Pulp magazines (so named for the wood pulp paper they were printed on) were very big in the 20s and 30s, before the paper back novel. They were looked down on by the literary elite, but they begat modern detective fiction, science fiction, and racy, shock value adventure and horror stories. Writers such as H.P. Lovecraft, Raymond Chandler, and Dashiel Hammet got their start in the pulps.
Today, as the detective story grows increasingly formulaic or tamed, and science fiction goes the way of the soap opera, we at NexGen Pulp seek to pick up where the glory days of these genres left off. In doing so, we claim a direct descent in a line that has otherwise become muddied and diluted.
We are always accepting submissions and offer yearly subscriptions or single issue purchases from our website. Just click the link NexGenPulpFiction.com
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We are the third planet from the sun And our story has just begun As far back as the Paleozoic era Stands our Mother Simply known as Terra
Earth is the only place in the universe where life is known to exist.
Now that, I think is peculiar with a solar kind of twist, as I watch the heavens clear through the rainy mist
Mother Earth interacts with other objects in space, including the Sun and the Moon The moon being our only natural satellite, can safely guide our tides and seamen through the night
So, when do we say thanks to our Mother? How do we live better? Can we learn to love unconditionally? With a goal of a healthy, sustainable environment perhaps we can…
Reduce Reuse Recycle
These words span mountains and oceans and time belts Our Mother is devoted to the preservation of the harmony in nature For that is whom the bell tolls ( Japanese Peace Bell )
Sadly, liter blows over the highway The ocean is polluted And there is a hole inside our Mother that is terminal We are living for extinction With little or no distinction
I am the Earth and the Earth is me …to a tolerable degree
