Narrator: Goldeen Ogawa.

“I’ve got to have a wife inside of an hour.”

“A wife!” she repeated in a bewildered voice, “inside of an hour!”

“Precisely.”

She stared at him, a shade in her candid eyes, a hint of something in her face that made him stare back.

“Of course I haven’t known you long,” he stumbled on somewhat blindly, “but I wonder if—you’ll help me out.”

Narrator: Josie Babin.

In a small, low-lit courtyard danced the Spirit of France. Avid eyes glowed at her beauty, wondering how long Mohamet Ali would continue to bestow upon her his quite unusual protection.

Editor’s Note: Today’s story contains racial and religious characterizations that may offend some listeners.

Narrator: Ben Boardman.

The old man shrugged wearily. “All white people die who come here. It is the law!”

Narrator: Brandie Tarvin.

Maisie, between flips of the pancakes, started a game of “pretend” with the good-looking stranger, little thinking where it might lead them both!

Amanda McCall’s romance podcast: Rompod.

Artist Rodolofo Reyes: DeviantArt, Tumblr, prints at Dark City Gallery.

Narrator:Maury Kestenbaum.

Between the Hemispheres Rises a Wall of Doom, and Hyatt of
International Police Tries to Break Earth’s Solitary Confinement!

Narrator: Steven Howell.

To run your eyes over him, you’d think he could outpull three dogs of his own weight. Maybe he could, but I never saw it. His intelligence didn’t run that way. He could steal and forage to perfection; he had an instinct that was positively gruesome for divining when work was to be done and for making a sneak accordingly; and for getting lost and not staying lost he was nothing short of inspired.

Narrator: Tim Maroney.

The statement which follows concerns the entire world, and for that reason I, Paul Dicey of Irving Place, New York City, am sending copies of it to the world’s leading newspapers. What I have to say herein must be considered carefully by all who can read, for in it may lie their salvation and the salvation of billions of their descendants yet unborn!

Narrator: Dan Rabarts.

The dry homestead on Big Bowlegs Creek looked like a hopeless proposition until Clell Berry started to investigate the source of the stream—and then it became a lively one indeed.

Narrator: Jeff Lewis.

Every step meant danger in the trail of Dan Buckly’s mysterious, sinister killer!

Editor’s Note: This story contains racial terms typical of yellow peril stories. Listener discretion is advised.

Narrator: Logan Waterman.

From the bow of one of America’s ships a beam of bluish light stabbed out and struck an enemy craft. It passed thru the vessel as tho it had been made of glass instead of thousands of tons of steel.

Narrator: Lewis Morgan.

“A new drug?”

“It was used centuries ago by Chinese alchemists, but it is virtually unknown in the West. It’s occult properties are amazing. With its aid and the aid of my mathematical knowledge I believe that I can go back through time.”

Narrator: Adam Pracht.

A gripping weird tale of the sea—of the thing that walked in the fog—and the terror that stalked on board an ocean liner.

Narrator: Logan Waterman.

The idea of a gyro-hat did not come to me all at once, as some great ideas come to inventors. In fact I may say that but for a most unpleasant experience I might never have thought of gyro-hats at all.

Check out the artwork for “The Experiment In Gyro-Hats” as it originally appeared in Amazing Stories, here on Archive.org.

Read “Punch, Brother, Punch” by Mark Twain, or hear it read by Cory Doctorow.

Narrator: Josie Babbin.

That’s the way with the beasts; they’re all killers in the end.

Narrator: Jim Philips.

Trouble never troubled Steve Costigan, for trouble meant action with a capital A—and action was what Steve craved. This time it was Honolulu, waterfront cabarets, and—guess what—a beautiful girl!

“The Pink of Fading Neon” ©1980 James Blaylock. Used by permission.

Narrator: Fred Himebaugh.

Interview: Author James Blaylock discusses steampunk, pulp fiction influences, and his latest novel The Aylesford Skull with editor Fred Himebaugh.

