About MadMartigan


I Am Legend.

Nah, I'm not as cool as Will Smith.

As Jay McInerney once said of Kurt Vonnegut, I am a "satirist with a heart, a moralist with a whoopee cushion, a cynic who wants to believe."

Baseball (love it to death)
Favorite Books:
Name of the Wind
A Prayer for Owen Meany.
Tokyo Vice
I Lost My Love In Baghdad
Pretty much anything fantasy related. Occasionally the good SciFi tale.
The Ketty Jay Series (think Firefly, in book format. Ridiculously awesome.)
Favorite Authors:
Rober Frost poetry
Robert Jordan
Brandon Sanderson
Jake Adelstein


"And so a difficult truth about human courage was played out. A truth we resist for what it suggests about our lives. Sometimes the most gallant actions, those requiring a summoning of all our will, access to bravery beyond easy understanding or description . . . have no consequence that matters. They leave no ripples upon the surface of succeeding events, cause nothing, achieve nothing. Are trivial, marginal. This can be hard to accept." Guy Gavriel Kay

"It can be a terrible curse for a man to get everything he ever dreamed of. If the shining prizes turn out somehow to be empty baubles, he’s left without even his dreams for comfort." GGK
Favorite Movies:
The Sting (And really, anything with Robert Redford in it)
Silver Linings Playbook
Dark Knight Trilogy
The Saint
Cabin In The Woods
O' Brother Where Art Thou


So You Think You Can Dance (My one guilty pleasure I'll admit on here. What of it?)
Master Chef
Battlestar Galactica
Favorite Music:
The Dave Matthews Band
Mumford and Sons
Paul Simon
Billy Joel
Elton John
Boy & Bear
The Shins

I'm very particular about what I like, but I like at least something from "almost" all genres. I loathe country (outside of the master, Johnny Cash) and that teenage pop crap the mainstream radio stations play.


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Stories Published By MadMartigan All Stories »

Last Stop Bubbles: A Lost Blondie-Verse Tale, Part One

I. Prison Blues and Familiar Faces Buzzed in and buzzed out, Cameras tracking shadow with Glass eye and red blinking light One last fuck-up, one lapse in judgment To send black ass back under boot of man. No luck, no attempt, Just shuffling feet. Trading orange jumpers for denim and whites, A pair of Jordan’s no memory of owning, There’s a pocket worth of change and a broken watch,...

Added 24 Jun 2017 | Category Hardcore | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 23 | 1 Comment

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

Recommended Read The Dark Necessities of a Lonesome Chameleon

The Black Keys thunder from pulsating speakers as Rex scorches us across a parched stretch of desolation. Madness glints in his eyes as he ups the volume and floors the accelerator, pushing the jittery needle past eighty-eight. The engine spits and roars. In the mirror I see a cloud of black exhaust streaming from the ass end of the restored Tradesman. The imagery has me reminiscing of...

Added 23 Feb 2017 | Category Hardcore | Votes 20 | Avg Score 4.94 | Views 3,353 | 19 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 19 | Avg Score 4.79 | Views 2,592 | 15 Comments

Recommended Read Hat Tricks and Firecracker

“Yo, Dex. Ain’t no time to be drowning in misery, man. So you couldn’t pull it out. You’re what, eighteen? Barely outta high school and on the biggest sporting stage in the world. Shit. It took me longer than that to finally make it here.” I look over at Jamal, proudly displaying three bronze medals. He’s giving me a confused look, as if I should be happy just making it to Rio. I’m not....

Added 28 Aug 2016 | Category Seduction | Votes 20 | Avg Score 5 | Views 2,636 | 13 Comments

The Syncopated Rhythm of the Loa's Kiss

The Old Absinthe House is dead. The French Quarter is a cemetery. The bar’s doors are thrown open to the elements and a gentle breeze drifts in with the dancing notes of a street corner clarinetist. I recognize the tune, but it takes a second to place it. I remember a Janjaweed commander who wore out an old vinyl record during an impromptu interview. Sidney Bechet. ‘Blues in Thirds.’...

Added 16 Jun 2016 | Category Supernatural | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 1,811 | 10 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 21 | Avg Score 5 | Views 13,147 | 20 Comments

Recommended Read Fever Dream

Rich shades of orange and yellow flames flicker and crackle, their chaotic dance sending waves of soothing heat over my naked body. It’s a small comfort, but only just. I’m bound and blindfolded next to the fire, cold metallic cuffs locked loosely about my wrists, my slim arms stretched above my head to dangle helplessly, but not uncomfortably so. I can hear my heart in my ears,...

Added 22 Jan 2015 | Category Lesbian | Votes 18 | Avg Score 4.78 | Views 4,237 | 16 Comments

Black Bottle Blues

I never really planned on spending my last few hours on this fucked up planet in another pub, an empty .45 colt on the dark cherry wood of the bar, a half drunk bottle of whiskey shining in the dim light, five years sober down the can. The bartender had nearly pissed himself when I sauntered in. All right, it was more like stumbling in. Blame it on the holes leaking shiny red stuff all...

Added 18 Jun 2014 | Category Supernatural | Votes 20 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 2,197 | 20 Comments

Recommended Read Carnie Tales In Technicolor

I never imagined working at a carnie, joining the ranks of society’s oddballs: the clowns, the “mystics”, the giants and dwarfs, and the creepy redheaded puppeteer twins. But here I am, looking ridiculous in a straw fedora, a big red bow tie, and old-timey suspenders; a vision cut from the 50s, celebrating the end of summer, fireworks painting the midnight sky with thunderous bursts of...

Added 06 Apr 2014 | Category Flash Erotica | Votes 22 | Avg Score 4.95 | Views 2,216 | 21 Comments

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