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FP551 – Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 3 of 3

Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode five hundred and fifty-one.

Flash PulpTonight we present Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 3 of 3


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Tonight, Bunny, the Coffin,finds herself a horse being led to water.

Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 3 of 3

Written by J.R.D. Skinner
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Tonight, Bunny, the Coffin,finds herself a horse being led to water.

 

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FP550 – Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 2 of 3

Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode five hundred and fifty.

Flash PulpTonight we present Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 2 of 3


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Tonight, Bunny, the Coffin, finds herself slowly surrounded by a party of mystical vagabonds.

Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 2 of 3

Written by J.R.D. Skinner
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FP550 – Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 2 of 3

 

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FP549 – Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 1 of 3

Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode five hundred and forty-nine.

Flash PulpTonight we present FP549 – Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 1 of 3


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Tonight, Bunny, the Coffin, finds herself in the same old haunts as the world outside her bar’s window rapidly changes.

Coffin: Drinking It In, Part 1 of 3

Written by J.R.D. Skinner
Art and Narration by Opopanax
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Tonight, Bunny, the Coffin, finds herself in the same old haunts as the world outside her bar’s window rapidly changes.

 

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FP535 – Bunny: Haunted, Part 3 of 3

Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode five hundred and thirty-five.

Flash PulpTonight we present Bunny: Haunted, Part 3 of 3

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Tonight, we hear another story, this time from the lips of the too-grateful dead.

 

Bunny: Haunted, Part 3 of 3

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Tonight, we hear another story, this time from the lips of the too-grateful dead.

 

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FPSE46 – Mulligan Smith and Bunny in The Case of the Pilfered Presents

Welcome to Flash Pulp, special episode forty-six.

Flash PulpTonight we present Mulligan Smith and Bunny in The Case of the Pilfered Presents

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Mulligan Smith and Bunny in The Case of the Pilfered Presents

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FPSE46

 

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FP445 – Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 3 of 3

Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode four hundred and forty-five.

Flash PulpTonight we present Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 3 of 3

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Tonight, Bunny Davis, apprentice to urban shaman Will Coffin, has had enough.

 

Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 3 of 3

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FP445 - Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 3 of 3

 

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    FP444 – Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 2 of 3

    Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode four hundred and forty-four.

    Flash PulpTonight we present Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 2 of 3

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    Tonight, Will Coffin, urban shaman, receives rough treatment at the tool-wielding hands of a torturess, while Bunny, his apprentice, thirstily watches on.

     

    Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 2 of 3

    Written by J.R.D. Skinner
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    FP444 - Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 2 of 3

     

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    FP443 – Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 1 of 3

    Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode four hundred and forty-three.

    Flash PulpTonight we present Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 1 of 3

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    Tonight we find Will Coffin, urban shaman, and Bunny, his attempting-to-be-sober apprentice, loitering in a darkened bedroom.

     

    Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 1 of 3

    Written by J.R.D. Skinner
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    FP443 - Coffin: Bogeyman, Part 1 of 3

     

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    FP435 – Coffin: Wrong Tree

    Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode four hundred and thirty-five.

    Flash PulpTonight we present Coffin: Wrong Tree

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    Tonight, Will Coffin, urban shaman, and Bunny, his recovering-alcoholic apprentice, must pay a call to a hairy situation in a suburban home.

     

    Coffin: Wrong Tree

    Written by J.R.D. Skinner
    Art and Narration by Opopanax
    and Audio produced by Jessica May

     

    It was dusk as they arrived at the faux chateau surrounded by its moat of perfectly squared hedges.

    “You know, it’s in these Leave it to Beaver houses that poor motherf#ckers such as ourselves get themselves murdered,” said Bunny.

    “Maybe, but they offered cash and rent will soon be due,” replied Will. He gave the doorbell a second stab, but this time he left his finger on the button.

    The entrance swung wide, and a tall man with a head full of tight black curls stared down at them from across the threshold.

    “Yes?”

    His gaze shifted from Bunny’s ragged jeans and denim coat to the Coffin’s thick leather jacket.

    “We’re here about your son,” replied Will.

    “I -” started the man, but he seemed to think better of it. His eyes had fallen upon a button pinned to the apprentice’s chest that read, “Make tacos, not war – unless someone tries to take your tacos.”

    She was not unfamiliar with the conclusions such suburbanites might likely jump to, however.

    “Yeah, yeah,” she said, “my friend looks like one of the kids from Grease fell into a bad horse habit and I look like I was rejected from a Whitesnake video twenty years ago and just couldn’t f#ckin’ let it go – but, what, did you expect a couple ###holes in velvet-robes? You figure that hobbit-fondler Gandalf is gonna tap at the door and blow you some goddamn smoke rings?

