About MadMartigan


-Insert Platitude Here-

All of the interests.
Favorite Authors:
All of them. Except Nathaniel Hawthorne. Fuck that dry ass wanker.
That sprite chick also weaves a sultry tale of exquisite debauchery.
Favorite Movies:
Films with Emly Blunt in them.
Favorite Music:
Good music. AKA. Not country.


Date Joined:
17 Jun 2013
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Stories Published By MadMartigan All Stories »

Third Class Super or Provisional Super Villain?

Got the letter today. Guess what? Third time ain’t the damn charm… still not a Super. Dear Applican’t, (is probably what they wanted to write), after careful review of an impressive candidate pool, blah blah, we regret (sure) to inform you that your application is not competitive enough for entrance into Supers Academ; however, we are considering you as a candidate for blah.   I scan...

Added 23 May 2018 | Category Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Editor's Pick Baby Blue

She'll call herself Baby Blue when they're desperate for a name to moan. Stole it from a billboard ad along highway 70. Thinks it was the name for a zoo's newborn seal; bit like that song... Baby Beluga? Blue Jean Baby? Can't say for sure. Doesn't really matter. All that does is the power it seems to hold over men, especially those graying at the temples. They'll whisper it with beer...

Added 23 Jun 2017 | Category Hardcore | Votes 26 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 11,428 | 17 Comments

Editor's Pick Platinum Haze

A vinyl record chirps out the chocolaty smooth baritone of Nat King Cole and his 1960 album, The Magic of Christmas , as we’re processed, lifting the precinct’s normally dingy atmosphere to something almost magical. Thing is though, the steel cuffs around my wrists aren’t at all about that magical, ‘Deck the Hall,’ cheer. They prefer sucker punches of ball-busting reality and the...

Added 11 Dec 2016 | Category Humor | Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.76 | Views 3,803 | 14 Comments

Editor's Pick A Scarred Wonderland

I. Giant, multicolored sails litter the rolling turquoise waves of the Pacific. From this distance, they’re like flecks of paper mache swaying back and forth in the wind, waving little goodbyes as they drift farther and farther out. There’s a hard metallic clank as the hatch locks into place. “All set,” a twanging southern voice calls out. In the mirror, a slim shape in a tank top...

Added 19 Apr 2015 | Category Hardcore | Votes 20 | Avg Score 5 | Views 14,031 | 20 Comments

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