London torn. Night and day. Sinners and angels. Debut novel by Mark A. King, available now
Some of my short stories, as entered for competitions.
A Prayer on All Hallows Eve I am but a man of weakness, frailty and betrayal. I kneel before Him, my cassock rumpled up as a sea of fabric against the shore of my weekend knees. I adjust my dog-collar with my rosary beads hanging off my clasped hands, like a modern-day rapper’s bling. I’ve …
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+ Include Surgery ReignBow Red bulbous noses, menacing clowns, harlequin hats and jesters dance in his hallucinations now. Orange doctors speak of complications of surgery and difficult times ahead. Five minutes here, five minutes there, then jocular chats about rounds of golf and luminous-orange spray tan top-ups. Yellow jaundice creeps across his skin and eyes …
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+ Include Surgery An aspirin a day keeps the doctors away They’d tried everything. Sharp syringes containing liquid colours from Barbie-pink to camouflage-green. Foul smelling pastes. Tablets they stuck places that tablets shouldn’t be stuck. Even surgery. Through their clumsy yellow spacemen suits and Vader masks, they muffled words at me. They said I had …
Week Two of Micro Bookends, and my final submission (sadly). Face battered and numb. His bloodied hands almost fractured; skin rips as it’s shed from glove. He has seen this moment. He has seen every moment. He’s like a writer at keyboard, perfect plot in mind. He has smelled dankness of old sweat. He has …
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So, Micro Bookends was a new Flash comp launched in October. I loved the concept. A photo prompt. A mandatory first and last word (hence the bookends). A word limit. Mega hard - but highly enjoyable. This was the very first week. First, we will fight them on the beaches. That’s what he thought he …
The image was one of a chain hanging on some railings (click the link below to see the prompt). Three lines is the requirement (which is kinda hard as width of screens varies). Iron fangs protrude from the Tower, death’s doorway is Traitor’s Gate. Chained political enemies, innocents and monarchs; their blood colours stone. Now the tourists, …
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Metropolitan Dreams 