    “Open up and let us in before your kid starts making the local sheep wranglers and burgermeisters nervous.”

    Will winced at the delivery, but it seemed to be an alien enough reaction to convince the man that they were the mystics in question.

    He stepped aside, saying, “I’m Martin.”

    The front hall contained a tasteful selection of vases, filled with dried plants, and large nature photos, whose frames spoke of false age and a love of Pottery Barn.

    They found the boy at a broad mahogany dining room table. His mother sat to his left, her lips tight, and, assuming no one sits that close otherwise, Bunny guessed the pushed-back chair to his right meant they’d interrupted a tense family conversation.

    “Jackson,” said the father, “this is Will and Bunny. They clai- uh, they’re here to help you.”

    Before the eighteen-year-old might reply, his mother extended a dry hand across the vast polished surface.

    “Anita,” she said.

    The coaxing kick she delivered to her son’s ankle, though well below the depths of the table’s surface, was hardly subtle, and the teen rose to repeat the round of palm grabbing.

    “Thank you for coming, but I don’t-” began Jackson, until a second, firmer, kick landed.

    As Martin retook his position flanking his son, Anita dug into the matter.

    “We realized a month ago. I’ve been to every library and spent hours on Google, yet – well, there’s a lot of superstition and junk science, but no answers.”

    Though Martin motioned towards a chair, neither the shaman nor his companion chose to sit.

    “You say you realized a month ago, how long has it been going on?” Will asked Jackson.

    “Apparently it’s happened six times,” replied Anita.

    Bunny frowned.

    Coffin raised a brow at the youth.

    “Half a year? That’s quite a while to wait before seeking help?”

    “So far he’s -” began Martin, and Bunny laughed.

    “Stop interrupting like he’s f#cking Taylor Swift,” she said. “No wonder you had no clue until recently, kid probably didn’t want to open his mouth in case he caught some of the bullsh#t flyin’ through the air in his teeth.”

    Anita and Martin sat, bolt upright, but Coffin could only shrug. He wanted to get paid, but also wanted to do it in a timely fashion.

    It was Jackson who broke the silence.

    “I need to show you something in my room,” he said, and, without making eye contact, or awaiting parental approval, he headed up the stairs. Anita and Martin moved to also stand, but Coffin shook his head twice and retrieved a long silver chain from his pocket. An intricate hook that looped and wound in on itself hung from its tail, and trapped upon the intricate curve was a plug of glistening meat.

    FP435 - Coffin: Wrong TreeThough Will had no intention of using the arcane artifact, its off-putting appearance was enough to convince the parents to remain in place while Coffin and Bunny followed the slouching ascent.

    At the top of the flight they took a left and entered a dustless room filled with evenly-hung posters.

    The Coffin was formulating an attempt at a fresh start to the conversation when his eyes took in the chamber’s true nature.

    Here was a poster of a fuzzy blue hedgehog hugging a rather well-muscled anthropomorphic lion, and next to it a hand-sketched image of a reclining bipedal fox.

    Before either the mystic or his student could comment, the room’s owner’s voice landed as a mix of plea and anger.

    “I don’t see what the problem is, I feed myself every time – I even learned to bake my own honeyed ham! – and I’ve never hurt anyone, why can’t they – why don’t you just leave me alone?”

    Will’s eyes narrowed. “You’re pretty lucid under the influence? You’re sure you’ve got yourself under control?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Must be the Grecian strain.” replied the Coffin, his voice distant.

    “Have you told them why it happened?” asked his apprentice.

    “No,” answered Jackson. “They don’t want to hear it anyway. They just want the problem to go away.”

    Bunny snorted. “Even if we yank your tail off the truth is you don’t need a f#ckin’ exorcist, kid, you need a family counselor.”

    “You know,” said the shaman, his jacket creaking as he settled onto the nearest corner of the firmly-made bed, “folks with, uh, your sorts of interests are really the vestigial remnants of an ancient age. There was a time when the gods themselves, bunch of sex maniacs that they were, would come down in the form of goats or swans or bulls just to rut – and no one thought twice. Now they call you a furry, but back then they’d have signed you up for an obscure, but respected, holy order.

    “I’ll make you a deal: Give me the name of whoever infected you with your lycanthropy and I’ll come around every full moon to ‘bring you to a safe place.’ Just don’t tell your parents that I’m dropping you off at a private club across town called The Fur Ball, and be sure to wear proper protection – oh, and that my monthly bill gets paid on time.”

     

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    FP429 – Coffin: Dislocation

    Welcome to Flash Pulp, episode four hundred and twenty-nine.

