If you watch one episode of The Third Age, make it this one! This week, Holly leads a ritual to find out the truth about Morning, and is shocked by what she discovers!
A long tongue of highway slithered out ahead of us, the windows kept sticking and the air conditioning didn’t work. I could feel my breath make a wave of lazy lines in front of me… [more]
Holly and Zinone catch up, while Jerrod meets some new friends. Catch up on The Third Age, the groundbreaking psychedelic webseries from the creators of Grant Morrison: Talking with Gods.
He stood up from his desk and yelled, _____“Nasty-ass bitch motherfucker!” when I told him to leave, perhaps mistaking my nervous, shocked smile for mocking when he thrusted his hands into my chest on his… [more]
Christopher Zinone seeks the help of an old friend, and Jerrod Woolf continues his quest for the divine.
I road rage on fatal attractions side-swipe your hard trim or destroy your front fascia & pillar. Your juke box boys are out of gas. When the sun went corrupt. I disassemble over your Mach-IV body. Can… [more]
Jerrod gets a strange visitor, and Morning causes trouble at home. The Third Age is a dramatic webseries from the producers of the acclaimed documentaries Grant Morrison: Talking with Gods and Warren Ellis: Captured Ghosts.
In Sunday School today Miss Hooker said that Jesus is coming but she’s not sure when–coming again, she means. He was here once before, a half-a-Bible ago, before there was anything like we know today.… [more]
Jerrod reveals his vision of the future, while Zinone struggles with his feelings about Morning. The Third Age is a dramatic webseries from the producers of the acclaimed documentaries Grant Morrison: Talking with Gods and… [more]
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]
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]
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 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 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 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]
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]
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]
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]
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]
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]
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]
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]
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]
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]