Welcome to Solar Kvlt Pulp. If you're looking for high octane, esoteric, weird, bizarre, and intriguing pieces of literature fueled by pure testosterone and wrath, you're in the right place. Social media presence will be expanding in the future, but for now this exists here simply because this platform makes it easy to upload and download files.
In the coming weeks and months, you can expect at least give free novellas that will range from traditional sword and sorcery, to occult detective type stories. All of them will be very unique, and not something a "traditional" publisher would have much interest in touching due to their niche nature.
We will also be accepting submissions soon, if you think you have anything that fits the bill for what has been talked about here.
Until next time, hail Sunna, hail Sol, hail Ra and Helios, hail the very sun itself, who gives life to the world every morning through her radiant beauty.
In the coming weeks and months, you can expect at least give free novellas that will range from traditional sword and sorcery, to occult detective type stories. All of them will be very unique, and not something a "traditional" publisher would have much interest in touching due to their niche nature.
We will also be accepting submissions soon, if you think you have anything that fits the bill for what has been talked about here.
Until next time, hail Sunna, hail Sol, hail Ra and Helios, hail the very sun itself, who gives life to the world every morning through her radiant beauty.
ISLE OF THE END
Not exactly what this channel is about, but certainly a taste of things to come. This was a story written as a submission to Man's World magazine last year, that obviously didn't make the cut else we wouldn't be here. After some light editing work on my end, I think I've got it just about clean enough where I'm happy with it.
A group of ex-SS soldiers, now turned to piracy after the war, gets caught between a rock and a hard place while out at sea. While in the midst of a storm, the crew finds themselves transported to a strange island full of bizarre monuments to forgotten gods, built by a dead civilization. With nothing but the primitive islanders as their guide, they're soon introduced to a world of horror and savagery. Enjoy 10 pages of big, dumb, gun toting, action packed, eldritch fun in this short story.
(Cover art is AI generated; Story is written by me without any AI assistance)
Not exactly what this channel is about, but certainly a taste of things to come. This was a story written as a submission to Man's World magazine last year, that obviously didn't make the cut else we wouldn't be here. After some light editing work on my end, I think I've got it just about clean enough where I'm happy with it.
A group of ex-SS soldiers, now turned to piracy after the war, gets caught between a rock and a hard place while out at sea. While in the midst of a storm, the crew finds themselves transported to a strange island full of bizarre monuments to forgotten gods, built by a dead civilization. With nothing but the primitive islanders as their guide, they're soon introduced to a world of horror and savagery. Enjoy 10 pages of big, dumb, gun toting, action packed, eldritch fun in this short story.
(Cover art is AI generated; Story is written by me without any AI assistance)
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When you make an offering, you must offer something which has meaning, which has value. Does this then mean you must spend obscene amounts of money in order to make a worthy offering to your god? Not at all. For what is money except a physical token of spent time? What gives something meaning and value, is the energy expended on it's creation.
More than merely publishing dissident or off the wall short stories and novels, this page and "brand" are what I would consider a virtual offering bowl to her cosmic radiance, Sunna. Both by reading the stories printed here, and in my writing them, is she honored and worshipped through energy expended in her name.
Two hours to sunrise, hail the Sun this morning.
More than merely publishing dissident or off the wall short stories and novels, this page and "brand" are what I would consider a virtual offering bowl to her cosmic radiance, Sunna. Both by reading the stories printed here, and in my writing them, is she honored and worshipped through energy expended in her name.
Two hours to sunrise, hail the Sun this morning.
Forwarded from Wehrwolf Dynamics
The Masculine Urge to ignore any and all advice, so you fuck everything up and learn your lesson the hard way and never forget it, like a boneheaded retard
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