    Flash PulpTonight we present Coffin: Dislocation

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    Tonight, Will Coffin, urban shaman, and Bunny, his apprentice, find themselves dealing with an apparition that simply wants to move on.

     

    Coffin: Dislocation

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    It was a strange gig.

    Bunny stood at the edge of the lake, her hands deep in her pockets and her denim jacket shut against the wind that roared across the water.

    She stood with Mantas and Greta Kulpa, whose hard faces watched Will Coffin swing high his arcane token upon the rocky shore.

    Behind them was a plain white cross, nailed together and painted by Mantas’ own hands.

    The sky howled and the rain came, yet still somehow the Kulpa’s cheeks remained dry.

    Their English was crisp, but they delivered it as embittered spitting.

    Mantas asked, “is this going to take long?”

    Bunny shrugged. “Do you really hate it that much here?”

    “How much do we hate this place?” asked Greta.

    “We hate this place so much we are literally driving directly to the airport to leave,” replied Mantas.

    “We hate this place so much I may lobby the Grand Duchy to declare war on your miserable nation. I hardly think you’ll notice, but hopefully it will be enough to find us on the no fly list, and thus free of your grubby hands, sarcastic remarks, and ironic tourist sunglasses.”

    “Not much longer,” answered Bunny.

    The Crook of Ortez maintained its revolutions, its power, waxing in these late days, summoning up waves as well as pulling at the phantoms of the dead, teasing them to rise.

    Bunny had seen her partner conjure the apparitions dozens of times, but never quite like this. It certainly was dramatic, at least.

    On this occasion, however, no shimmering form appeared. Her partner made no extended entreaties, nor threats, nor even dry coughs. The storm hit a furious tempo, and then he let the chain drop, and the gale with it.

    Thunder broke and rolled across the calming blue, and a downpour began to march in their direction from the distant shore. It’s ferocity, however, was nothing more than natural.

    “It’s done,” said Will, his leather jacket dripping as he approached the cluster of observers.

    “Great light show,” said Bunny, “but next time play some Floyd or something,”

    The comment was out of her mouth before she considered her audience, but, given the Kulpa’s stolid indifference, she found it difficult to deliver a sorry.

    “You spoke with her?” asked Greta.

    “Yes,” replied Coffin.

    “You told her we still intend to depart?” asked Mantas.

    “Yes,” replied Coffin.

    “How did she take it?” asked the mother, and Bunny thought it seemed as if she expected the dead girl would talk back.

    Will shrugged. “She seemed okay.”

    FP429 - Coffin: Disclosure, a Skinner Co. Network Podcast“Indifference? Typical,” said Greta. “I told you this place had warped her. Even in death she does not care about her parents. So ungrateful – so, so: So American.”

    Mantas only grunted.

    Coffin and Bunny stood together as they watched the pair climb the embankment, arm in arm. Within seconds the rented yellow hatchback was back on the highway and out of sight.

    There was no wave goodbye, but Bunny consoled herself with the fact that they at least hadn’t spit on her as they departed.

    “I missed what you were supposed to tell her – was it anything that would make me feel bad about thinking they’re a couple of puckered-asshole righteousness fondlers?”

    “Nah,” answered Coffin. “They said, ‘tell her we can not stand this place. We are still leaving, good luck in the afterlife.”

    “They didn’t seem too fuckin’ wadded up about the untimely death, and still missing corpse, of their only offspring? For all they know the bass are slowly shitting out their daughter down there. Why didn’t they at least ask her where her remains were?”

    “Some use ritual as a system for dealing with the guilt they ignore. Those folks know they are right and proper, so it’s not their fault they’ve failed to make it in America, or failed to raise their daughter, or failed to change in any way as the world has ground on around them.

    “They came to me not to get answers, but to simply put a period on the sentence. They have, to their own minds, done what they can – and now they’ll get on with the next thing.”

    As they spoke, the pair climbed the same hill they’d watched the parents scale. Shuffling towards the car they’d rented at the Kulpa’s expense, a sixteen-year-old girl in a Ramones t-shirt and frayed-kneed jeans joined them.

    “Exactly,” she said, “and it’s that same unthinking dedication to their ancient ways that would have forced them to drag me back to a place I remember hating as much as I remember it at all – or, if I’d fought hard enough, would have left them in a small town half a world away, complaining endlessly about the daughter they never saw, talked to, or in any way helped support. Still, they’d cry over it, and they wouldn’t even understand why. Just that it’s what is done.

    “Better they think I’m dead then a blight upon the family, carousing and living a wild life in America.”

    With no more time spent lingering than Matas and Greta had invested, Will, Bunny, and the very alive Melina Kulpas leaned into a quick U-turn, then sped back to the city.

     

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