http://martianlit.com no invasion forthcoming or your money back Fri, 12 Sep 2025 13:17:12 +0000 en hourly 1 http://martianlit.com/magazine/1510/target-practice-by-ken-radu/ http://martianlit.com/magazine/1510/target-practice-by-ken-radu/#comments Mon, 24 Jun 2013 11:00:04 +0000 Ken Radu http://martianlit.com/?p=1510 The black door needed painting, but only after he had unhinged, removed, sanded and primed it. That wasn’t going to happen. He had intended to renovate his man cave in the basement. Man cave, what… [more]]]> 0 http://martianlit.com/magazine/1598/happy-trails-by-david-s-atkinson/ http://martianlit.com/magazine/1598/happy-trails-by-david-s-atkinson/#comments Mon, 10 Jun 2013 20:00:47 +0000 David S. Atkinson http://martianlit.com/?p=1598 Suddenly it felt like I’d been kicked in the head by a mule. That’s all I could remember, that moment of impact. It was like I’d spaced out and just woken up when kicked. 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I was too… [more]]]> 0 http://martianlit.com/magazine/1292/leopard-people/ http://martianlit.com/magazine/1292/leopard-people/#comments Mon, 21 Jan 2013 12:00:38 +0000 Oli Johns http://martianlit.com/?p=1292 Lermontov got on the plane back to Russia and put the jacket over his face, trying to picture an airport without people for his return. He tried not to think of the people he’d let… [more]]]> 0 http://martianlit.com/magazine/1233/black-and-blue-in-32-cs-dewildt/ http://martianlit.com/magazine/1233/black-and-blue-in-32-cs-dewildt/#comments Mon, 07 Jan 2013 12:00:10 +0000 CS DeWildt http://martianlit.com/?p=1233 I’m the favorite to win. It’s not my foreign policy and it’s not my handling of domestic issues. Nobody gives a shit about the unemployment numbers, job growth, the illusory downward trend of the trade… [more]]]> 0 http://martianlit.com/magazine/1165/bull/ http://martianlit.com/magazine/1165/bull/#comments Mon, 26 Nov 2012 12:00:57 +0000 Ken Radu http://martianlit.com/?p=1165 After his tour of duty in Afghanistan, Billy believed he had seen everything. Arm yourself, learn to kill efficiently, develop a nose for IEDs impatient under the sand, pick up severed limbs, embrace a fallen… [more]]]> 0 http://martianlit.com/magazine/1187/amygdala/ http://martianlit.com/magazine/1187/amygdala/#comments Mon, 12 Nov 2012 12:00:36 +0000 David Hancock http://martianlit.com/?p=1187 Deep in the Eureka, Kansas bunker, there still exists one Memory Replacement protocol, invented by the late Hemispheres scientist Hans Geisser. It is a cryogenic dreaming sequencing process known officially as “Foreground Switching.” The main… [more]]]> 0 http://martianlit.com/magazine/909/in-amber-gehenna/ http://martianlit.com/magazine/909/in-amber-gehenna/#comments Mon, 22 Oct 2012 11:00:13 +0000 Seann McCollum http://martianlit.com/?p=909 Behind the bar dangles a ribbon of yellow flypaper covered in glass bees, some of them still wriggling. Wings vibrating, antennae twitching. All to no avail. They’re not the only ones stuck, of course. Here… [more]]]> 0