I’ve heard and read—and it doesn’t surprise me a bit—that the armadillos have turned back. After eons of slow, northward creeping from the plains of Central America, through the jungles and the deserts and the swamps of Mexico, while wooly mammoths and cave bears crashed through the chaparral, and still, ages later, while Aztec and Toltec tribes lived in fear of loathsome, toad-infested pits of skeletons in rainwater, on came the armadillos, on the march for twenty million years, and culminating in unimaginable pairs of shoes and ridiculous scaled and tailed caps. All of that has reversed, in an instant. Up and down the flatlands of Oklahoma, say the scientists, armadillos pause and listen and sniff the air and turn calmly about, on the march, south now, once again.

Narrator: Bryan Lincoln.

The apes growled. They were displeased. “Kill the Gomangani!” cried one.

“Yes,” roared another, “kill the Gomangani and the Tarmangani as well.”

“Kill the white ape!” screamed Gozan, “he is no ape at all; but a Gomangani with his skin off.”

“Kill Tarzan!” bellowed Gunto. “Kill! Kill! Kill!”

(This story contains racial characterizations that many listeners will find offensive. We chose it because of the important role Tarzan plays in pulp fiction history. Listener discretion is advised.)

Narrator: Jacob Sanderson.

Parr strode out upon dark, rich soil. He sensed behind him the silent quiver of Martian laughter, and felt a new ecstasy of hate for his late guards, their race, and the red planet that spawned them. Not until he heard the rumble and swish of the ship’s departure did he take note of the little world that was now his prison home.

Narrator: Robert Crandall.

Slap that rim of machine-gun fire down on a hard road and it would sound like men walking. But there in the grass tops it only swished and whispered like.

Talkin’ to us and hissing, “Come up! Come up! Come up!”

Read on everyone and see if hosting Protecting Project Pulp might be the adventure you crave! 

Closing date 23rd January

The BASIC requirements are:

Select from the recorded stories a broadcast schedule (i.e. which stories are going to air when). A new episode is released weekly on Tuesday and we’ve tried to schedule about a month in advance. There are enough stories in the queue to be broadcast that you could schooled out for months if you wanted, but we wanted to be able to respond to opportunities, like have author interviews or other special content inserted into the feed.

Write and record the opening and closing segments of the show (the intro and outro). I tried to make the intro an briefly informative event where we shared some information about the author of that episode’s story. Fred Heimbaugh, the PPP’s assistant editor provides all that information. For the outro, I decided to expand on some of the thematic elements of the story with personal observations, but that’s just me. Listen to the other District of Wonders Network podcasts and you’ll discover that many of the other hosts are really expanding the content of their shows into a full blown weekly magazine of intriguing content related to the genre. This is solely at the host’s prerogative.

Those recorded intro and outro segments need to be handed off to the sound engineer, Tom O’Dwyer. He mixes the host’s recorded pieces with the music and the story audio and the boilerplate audio that identifies the podcast.

Tom then uploads the finished episode. The host posts it to Libsyn (the site/service used to host the audio files on the web) and sends the resulting URL to Fred, who builds and schedules the post on the website.

Rinse and repeat each week. With a little effort, you could get several weeks of episodes cued up well in advance.

The THEMATIC requirements are a little different and are really up to each host to decide. Here are my thoughts…

The host really defines the spirit and tone of the podcast as well as infusing it with value and meaning. Listen to Tales to Terrify or StarShipSofa and you’ll see what I mean, or Pseudopod or The Drabblecast. All those hosts give their podcasts a presence far beyond the mere content of the fiction. This, I feel, is vital for any podcast to be a success in the modern digital age.

The host also needs to network and promote the podcast. This includes social media (Facebook, Twitter, Reddit, StumbleUpon and so much more) as well as networking with affiliated podcasts, content creators, and fans. The best way to get people to know about and value your podcast is by supporting and advocating other content creators, including authors, artists, and other podcasters. Creating a network of mutual support and awareness raising provides a huge boost to listenership and “buzz” because more people are talking about the podcast.

Interviews with authors is a great way to boost value AND increase exposure.

There’s all KINDS of awesomeness a host can do, but basically it’s THEIR baby… they can make as much or as little of it as possible.

If this is for you….. then drop us a line at starshipsofa@gmail.com

Narrator: Tim Maroney.

