Dylan Martin

The Silence of Statues

Dylan MartinNovember 4, 2023

The mind can drift when it’s alone, both to greener pastures and darker shadows. For Scarlet, the silence was always greener. It was her safe space, her mind pa...

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A Not-So-Irish Exit

Dylan MartinAugust 26, 2020

It’s 10 o’clock and the party’s barely even started, but every minute of this conversation feels like another hour, and I fear that if I don’t get out of here s...

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A Tale Told by an Idiot

Dylan MartinJuly 13, 2020

ACT I An ordinary room. Midday. A friend waits as a writer enters. “Crap. Pure crap,” the writer says, tossing the thin stack of paper to the groun...

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