Closing off the decade, Schlock presents a whole Issue dedicated to one of the most enduring staples of popular culture – the Western! There’s rough ‘n ready stories of death at high noon, amusing send-ups of the genre and everything that falls in between. Rich and familiar tales meet fresh approaches, tailored with Schlock’s wild
Year: 2010
Closing off the decade, Schlock presents a whole Issue dedicated to one of the most enduring staples of popular culture – the Western! There’s rough ‘n ready stories of death at high noon, amusing send-ups of the genre and everything that falls in between. Rich and familiar tales meet fresh approaches, tailored with Schlock’s wild
Gone are the days of the simple, weather-beaten solitary son-of-a-whore riding on a brown-dappled mangy horse towards a fiery red sunset. Or the tense showdown between two dirty and unkempt gunslingers, with the brutal sun beating on itchy fingers, gleaming Colts and extreme close-ups. The prosperous brothels full of ugly men and beautiful women, cuspidors,
One white stocking slipping below a shapely knee and a silken gown tied hastily at the waist, she stretches a daintily slippered foot into the night and kisses the cool air, pouting red lips prettily as the smoke writhes before her, and then dissipates. The music has come to a sudden stop. Her eyes widen
On the first day of Samhain, my true love sent to me A song book and a zombie. On the second day of Samhain, my true love sent to me Assassin Santa, A song book and a zombie. On the third day of Samhain, my true love sent to me Dubious greetings, Assassin Santa, A
Our cruel Gentleswine, for so I have named him in my heart, has finished with the priest. The mind in that body, now still and gone between the pews, must have shared a history with him. But the indifference remains – no, even more than that – you could say that the dismissal was complete.
In which our heroine, ever so polite, but more than this, ever so dependent on the roofs of others, is clad in fashions most unsuited to her spirit… Though Millie still threw the occasional cautionary look over her shoulder, she distracted herself by sitting at her writing desk with Imago. Her attention was only aroused
Continued from the previous installment, Part V: The Chase (in which our heroine visits the Strange Physician) – “It’s him!” Dr. Millie Fethermann beamed like a child and pointed to the closed window. – “You only need to see him! Then you’ll understand!” Even to the Strange Physician, she must have, at that very moment,
In which our heroine receives an uninvited advance… The Hartsbinder Estate seemed even bleaker today. Daily custom had once been enough to varnish Millie’s longing with a surface of boredom and modest expectation. But there were also a few quiet sighs, breathed as one went about one’s day, which had, like a magic counter-cure, sufficed
You will recall, dear reader, one young Eureka, whom we left after Imago the raven had plucked out her eye. This is her story, or rather, how it begins…. Miss Eureka Deveraux went through life without a name until she was at least eight years old, or so run the rumours among the young men