dirtman
Profile
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.
Groups
dirtman is a member of Pulp Noir, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Writer’s Green Room, Twisted Tales and WMG.
Writing
The things are also people
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.…
Dead Harvey
“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.&…
Bird, flipped.
“I hope you do stay that way, you ungrateful little shit,” she’d said, and that was that.
The Still - extended play
“I’ve got something that’ll interest you, Mint,” he said. / The Mint arched an eyebrow.
Information Underload (1)
“You can’t borrow that,” she said. “It doesn’t fit your profile. Go and find something that does. Or the door.”
The Still
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.
