Here at Schlock HQ we thought it prudent to kick off the new decade at the very beginning. Our first quarterly of 2011 treats the theme of Prehistory, with a deliciously gaudy cover by guest artist Victor Roa and the usual mix of quality content. Schlock’s contributors have been busy exploiting the theme’s more pulpy
Author: DennisCarter
In which our heroine unwraps a most unwelcome and oppressive offering. You could have strung a thin ribbon right between their gazes, Millie and her Imago; they now turned towards that object which had so abruptly stunned their breath. “But”, thought Millie after all, “this box in the middle of the room is so small.”
In which our heroine, her taste having been wrongly spoken for by another’s tailor, dreadfully awaits the arrival of the most loathsome of companions. Imago could tell that Millie’s step and her tone – though not directed at his own body, at his face or at his occasional croak – gave off something different to
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
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
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,