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Initial Newsletter Improvements to The Pulpist! After using various sites with many features over the past few years, I've come to the conclusion I need to simplify my Internet world. Thus, I've landed upon Kit. This new site allows me to continue my newsletters with free and paid subscribers. It also allows me to market my books/comics (in both ebook and hard copy form) at the same time. Everything about my stories, illustrations, novels, and other work are available in one place. The...

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...

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...

I hate cemeteries! Not that I buy into ghosts and that crap. No, graveyards have too many shadows. Too many places for the fuck ups of society to hide. Darkness hides the bastards who can ambush you. Shadows can kill you. That’s why I’m slowly took my time, hustling from one headstone to the next. Then, I listen. The footsteps start again, and I trace the path of the suspect. So, I slip through the shadows and follow him. My goal is to keep my presence like a ghost, unseen and unheard....

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,...

“Curse these blasted fools; we’re here for gold!” Captain Blackbane stepped inside a long hallway with two of his loyal mates. It was the height of the devil’s hour. His face darkened at the scene inside the Convent of Santa Clara. Some of his notorious band of cutthroats ignored his orders. Like wolves, the Diano Marina men descended upon the nuns, already drunk with wine found at a nearby monastery. The screams of women and the lewd catcalls of the sailors hit him like a blast of foul air....

You’ll find this story expands upon the original comic story by me. “I’m so thirsty,” the knight mumbled to himself. As he limped along the narrow trail amid the dark forest, the weary man looked ahead. The pines appeared unusual, with their limbs pointed upward over the trail. Majestic and inspiring, with the light of the dying sun peaking through the dull gray sky. It gave him the same sense of holiness he remembered from the cathedral. Wait, what was the name of that holy place? The knight...

Issue #1 Encounter For our VIP Subscribers: The campfire flickered in the dusk as the small party gathered around it tried to make sense of their day. An acute uneasiness filled the air while one man smoked a cigar watching the two women sitting between two other men. The glow from the fire revealed glances of concern as they nibbled on high-energy bars from the emergency backpack. A splashing murmur from a nearby creek sounded over the snips and cracks of the campfire. “A week, damn it!...