The Pulpist

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God, help me! My lungs burned as I blindly turned down another dark alley. Groaning at the pain in my throat, I put my hand up by my neck and felt the slick wetness. Did they stab me? Immediately, the thought exploded, replaced by the agony that filled my shin. Clamping down with my teeth to suppress the howl inside me, I grabbed the spot on my leg that struck something in the darkness. My stumbling fall slammed me against the edge of a heavy table. I’m on my knees, winded when my hand landed...

Chapter 2 A young red-haired woman stood in front of a hairy, bare-chested guy in the middle of a dark forest. I watched this scene, trying to figure out what’s really happening while hearing a name from a fairy tale. A memory of a book came to me. She can’t be Red Riding Hood. In what kind of twisted place am I? A brief urge inside me wanted to stand up and let loose a maniacal scream at the surrounding insanity. However, that idea stopped when the man dropped his pants while reaching for...

A light fog swirled around the legs of the stranger as he approached a silent shadow standing at the end of the pier. Amid the dim glow of the yellow lights overhead, Warren saw a feminine form wearing a dark fur stole draped over her shoulders. Her tight gray dress showed off a long and lean figure as he drank in the pleasant sight. He shook his head while reminding himself to focus. The man was closer to figuring out an escape. She carried the answer to a riddle. He desperately needed to...

Chapter 2 The sound of footsteps grabbed his attention as he heard a steady thud of leather soles on wood. Gradually the sound got louder, causing him to put his hand over his face as he tried to forget a pounding headache enveloping him. Then, the rhythmic plodding passed outside, and Warren caught the faint aroma of bacon waft by. His eyes still closed; the man shifted his thoughts back to his new film performance. He could smell perfume, but it differed from the fragrance that was worn by...

Chapter 6 He stood there, still holding the chair for a moment, before he slowly dropped it to the deck. His hands shook with adrenaline as he fought to regain control. Growing up, he had dealt with bullies, so he knew how to defend himself. But that brute would be a problem. Warren realized he had surprised Harry this time. He would have to watch his back. Warren glanced at a shadow cast by a person standing by the porthole across the room. Carefully, he moved closer to the opening, and he...

Once a serene shoreline, the coast was now in chaos. Angry waves crashed onto the beach with a fierce determination, only to retreat back into the tumultuous ocean. The once-peaceful wooden boardwalks trembled and occasionally splintered under the powerful winds. The heavy rain flooded nearby streets, turning the area into a watery mess. As night fell, the storm continued its ruthless attack, causing even the sturdiest beachfront buildings to quake. The wind howled like a savage creature,...

Author’s Note: This is a webnovel. First 10 chapters are free to all subscribers. After that, you can access the ongoing chapters plus receive access to the digital file at the end of each arc by becoming a paid subscriber. Introduction Everything started the day after a woman and her thugs used me as a punching bag in a dark alley. If you’re thinking that I woke in some medieval-like fantasy world after they got through, you can’t be further from the truth. There are no castles, dungeons,...

Getting outside of the building changed nothing. After I exited through a glass and wood front door, I’m standing in the middle of even more weird shit. The street in front of me is the first thing I see, along with cars and trucks out past the sidewalk. Sounds pretty much normal until you notice that every car and truck is a damn antique. I mean freaking big cars that have really rounded fenders and lots of chrome shining in the sunlight. I walked up to the curb and actually touched the blue...