Ghosts of Pulpline Past

While it has been some time since the last posting, Pulpline is not dead. Like a phoenix it is merely buried under its own ashes waiting to rise again.


We are thinking about how to better run the site, since it had some small problems, but we will be back in the new year in new form. So keep an eye here.

Born on the Fourth

As this week is a holiday week(end…more like a week but who knows really. Things are weird when you have a thursday off), things for the American contributors are a bit on the wonky side, so this is a skip week.

(In fact, things were so wonky for me I didn’t get a chance to properly get this down until now! I apologize).

We’ll be back next week with our global love of writing and anyone who reads it.


Horizon’s End

While we enjoy promoting our own material, Pulpline is about promoting good ideas, flat out.

If you’ve been reading Triptych, you know that Chris Delloiacono is a highly talented writer with a keen creative mind. He’s making the leap from digital to print with his project Horizon’s End, a 120-page graphic novel.

In the words of his Kickstarter, Horizon’s End is the story “of a teenage girl caught between the need to avenge her murdered loved ones and the sense of duty instilled in her by those who rescued her from a life of slavery.”

Did I say Kickstarter? I think so…yes, yes I did. You can find it here:

He’s already made some great progress, and if you want to contribute, you should. The project looks awesome and even sports former GL artist Darryl Banks, aka the other half of the amazing team that created Kyle Rayner! 

So take a look and put some cash towards it.


Case 01: Face to Face Pt I

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Five Weeks Earlier…

Late Night Scare

The wind rattled the windows something terrible, filling the house with a chattering chorus. Anne held the candle out before her as if it were an impenetrable shield. The professor often chastised her overly cautious nature, but she had heard stories. Her mother always said ‘there is truth even in the wildest of tales’. She liked to think her mother was telling a truth as well, even if it was a small one.

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Prologue: A Midnight Stroll

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Dim gas-light cast an un-natural glow upon the dark, cobbled streets, diffused by the thin fog that had settled down for the evening; a veil that refused to be parted. With a dedicated pace Godfrey Wolesley made his way down the street, his coat pulled close around him. Normally, nights like this were perfect for conducting business, but tonight he preferred a practice of a different kind. The clic-clak-clic-clak of his heels echoing on the cobbles carried into the air. To someone else, he must seem a specter, a distant presence ever moving but always there, just around the corner. The mere thought brought a thin, cruel smile to his lips.

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Week in Preview

So some of you may or may not have noticed that things were a bit rocky the last couple of weeks…so much so, that we had to take a break week last week. Some computers crashed, some people had exams, it was a whole hullabaloo of things going wrong. We’re trying to get back on track, so we’ll be putting out what we can this week to get things rolling again.

It’ll be a bunch of surprises as to what goes up. So keep your eyes peeled and see how our Grab-Bag of a week goes.