Given the accuracy of the maxim that if you’re a writer, you write, and converting (against all the rules of logic, that unfaithful hussy) that to say that if you write, you’re a writer, well I’m a writer some of the time and a scientist the rest of the time. I’m not much of a one for the making of the pictures, but I certainly appreciate those who are.
dirtman is a member of Pulp Noir, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Writer’s Green Room, Twisted Tales and WMG.
I’m still pretty new here on Cen, and I’ve never actually spoken to a squp before. They look friendly enough – which is probably why the dracs took over their planet in about a week.…
“I’m sorry I put you away, Harvey,” I whispered, and in that moment, faced with this sad, wrecked memory of a man, I meant it. “But you shouldn’t have done what you did.&…
“I hope you do stay that way, you ungrateful little shit,” she’d said, and that was that.
“I’ve got something that’ll interest you, Mint,” he said. / The Mint arched an eyebrow.
“You can’t borrow that,” she said. “It doesn’t fit your profile. Go and find something that does. Or the door.”
JJ’s successor was a kid on the edge. The still’s keepers were all like that—sitting outside the hierarchy, with a deal for everyone.