Hi, and welcome to Pulp Decameron. Pulp Decameron is a creative writing journal for Philip Sandifer. This first entry is the table of contents. If you want the latest story, just scroll past it.

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I climbed the mountain to prove my love to you. But the monestary at the top was so inviting.

They tell me I should give up worldly attachments. That they cause suffering.

They don't ask me to have sex with their goats.

"Sir, you can't bring that water bottle on the plane."

"It's not a water bottle. It's prescription medicine for my poisonous snake."

After she moved on, I gathered up all of my dog's heartworm medication. I wasn't trying to OD. I just wanted to make sure I'd never hurt that way again.

I will write a pulp today.

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Someone suggested we meet every crime with a just response. We discussed the idea, to get at its heart. This would not be the measured justices of imprisonment and reform, which are not so much justice as social reform masquerading as justice. Nor the flacidness of "an eye for an eye,' which suggests that justice is nothing more than reciprocity. ( Read more... )

On paper, it sounded perfect. Infinite lives. The ability to live forever, no matter what.

In practice, he found it quite the opposite. An eternity spent running up to the edge of the cliff and jumping. An eternity of never quite making it. Infinite lives, he realized, came at the price of infinite deaths.

"Open your heart to me," she said. But it didn't seem like a good idea if she wasn't willing to do the same.

Because love's like a game of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Only with scalpels. And under general anesthesia.

When I went into class, the quad was full of picketers, arranged into groups and angrily shouting at each other. I paused to read some of the signs: "Wherever we stand, we stand with Israel" on one side, and "Stop the genocide" on the other. Uncomfortable as I was with every position offered, I went inside ( Read more... )

Anybody can become king of the jungle gym by pushing other people off.

It takes a special sort to become king of the jungle gym by electrifying it.