Sean M Tirman
Bio
Based in San Diego, California, Sean M Tirman works as an editor for an online men’s magazine by day and delves into esoteric fiction by night. He lives with his beloved wife, two tiny spoiled dogs, and an ancient toothless cat.
Stories (7/0)
Valley of the Bull
As the sunlight crested over the valley’s edge, its warm rays and bright light fell upon a dark figure in the center of a large pasture. The figure stirred, first failing to turn away from the intruding sun and then lengthening in a deep stretch, welcoming the new day.
By Sean M Tirman3 years ago in Fiction
Costa Valiente
It took all of three hours for my father to round up each and every one of Costa Valiente’s fishermen in the village square. Many of them came prepared, harpoons and nets already in hand, but all of them looked angry, practically frothing at the mouth.
By Sean M Tirman3 years ago in Fiction
An Impossible Job for the Worst Crew Imaginable
Everything went exactly according to plan. Better than, actually. We even pulled it all off with time to spare. And that meant there wasn’t anyone on our trail. We were getting off scot-free -- most of us with the biggest score of our lives. A life-changing amount of cash.
By Sean M Tirman3 years ago in Fiction
Small Portions for Wealthy People
I know what I did, and I know why I did it. There wasn’t a good reason, and it certainly wasn’t worth it. For it, I was sentenced to be hanged -- an archaic and perhaps brutal punishment, but no less my accepted fate. It is what I deserve.
By Sean M Tirman3 years ago in Fiction
Schrodinger’s Cake
La Mort par Le Chocolat, the clandestine bakery and chocolatier hidden somewhere amongst the mountains and forests outside of Seattle, Washington had a multi-year waiting list just for an opportunity to walk in the door. And that list was comprised only of those fortunate enough to have been referred by another customer. Worse still, being granted entry did not guarantee that you’d walk out with even a nostrilful of the shop’s sickly-sweet confections. In fact, the vast majority of those that entered the tiny edifice left empty-handed. Of course, this only served to further La Mort par Le Chocolat’s perplexing mythos and stratospheric demand.
By Sean M Tirman3 years ago in Fiction
The Escape Room
Built sometime in the early 1900s, the old barn on the Cook family farm was already in bad shape some twenty years ago when we first discovered it. Lizzie’s parents must have known it was on the property, but they never mentioned it. They probably didn’t want us getting ourselves into trouble. And, judging by the building’s poor condition, that was the right call. Still, they should have expected that we’d find it eventually. And we did, one balmy summer evening with the smell of backyard barbecues on the wind and the glow of lightning bugs flickering through the long grass.
By Sean M Tirman3 years ago in Fiction
The Burning Fields
They don’t tell us who it is we’re burning. They just bring the bodies by the truckload and dump them here for us. My fieldmate — Pox, he likes to be called — thinks of them like photographs; snapshots of who they were before they expired. We make up stories for them sometimes, dreaming up what kinds of people they were and what they had accomplished.
By Sean M Tirman3 years ago in Fiction
