Monday, December 28, 2015

The Legends of New Pulp Fiction is released!

NEW BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT

Legends of New Pulp Fiction featuring a short story by Tony Sarrecchia


I am pleased to announce that my short story, "The Aquarium," is available in the newest collection from Airship 27 Productions: The Legends of New Pulp Fiction (http://www.amazon.com/Legends-New-Pulp-Fiction-Fortier/dp/0692601139/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8)   This is not my usual horror yarn, though parts of the story are horrific, but a crime tale featuring "Doc" Salvatore Scaldero, former enforcer for an outlaw motorcycle club.

This book is a fundraiser for Tommy Hancock, a writer/publisher/editor in the New Pulp movement who is suffering from congestive heart failure. Ron Fotier and Jaime Ramos came up with the idea to publish a book to help offset Tommy's medical costs. The result is a tome weighing in at almost 4 pounds with 60+ authors and 40 artists contributing to the piece. When you buy your copy of the book, you'll get 62 pulse pounding pulpish tales and Tommy gets much-needed funds. 


Just to whet your appetite, enjoy the opening scene from the story: 

            She stood, naked, in the hallway. In this light, the blood that dripped from her fingers and pooled by her bare foot had a dark brown color. When did she lose her shoes? She wondered. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, as if she had been in a fight for her life. She teetered, and put a hand on the wall to support herself. Later, one of the local tabloids would use a photograph of that almost perfect, albeit blood-stained, handprint in a series of articles outlining the horrific events leading up to this day. For now, though, it was nothing more than an impression of a girl trying not to lose her balance.
            Her heart was jumping like the violin refrain from the movie Psycho. At her feet lay a naked dead man. She wasn't a doctor, she hadn't graduated high school, but she knew no one could survive with half their skull chopped open and parts of their brain oozing out from the wound. His hands lay severed from his body. She looked between his legs and doubled over---dry heaving next to his shoulder. (excerpt of 'The Aquarium' by Tony Sarrecchia)