Weird Stories in the Classic Pulp Style!
Eight of the tales in this collection were submitted to the "WEIRD TALES CONTEST" here at WdC. Six of them—
* "Red of Hair and Claw"
* "The Lure of the Swamp Witch"
* "The Vineyard of Dagon"
* "The Forever Wife"
* "The Spotted Satan"
* "The Possessor of the Dead"
—took or shared top honors with other entries the month of their submission. My thanks to W. D. Wilcox for that contest, and for the inspiration to try my hand at this kind of thing.
Catch as Cats Can
May 11, 2019 at 1:25pm
"Felix," Mary said. She was looking out the window, and didn't turn as she addressed her mate. "I'm worried about Johnny." "There's nothing wrong with Johnny," Felix retorted. "Well, there's a first... [Read more]
A Day for Walking Forever
May 9, 2019 at 4:43pm
Two men were walking in the woods. One was tall and spare of frame. The other, though shorter, had the shoulders of a bull. They were wrapped in dark overcoats, buttoned to the chin, with soft gray hats pulled down to their brows. A thin carpet of re... [Read more]
A Merely Mechanical Sort of Appreciation
May 8, 2019 at 2:14pm
"Mozart is sunshine," Professor Michaelson declaimed. He lifted the wax vinyl disc with reverent hands over his brow so that the grooves caught and glinted in the morning light. One of the old Greeks, if chancing upon the tableaux, might have... [Read more]
A Nice Spread for Hummingbirds
May 7, 2019 at 3:56pm
"You like hummingbirds, Mr. McClatchy?" Quentin shaded his eyes and grinned across the sunny glade at their river guide. "Are you a bird fancier?" McClatchy glanced over, then went back to pouring a runny syrup into the plastic fee... [Read more]
"The Possessor of the Dead"
April 10, 2019 at 2:05am
Yes, gentlemen, I confess an acquaintance with Mr. William Elias Clarke. The tenor of that statement may surprise you, for am I not Mr. William Elias Clarke himself? When you look at me do you not see Mr. Clarke's face? Am I not composing this st... [Read more]
"The Very Devil to Prepare"
March 25, 2019 at 3:16pm
"There will be an extra place for dinner tonight, Matilda," said Mrs. Chilton, "and I want no backtalk about thirteen being an unlucky number." She bustled over to her writing desk. "Dr. Chilton has been planning this dinner since... [Read more]
"Not With Fire"
March 22, 2019 at 11:10am
"What are you wearing to the Baptism?" Peters asked Jacoby. He had to shout the question, for the crowded tavern was boisterously anticipating the parousia with a lot of drunken singing. "I was going to rent a tux, but if you—" ... [Read more]
"The Monster of the Prophecy"
March 18, 2019 at 1:13am
"Dear boy, let an expert relieve your mind," Professor Holmberg said with a boisterous laugh. He gestured expansively with his cigar and his snifter. "The answer is 'Odin'." Bevins grimaced. "I admit there's a resem... [Read more]
"Hamlet on a Broomstick"
March 17, 2019 at 12:45am
A frog! That's what I'll do, I'll turn him into a frog! Wasn't there an old fairy tale about a witch who—? No, wait, that wasn't a witch, it was a princess. And she found a frog, she didn't turn him into a fro... [Read more]
"The Spotted Satan"
March 9, 2019 at 12:11pm
Ruby red in the tropical night, the tiki torches flamed at the corners of the traders' hut; smoke fluttered off them like bats taking wing. Drums thundered distantly beyond the jungle's fringe. Crome—his bronzed features blurred by drink... [Read more]
"The Forever Wife"
February 12, 2019 at 2:35pm
"How can you do this?" Myra Richter snarled at her husband. She planted her feet in the doorway to his lab and bunched her tiny fists. "I'm your wife! You love me!" "My dearest," Dr. Reinhold Richter retorted, "that... [Read more]
"The Vineyard of Dagon"
February 1, 2019 at 10:27pm
May Heaven forgive the blasphemous testimony I am now compelled to give. I expect no mercy from this court of inquest; and my own legal counsel, after strenuously objecting to the statement I prepared, has resigned. I am on my own. I expect shortly t... [Read more]
"Death Takes the Wheel"
February 1, 2019 at 10:29pm
Death— Albert Patrick Death; "Bert" to his friends. —shivered inside his coat. A man with a name like "Death" doesn't have much luck, and this coat, lifted at a burger joint two miles back, had turned out to lack both bu... [Read more]
"The Devil's Bride"
February 1, 2019 at 10:29pm
Clark held his breath and forced a white grin onto his face as the cloaked-and-hooded Brethren pressed close and pawed at him. They better not make me put on one of those moth-eaten robes, he thought. Then, with more determination: First thing whe... [Read more]
"What's in the Trunk?"
February 21, 2018 at 1:20pm
"Your fifth wife's trousseau!" "Our newspaper's integrity!" "That wouldn't fill a thimble!" "Ali Baba's thieves!" "All forty?" "Sure! Munchkin sized!" "Alright, cut... [Read more]
February 1, 2019 at 11:25pm
"You know what they used to do on the Continent, Mulligan," I said, "when a man disgraced the uniform?" I turned the beer glass around a couple of times, and closed my eyes so I wouldn't see which way the handle ended up pointing.... [Read more]
"The Epicure's Return; Or, No Grave Can Hold Me!"
February 22, 2018 at 12:23pm
I had a beastly time of it, keeping the smile off my face during the funeral. But it was an open casket affair, and the undertaker hadn't set one on my lips. So I manfully refrained, though the obsequies were most amusing, especially when Henry t... [Read more]
"The Patient in Room 1313"
February 1, 2019 at 11:30pm
"Dr. Kircher is asking to take charge of the new patient," the orderly said as he thrust the clipboard at Dr. Murchison. "We have ten new patients a day," the hospital's new administrator retorted. He smiled as he spoke, though... [Read more]
"Home Is Where the Heart Rests"
February 22, 2018 at 12:14pm
"Darling, I think I'm going to freeze!" Susan's words were almost lost in the chatter of her teeth; her feet squelched with every step, leaving sodden footprints in the grass. Bill pulled her closer to his side. "This road i... [Read more]
"Lure of the Swamp Witch"
February 21, 2018 at 1:07pm
Rico slapped at his cheek, then studied the fuzzy smear of blood the blow left trailing across his fingertips. "How can there be so many damn 'squitos in a place so cold?" he muttered. Scowling, he pulled his coat more tightly about himse... [Read more]
"Red of Hair and Claw!"
February 21, 2018 at 1:07pm
"It was rum business, the rummest I ever knew," rumbled Sir John. He sank deeper into his leather chair as we all looked over at him in surprise. His rheumy eyes were fixed on the crackling fire, and the chin of his great head pressed into hi... [Read more]