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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]

drawing boardHow I Killed My Father

One picture. This is all I have to prove my dad and I ever spent time together. He looked like a young Larry Hagman, and was wearing a fishing hat like Col. Blake. I’m about… [more]

Yelena Moulin in the PoolThe Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 6

In the early hours of the morning, before the sun had risen against the snow and the mountains outside the living room’s glass wall, Yelena knocked on Mr. Pollard’s door. Veronique answered, clad as always… [more]

art by Thomas HawkEcho’s Bones

for Samuel Beckett 1 Come in, come in, the fog impatiently gestured. You rattled like echo’s bones when you walked. It was fashionable to die young and be pessimistic. 2 You were drunk all the… [more]

Mountains and MartiniThe Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 5

Yelena felt the latex surface of the couch beneath her. This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t have any weight. She knew full well she had no skin or nerves to feel through. She reached out… [more]

Cow, by Christopher CoffeyLife, Limb, and the Devil’s Dissent

I. Because it was the thirty-third anniversary of the overthrow of their old government, and because it, too, happened to be a red autumnal moon, and because the calf came out hindquarters first, complicating the… [more]

Mira MiraThe Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 4

Yelena stood staring at the door to her den, thinking this isn’t right. She told herself that she must’ve opened the door all the way, then stepped back into the room to retrieve something, only… [more]

Watching People BurnWatching People Burn for 99 Cents or Free

Watching People Burn, Julian Darius’s original historical screenplay, is now available on Kindle for 99 cents — and free to borrow and read for Amazon Prime members. The deadliest school massacre in U.S. history, its… [more]

GlowThe Art of Doug Smock

Many of you know Doug Smock’s jaw-dropping original illustrations for our serialized online fiction The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin and for the cover of our book Nira/Sussa. We thought we’d showcase some of his other artwork.

The Slave Factory“The Slave Factory” on Kindle for 99 Cents

“The Slave Factory,” a short book by Julian Darius, is available exclusively on Kindle for the low price of 99 cents — and is free to read for Amazon Prime members.

Yelena Moulin's holographic fatherThe Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 3

Closing the door, Yelena felt absurd, hiding from her mom in her own home. The room looked like an old-fashioned study, the kind in historical holofeeds, with a wooden desk and books printed on dead… [more]