“You remember what I told you last Spring. You’ve been absent from your office for at least forty-five minutes this afternoon. I know, becuase I was at the station waiting. You’re done—fired.”

Narrator: Pete Fallico.

There wasn’t a damned thing wrong with Joe Baylor’s driving–as long as he had the track to himself. But when the glory-grabbers started to crowd in, Joe remembered the scarlet agony of his last crash…

Today’s podcast presents the second, concluding part of “The Tree of Life”.

Narrator: Jeff Lane.

A queer, penetrating light shining upon his closed eyes roused Smith by degrees into wakefulness again. He lifted heavy lids and stared upward into the unwinking eye of Mars’ racing nearer moon. He lay there blinking dazedly for a while before enough of memory returned to rouse him. Then he sat up painfully, for every fiber of him ached, and stared round on a scene of the wildest destruction.

Today’s podcast presents part one of “The Tree of Life”; next week will bring the conclusion.

Narrator: Jeff Lane.

There was neither food nor water in these ancient Martian ruins, and Northwest Smith knew that it could be only a matter of time before the urgencies of his own body would drive him out to signal those wheeling Patrol ships and trade his hard-won liberty for food and drink. He crouched lower under the shadow of the temple arch and cursed the accuracy of the Patrol gunner whose flame-blast had caught his dodging ship just at the edge of Illar’s ruins.

Narrator: Joe Sammarco.

The ship drifted lower and lower. Two ladders were lowered and they swarmed upward: hard, evil-looking creatures. All were heavily armed. The lives of the entire crew were at stake.

Narrator: Nick Camm.

Captain Carteret bent forward and peered at the queer, metallic thing. His thin, usually pale face now glowed with unconcealed excitement. He grasped the black object with twitching fingers.

“The Seal of Nephren-Ka!” he whispered.

Narrator: Robert Smales (check out Rob’s blog at lifeis-whathappens.blogspot.com/).

Judging from this newspaper, Doc, you’d think that everybody in New York was either a pickpocket, blackjack bammer, or a member of the burglars’ union. Looks to me as if the chief duty of a newspaper in this here town of N.Y.C. is to toss its customers assorted murders for breakfast, holdups for lunch, and divorces for dinner.

Narrator: Jeff Lewis.

Our narrator was incorrectly identified in the podcast. Jeff Lewis is his correct name. The details of the narrator’s biography were correct. Our appologies go to Jeff for the mix-up.

Donna was that kind of gal. Only killing would cure her.

Narrator: Kevin Hayden.

Hung over my own fireplace, it looked as large and living as a scene glimpsed through a window or, perhaps, on a stage in a theater. The capering pink bodies caught new lights from my lamp, lights that glossed and intensified their shape and color but did not reveal any new details. I pored once more over the cryptic legend: I sold my soul that I might paint a living picture.

Narrator: Simon Hildebrandt.

A warning throb came from the televisor. Kenworth sprang to the door, flung it open. Against the gray clouds, dim in the rain, a black oval grew larger—the collection ship, swiftly descending. And within it—Thona Trenton and the Raider!

Narrator: Jeff Lane.

Thick mahogany doors, long stone passages, walls of concealed steel—what was the criminal secret of the Hindoo’s American house?

Narrator: Fred Himebaugh.

Interview: Host Dave Robison and editor Fred Himebaugh interview Tim Powers, author of this episode’s story.

The rich, leathery smell of Latakia tobacco told me that old Bill was there, and I soon identified him by the long, blackened meerschaum pipe he somehow found again every time. The little girl puffing at it gave me a raised eyebrow.

“Saul, Laddie!” piped the little girl’s voice. “Excuse the nonrecognition. You were a gawky youth when I saw you last. Been doing anything worthwhile?

I didn’t even bother to give the standard negative reply. “I’ll talk to you later,” I said. “Got to find something for this beer to chase.”

Bill chuckled merrily. “They laid in a dozen bottles of Laphroaig Scotch in case you came.” He waved his pipe toward the dining room that traditionally served as the bar. “You know your way down the hill.”

Narrator: Tim Ward.

