M.P.
@mphallan.bsky.social
Writer who argued with God and won. Upcoming novel How I Bartered with God is a darkly comic riff on faith, weddings & whiskey. Typewriter addict. Dive-bar connoisseur.
Find me here: https://michaelphallan.com/
Find me here: https://michaelphallan.com/
Dark enough to bite down and enjoy. Well done.
November 4, 2025 at 9:10 PM
Dark enough to bite down and enjoy. Well done.
Helped me out a bunch in just finding little treasure troves. Shit, might have even brought a smile to my face.
November 4, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Helped me out a bunch in just finding little treasure troves. Shit, might have even brought a smile to my face.
It's neat, but I ditched it for a Typewriter. Way better. Cool illustrations btw.
October 31, 2025 at 5:43 PM
It's neat, but I ditched it for a Typewriter. Way better. Cool illustrations btw.
Ay, pour me a glass and let me stab at it or read through it.
October 31, 2025 at 11:02 AM
Ay, pour me a glass and let me stab at it or read through it.
Testament that though you may both go through the same process, the end conclusion can be horrifyingly different.
October 30, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Testament that though you may both go through the same process, the end conclusion can be horrifyingly different.
This I want to see. Care to share?
Imagine being the turd that approved it, or likely worse: actively encouraged it.
Imagine being the turd that approved it, or likely worse: actively encouraged it.
October 30, 2025 at 5:46 PM
This I want to see. Care to share?
Imagine being the turd that approved it, or likely worse: actively encouraged it.
Imagine being the turd that approved it, or likely worse: actively encouraged it.
Let's christen the next one: Darren Woods with ExxonMobil.
The companies hold too much anonymity.
The companies hold too much anonymity.
October 30, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Let's christen the next one: Darren Woods with ExxonMobil.
The companies hold too much anonymity.
The companies hold too much anonymity.
I woke to the click-clack of my thoughts being wrenched from my skull and hammered onto the page, gouging out a memory until my brain rattled hollow.
The stranger’s laughter echoed in the emptiness he’d carved from me, leaving only ink-stained fragments where my mind once lived.
The stranger’s laughter echoed in the emptiness he’d carved from me, leaving only ink-stained fragments where my mind once lived.
October 30, 2025 at 5:41 PM
I woke to the click-clack of my thoughts being wrenched from my skull and hammered onto the page, gouging out a memory until my brain rattled hollow.
The stranger’s laughter echoed in the emptiness he’d carved from me, leaving only ink-stained fragments where my mind once lived.
The stranger’s laughter echoed in the emptiness he’d carved from me, leaving only ink-stained fragments where my mind once lived.
The absurdity of calling it a "small footprint". Good luck clacking out ‘seamless transition’ obituaries on that one.
October 30, 2025 at 5:25 PM
The absurdity of calling it a "small footprint". Good luck clacking out ‘seamless transition’ obituaries on that one.
Magical, you say? So, try this spell.
Plant your Underwood on a sticky bar counter, strangers staring like moths, a $0.99 cerveza at your elbow, and a mind swimming in cheap whiskey. Then listen to the click-clack.
The immersion is intense. What world are you building?
Plant your Underwood on a sticky bar counter, strangers staring like moths, a $0.99 cerveza at your elbow, and a mind swimming in cheap whiskey. Then listen to the click-clack.
The immersion is intense. What world are you building?
October 30, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Magical, you say? So, try this spell.
Plant your Underwood on a sticky bar counter, strangers staring like moths, a $0.99 cerveza at your elbow, and a mind swimming in cheap whiskey. Then listen to the click-clack.
The immersion is intense. What world are you building?
Plant your Underwood on a sticky bar counter, strangers staring like moths, a $0.99 cerveza at your elbow, and a mind swimming in cheap whiskey. Then listen to the click-clack.
The immersion is intense. What world are you building?
Jason's delivery is as flat as last week's Guinness.
'Real tears only, pal'.
Love me some good horror eulogy.
'Real tears only, pal'.
Love me some good horror eulogy.
October 30, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Jason's delivery is as flat as last week's Guinness.
'Real tears only, pal'.
Love me some good horror eulogy.
'Real tears only, pal'.
Love me some good horror eulogy.
Hence why I ditched the software and dusted off a typewriter, now, it's only the whiskey doing the talking to me, and the conversations are far more pleasant.
October 29, 2025 at 9:58 AM
Hence why I ditched the software and dusted off a typewriter, now, it's only the whiskey doing the talking to me, and the conversations are far more pleasant.
Closest they have come to is the Freewrite; I can't swear by it myself, but at least they tried.
October 28, 2025 at 7:50 PM
Closest they have come to is the Freewrite; I can't swear by it myself, but at least they tried.
Fair point. My Olivetti Lettera 32 and I have a noisy relationship, but those click-clacks are half the confession. A quick, lazy solution. Typewriter = book.
October 28, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Fair point. My Olivetti Lettera 32 and I have a noisy relationship, but those click-clacks are half the confession. A quick, lazy solution. Typewriter = book.