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Fancy Cat, by Chris Coffey1978

She lived alone. She lived many lives. Her name was Jenn. She had several cats. They rarely came out. Jenn barely went out either. Her weekly trips to the store. The cherry wine. The Pall… [more]

Milton, from The Third AgeThe Third Age, Episode 2: “Static”

After meeting a strange woman, Christopher Zinone finds the life he knew falling further and further away. Meanwhile, new employee Mark gets a taste of life at Woolf Pharmaceutical. The Third Age is a dramatic… [more]

Childhood 4, by Julian DariusOne: Strain [of] Reflection

Net the tulips with their own wither. (It will fit better as the colors fade.) To black tripping white, pledge pieces of the fallen. Flatten the table’s surface pretending to be Columbus’ demise. We know… [more]

The Third Age stillThe Third Age, Episode 1: “Fall to Earth”

“The old age believed in magic, this age believes in science, but we are on the precipice of a third age, a fusion of everything that’s come before.” In this episode: a ritual, a mysterious… [more]

Steven Storky and the Case of the Lost BallsSteven Storky and the Case of the Lost Balls

Steven Storky has lost his balls. His wife, Sandy, may have them, but Steven doesn’t have the balls to ask her. It’ll be a lose-lose situation if he asks her anyway. She certainly won’t give… [more]

The Third Age posterThe Third Age Trailer

The Third Age is an original dramatic, sci-fi show created for the web, and I’m very excited to be launching the show on Martian Lit. For the next six months or so, we’ll be releasing… [more]

And Still Your Fingers on Your LipsAnd Still Your Fingers on Your Lips

A cross section of the sharp young minds who flourished under his tutelage will slowly be reduced to paper towels. The ink will become wet black splotches suspended in liquid purple. A dendrochronology more than… [more]

Just One Look illustrationJust One Look

She looked like the kind of girl who needed to be smacked around a little before the fucking started. She should have said something before. I got taken in and it was the first time… [more]

Dig Doug illustration 2Dig Doug, Day 2

Doug woke hungry the next day. His stomach rattled and revolted like a prisoner trying to escape. For the first time ever, he wanted to go to work. Not to work on his blog, but… [more]

Nira/Sussa, the novel by Julian DariusMartian Lit Releases the Novel Nira/Sussa

Martian Lit’s much-anticipated novel Nira/Sussa has been released in paperback and on Kindle. The transgressive plot sees its unlikable, emotionally stunted thirtysomething narrator having an affair with a 17-year-old girl. But in the ultimate transgressive… [more]

Watching People BurnWatching People Burn Trailer Released

Martian Lit has released its first video, a trailer for Julian Darius’s Watching People Burn. The book is an original, illustrated, historical screenplay. It reads quickly. It’s gotten rave reviews. And it’s cheap — currently… [more]

Road Rage illustrationRoad Rage

His red face pocked with dried blisters, the man bent forward in clothes reeking of wine barrels. He looked familiar. Pausing in his work, Billy said “hey, how you doing?” but the man kept his… [more]

Dig DougDig Doug, Day 1

The oversized plate glass doors whooshed open as Doug and the other employees pressed inside. Outside, beyond the doors, somewhere out in the pale yellow field opposite the building was a rich, putrid stink that… [more]

numbrackNumbers Racket

1. Fourteen steep steps lead up to the second floor, where my apartment is. Every time I mount or descend these stairs I count them, sometimes aloud but usually to myself. I don’t mean to,… [more]

Martian LitFuck “Polite”

In my novel Nira/Sussa, there’s a scene in a Midwestern Japanese restaurant with holes in the floor so patrons can sit in what they perceive to be Japanese style without, you know, actually having to do so.… [more]

Killing MomKilling Mom

My wife warned me that she would kill my mother. Honestly I didn’t care as long as she didn’t get caught. Besides, I knew Dana wouldn’t have the guts to do it. Was I really… [more]

Vatican MuseumThe Most Brilliant Art in the Vatican Museum

In the Vatican Museum, religious paintings you’ve seen in books all your life mix with modern religious depictions that have impressed some unknown cardinal. There, awe-inspiring classical statuary serves to remind you how much fuller… [more]

Soul Sisters, by MingagraphyAnd So

She can see it bruise the horizon, then erupt – like a mother striking a daughter, like the electricity between the surfaces of her palms, or between two women repelled. The storm rears, poised to… [more]

Vegas PollardThe Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 10

In the holofeed wall above the phony flickering fireplace, the fifteen-year-old Mira Mira sat in the defendant’s chair, listening to testimony against her. Yelena thought her neon blue skin undercut the way her lawyers had… [more]

penisA Disquisition on the Erogenous Impulse in Prose Narratives

I once drew an enormous cock on the wall of the Shettleston Community Support & Benefits Centre. I took great care rendering each hair poking from below the scrotum to the thick copse of pubic… [more]

Yelena deadThe Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 9

A dozen colored spotlights, gaudy and grandiose, caressed Yelena Moulin. Glitter rained down upon her, caught like sparkling dust as it descended through the colored layers of light. The rest of the room was lit… [more]

Before the Deep, Dark SleepBefore the Deep, Dark Sleep: The Black-and-White Art of Doug Smock

If you’ve seen the cover of our book Nira/Sussa, you know that Doug Smock’s brilliant artwork shines in black and white.

Yelena underwaterThe Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 8

The hardest thing about spending days underwater was keeping the mind busy.

Fuck OffReport Card

A) I cried and he said it was fantastic. I asked him how it was fantastic. I asked him where in his fucked up mind did my situation intersect with the realm of fantastic, and… [more]

Yelena with vibratorThe Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 7

“My therapist says it all goes back to her. She was very doting, in a lot of ways. I was her wonderful, genius son. But she could turn on you in an instant. Criticize viciously.… [more]