London torn. Night and day. Sinners and angels. Debut novel by Mark A. King, available now
So, how did my massive experiment with writing 50,000 words in a month go? It was, by all accounts, a great success. I am the proud owner of a shiny certificate, but, more importantly, I am the owner of a draft which totals more than half of a my second novel. A draft novel is …
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Fair Ray Tale of New York Your amber locks dance into the suburban New York skyline. I wipe the residue of accelerant from my hands and onto my grubby fatigues. Experience tells me the smells will linger under my fingernails for days to come. Your movement is that of a ghost, an apparition, a fair …
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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 …
Date nights are always the same. He sits. He mixes. He has incredible talent – just not enough. She looks over at him and knows she has won the last three hundred years of husband vs wife date night games. The hardest part is letting him come close, without making it obvious. She often considered …
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The day a dog fell from the sky By Mark A. King @Making_Fiction 359 Words Sputnik 2. November 3, 1957 Laika, has had many names. Kudryavka is was one, but there were others. She is young, yet has already lived two lives. Tightly restrained by chains, she can barely move in the container. She …
Horse Chestnut Avenue was awash with activity; the prim residents were in a state of unbecoming panic, uncharacteristic chaos and pantie-twisting kerfuffle. The imported German cars were safely harbored under the corrugated armor of the garages, protected from the miniature mines that rained down from the trees. Those bombs born of the soil and the …
Metropolitan Dreams 