D.P. Martin
Bio
D.P. Martin began writing a first novel in third grade - and had it survived mom's cleaning habit, it would certainly have been a number one best seller. D.P. calls New Hampshire home, raising one son and three hyperactive cats.
Stories (14/0)
The Sound
How it has tried, but my tortured, everlasting soul cannot forget that sound. I had been living in the house for almost two years without any issue more dire than the shower water running cold just a little bit too quickly for my comfort. I loved the house. I felt entirely comfortable residing there. Then there was the sound, and in one moment my whole life, and everything I believed about death, suddenly changed for all time.
By D.P. Martin2 years ago in Horror
I am Such a Lucky Man
I'm 87 years old, and I find myself waking up for the last time. I'm in a far-too bright hospital suite, and let me just say that even in 2055, the annoying beep-beep machines and clear bags of fluid hanging from sterling hooks still decorate these places. Once upon a time I was young and strong, but now I'm tired. I exist in weakness. And now as I remember where I am, when I am, and even what I am, I know that in just a little while, I’ll stop being. My breathing has changed. My expiration date is here, I think. It won't be long before I finally see what comes next. If anything.
By D.P. Martin2 years ago in Fiction