight, we present The Haunted Mixtape, a folk tale of suspect origin. To find out more regarding this supernatural album, visit http://wiki.flashpulp.com
Hello, and welcome to FlashCast 37, brought to you by @rharron - prepare yourself for U.N.C.L.E., Wifi sickness, Qwikster, romantic Ultimate Fighting Championship, Stealing Niven, and the return of Ruby.
Tonight, as Skinner Co’s lead narrator has found her throat infected with a terrible burning, we briefly interrupt our current Thomas Blackhall tale to bring you a short urban legend concerning the culture barrier.
Unfortunately, due to a major hardware failure at Skinner Co. headquarters, we will be unable to provide you with tonight’s scheduled Ruby Departed episode. Instead, with many thanks to the always listening Threedayfish, we present a tale of unnatural a
Tonight, we find Joe Monk in an age well before his ascension to the throne, while he was still yet learning to handle diplomacy. Consider this episode Skinner Co.’s tonic to last week’s entry, Lingering. You’re welcome. Sort of.
Tonight we open on a family in turmoil, the Dukes. What has driven the son, Tory, to sickness and silence? What has driven the father, Rufus, to near madness? Only one private investigator, Mulligan Smith, truly knows.
Tonight, a member of our band of online detectives finishes his search through the databases made available by leaked Bush-era Internet wiretapping, and arrives at some unpleasant, and homicidal, conclusions.
We found tonight’s tale – the second part of Bunny Davis’ cowboy adventure – on our doorstep wrapped in a chrono blanket and mewling for a microphone. We can only assume such a fantastic gift is the work of Rich the Time Traveller. Many thanks, s
Tonight’s tale is one of true horror ripped from the headlines, and is entirely not intended for children, nor the squeamish. We ask only that you finish the story before you begin writing your angry letters.
I first heard this s tune while watching Weeds. Many covered it for the show's intro, but I always preferred the original. So I covered it. Her version remains my favourite, but it was fun trying.
"My mother and father were driving South from...
Tonight we move briefly into the future, where code monkey Arturo Proto will receive an unexpected visit from musician, and goblin king, David Bowie. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious though any resemblance to real David Bowies, living
Tonight we bring you a tale of the Collective Detective, the loose band of online detectives who mine the depths of the accidentally leaked NSA archives to solve long cold crimes. In this episode we find Bug Byte, editor and film buff, taking in a digital
Tonight’s tale was penned by our very own Gibraltar of Sub-Basement Three! We deeply appreciate his efforts in these hard times of temporal wormholes and invasions from parallel dimensions. Many thanks, sir, for holding those gates shut. Now, join us i
Tonight we join the Irregular Division - currently consisting of Ms. Atlas, cybernetically modified wonder of the American military, and Head, occasional thief and government contractor - as they take an unlikely journey across Britannia’s decaying coun
Though belated due to an accidental release by Skinner Co.’s Bio-Weapons Research and Development Department - a leak that, for legal reasons, we assure you is entirely and most definitely under control - tonight we present a holiday tale as penned by a
Tonight we join a prodigal daughter - but one member of the loose collection of electronic investigators that make up the Collective Detective - as she stands at the edge of a number of digital graves.
Tonight we return to the near future, where the founding members of the Irregular Division - Milo Smith, AKA Head, the corporate thief with his brain hooked into a prototype computer interface, and Jennifer Glat, AKA Ms. Atlas, a military lifer whose body
Tonight, as Ruby prepares herself for her final encounters with the stumbling dead, we bring you a time capsule in the form of a story - the tale of another sort of stumbler, and this one is entirely true.
Tonight, Harm Carter and his new traveling companion, Hamlet the Great Dane, face the perils of the paranoia-inducing plague that is Hitchcock’s while learning the true price of movement in such murder-hungry lands.
This is how I heard the story, and I’ve got good reason to believe it – which I’ll get to. It starts with five kids running across town – this town, Jackfish – or, at least, the town that once stood here.
“Do you think Dad will be okay?” Ester had asked, and Monica and Haaken were quick to assure her he’d be fine, then they’d offered up a blackboard game of Tic-Tac-Toe to keep her mind from the blood they’d all witnessed on the sand.
The rum was doing an excellent job of warming her against the chill of the lake breeze. Somewhere in the darkness, down where the lapping water worked at an embankment overrun with grasses, a bullfrog began to croon a long and low note.
If he’d awoken in the middle of the night and stumbled across the scene it might have seemed peaceful, but there was something unnerving at the lack of lit windows beyond the railroad tracks. The glass panes now seemed to stare him down, sockets without
It was tempting to trade off the spear for a bit - tempting to hand it to Calvin and let him hunch in wait, but the thought was tempered by her memory of the monster; of its face split and its slabs of fangs exposed.