Martin Short Novels & Stories

My stomach growled. Thanks to a freak accident in the kitchen this morning, I had no breakfast. I closed the laptop lid to consider my options, the energy and patience to deal with my colleague’s stares and murmurs today was at an all time low. I whisked out my phone from my bag and called Martin. Martin was a project partner from college who became a friend. He was on the school football team and was tipped to go pro. He transferred out of the school back to his home town when his mother fell sick to be closer by her side.

"I hate myself most days because I've gotten fat like my mother? I don't want anyone looking at me because all I see is condemnation and pity?" Making a sharp left turn, she let out a soft growl and pulled up to the shop. A little red truck was parked in the spot beside hers, the young guy she hired at the end of the summer a god-send. Martin was nineteen and had just graduated in May from Bar Harbor High, but he wasn't yet sure what he wanted to do with his life, so his parents gave him a year to figure it out. He would be forced to go to college the following year. She was happy to have him as long as he could stay.

Stopping, Rat pulls up his pants and says to Martin, “you a dead man.” Martin is bleeding as Larry observes the type of person Martin is. He thinks he is the perfect guy to recruit. The next day the 28s walk up to Martin, seeing the 27s is not around. Surrounding Martin. Rat tells him, “you will become my wife today.” Martin says, “no way,” as Rat grabs him by the throat and punches him through the face. “You will become my wife today,” as the other 28s hold him down and pull down his pants, Martin starts screaming. Larry, now fed up with this, walks up to Rat. The guy looks at Larry, who is twice his size, and says. “who are you? What do you want here?” Larry smiles and says, “he is with me

Chapter 23 One month later, I had another gig tonight with the band and Brandon's brother whom I am yet to meet. Currently, I’m waiting for Damien to come over and drive me to the venue but he is running late because of the traffic. Mark had already left with Ethan an hour ago because I refused to leave without Damien who always gets a little mad whenever Mark is around me, ever since that way he walked in on us, when I was suffering from cramps and Mark’s hand on my tummy. Damien might appear very gentle and calm but he sees Mark as a competition, which is totally uncalled for. No amount of reasoning could change his mind but that doesn't mean I like him any less, he's basically my favouri

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

He dropped onto the leather sofa, opened his laptop, hesitated—then pulled up the old college highlight reel he’d saved years ago and never deleted. Grainy footage. University pitch under gray skies. Damien, twenty-two then, captain’s armband, barking orders with that same low rasp. Then the camera panned to freshman Martin—eighteen, gangly but fast—slotting home his first senior hat-trick. Damien jogging over, clapping him hard on the back. The hand lingered a second too long, fingers curling briefly against Martin’s shoulder blade before pulling away. Martin’s throat closed. He slammed the laptop shut.

"Did you work here before Nelson retired? You must know him well." "I know him fairly well," Aidan answered, looking a bit regretful. "Everyone knows him. He's like the landlord of Bourdamun, so who wouldn't know him?” He chuckled after his somewhat awkward statement. When he realized I was curious about Nelson, he looked at me hesitantly, as if debating whether or not to tell me. "I was just curious. He’s such a resolute speaker." I smiled lightly, trying to ease his concerns. Only then did he tell me that the tall man was named Martin Terrell.

Oh, and the best one so far, I had a fight with Ashton and put a hex on the team before fleeing Chicago. Yeah, I guess I’m some sort of magical witch now. To make all of this oh so much better, Martin is an arrogant as*hole who definitely has an alcohol addiction and possibly even a drug addiction. I haven’t quite found proof of that one, but I’ve been working on it.

Unfortunately, the good mood didn't last long as an untimely voice interrupted. "Martin..."

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”