The Death’s Head Meteor
A compact 1929 space-and-meteor pulp story by Neil R. Jones.
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Current Calls
The Outpost had a semi open call. RIght now we have the following recomendations Tales of the Shamrock and Thistle — Celtic myth, folklore, and Celtic-themed fantasy. Weird West — science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, steampunk, etc. in the Old West. Midnight Blood — vampire fiction. This one is definitely active; the Outpost inbox has received…
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It’s Alive!!
The outpost is back. We are proud to be a part of the secon golden age or pulp. We will be running Pulp Classics- stories from the golden age of pulp. Astounding Discoveries- We will post links to original videos we find on youtube and other platforms. Reader submissons from the internet and more.
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Five Miles to Perdition: A Young Pete Story
A Young Pete Western-pulp story by Henry Herbert Knibbs.
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Carrie Starr and The Rings Of Death
A strange buzzing pierced her ears as Carrie slightly opened her eyes. A disembodied voice said, “Great, you’re awake. Let’s get you ready for your match.” “I must have taken too many pain pills last night, I don’t remember the bus ride to Philly.” “Philly? Doc, give her another stimulant. She’s still wasted from the…
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Crash on Delivery Chapter 8
Of course the war had to go on despite the quest of the missing Jerry marks. All the next day the Ninth Pursuit went about its chores in the ozone over Europe and were elated with results. Up to four in the afternoon Garrity’s outfit had knocked off three Drachen hot air weenies, a Rumpler,…
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Crash on Delivery Chapter 7
Forty-eight hours after Phineas Pinkham had returned from his momentous bat patrol adventure, a new flyer reported for duty at the drome of the Ninth Pursuit Squadron. He announced to Major Rufus Garrity that Lieutenant Clarence Devine was reporting for duty. A few moments after that formality was dispensed with, the C.O. brought the newcomer…
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Crash on Delivery Chapter 6
Thirty-six hours later Lieutenant Pinkham dropped off a truck near the drome of the Ninth and limped, sore of foot and weary, past a sentry on the edge of the tarmac. The Boonetown exponent of skulduggery had bundled up his flying coat and was carrying it via stick, hobo fashion. “Huh,” grunted the human watch…
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Crash on Delivery Chapter 5
The pilot from Boonetown now wended his way in the general direction of Bar-le-Duc. But three quarters of a mile of pounding his puppies against the rough terra firma of France was enough for Phineas. And so he tried for a lift, but an assortment of Yankee rolling stock passed him by without a tumble….