He recalled the cry he strove in vain to stifle as he rushed like a reckless boy to the window, ran, ruthless of the consequences, on to the iron balcony where, hovering above, a dim shape swayed and balanced—Gray Ghost! He remembered the two words passing his terrified lips, “Gray Ghost!” and then a hand that seemed to materialize from the darkness of the balcony corner, a grip of iron fingers on his throat choking his cry for help, a sponge saturated with chloroform pressed over his mouth and nose, and then nothing—nothing—nothing till this moment!

Narrator: Daniel Schwartz.

Referenced Content: The Robert E. Howard United Press Association.

“On came the greedy suckling pigs; those white men who’d do any wrong for a tiny pebble of yellow gold. With them as silent, wary protectors came the Blue Coats . . . and only Ruhaya and his father Tsahuni, the Cherokee’s fearless Eagle of Kuwahi, were prepared for the supreme sacrifice.”

Narrator: Nobilis Reed. (Warning: this site contains adult themes and subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised.)

There came a sort of a gurgle—Rimbel said that gurgling was the worst—and then Radimon again:

“Help—Gipper!”

“And then nothing more for a while—and then the noise of a man swimming, and a paddle rattling in a canoe, and after a bit the noise of a man paddling away.”

Narrator: Steven Howell.

“Only partners could fight this deadliest of wars—and the one way to dissolve the partnership was to be personally dissolved!”

Narrator: Steven Howell.

“They made the cover of the building with only a second to spare. A drumming rattle of bullets followed—splintering the door and the glass around them.”

References:

How to Write Science Fiction with Joe Haldeman – http://joehaldeman.eventbrite.co.uk/

Narrator: Josh Roseman.

“I could kill you as you stand there; you into nothingness; but I do not choose to do so—yet. Other attempts I have made you have frustrated, but this time I shall succeed. I will institute a reign of terror which will bring your rich, foolish country to its knees. Listen, while I give you a taste of my power. The city of Charleston is about to be destroyed.”

Narrator: Joe Sammarco.

“Oakie Dokey dances to the center of the ring and tries to knock down Calithumpian’s left guard. This is a major error on Oakie Dokey’s part. Silo lets go his straight right and it lands plum on the chinola of Herr Dokey. He falls over, frontwards, flat on his beak, which is a pretty sure sign that a boxer has lost interest in the business at hand. He is out as far as Long Island, if you know what I mean. If you don’t, write a letter to the papers.”

Website recommendation: AllPulp.

Narrator: Josie.

“Loops, spins, nose dives, falling leafs, Immelmanns,
wing-overs, and—well, I don’t begin to know ‘em all,
and maybe there weren’t any names for most of the things “Bugs”
Snelling was doing. I knew, as did the other three, that the flyer
over that field was Bugs Snelling. No one else ever did the stunts
he did.”

Also this week:
Pulp Serenade, a pulp blog by Cullen Gallagher

A Showcase of Matthew Wayne Selznick’s “Pilgrimage” Kickstarter Project

Narrator: Scott Couchman.

Across the red drifts and mail-clad forms, two figures glared at each other. In that utter desolation only they moved. The frosty sky was over them, the white illimitable plain around them, the dead men at their feet. Slowly through the corpses they came, as ghosts might come to a tryst through the shambles of a dead world. In the brooding silence they stood face to face.

Narrator: Bob Hoe.

“He was spending the remaining hours of his boyhood sharpening and resharpening the obsidian knife that he, in common with all the grown men of the Fish People, wore thrust through the belt of the sharkskin loincloth that was his sole article of clothing.

On the morrow he was to take his first term of duty as chief sentry on the Sentry Rock, above the submerged opening of the great Intake.”

Also in this episode: A brief interview with Pulp Fiction aficionado, Jason Carney

Narrator: Kevin Hayden.

“Throughout the night he heard the cough of the sick wolf, and now and then the squawking of the caribou calves.  There was life all around him, but it was strong life, very much alive and well, and he knew the sick wolf clung to the sick man’s trail in the hope that the man would die first.”

Narrator: Mike Wood.

Main Fiction: “Golden Lure” by George Goodchild, first published in Top-Notch Magazine, April 15, 1922

Narrator: Scott Couchman

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