London torn. Night and day. Sinners and angels. Debut novel by Mark A. King, available now
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 …
It’s called a care home. It’s never been a home. Care is but a mission statement, a corporate philosophy, a paper-thin reassurance to those that need to believe, who need to trust. The worker straps a pirate hat to me. I’ve learnt not to struggle with them, but sometimes my mind is absent. I immediately …
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Two vials lay before me, the fate of Ireland in my hands.I guess it started in 1982, with that bloody awful Prince track, 1999.By Millennium Eve it was the theme tune. A party a thousand years in the making. Apocalypse – you’re having a laugh. Get the booze in! Have a few days off. Race …
“The Ambulance Chaser” by Mark A. King @Making_Fiction 358 Words The streets of London are paved in gold…or discarded kebab remnants, crushed super-strength cider cans and rat shit. My London is both of these things. This other London is something else. I walk along the Embankment. There are no cars. Bicycles rule this city. They …
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I'll get right to it...I won my first competition! It was based on the photo prompt, above - which I really struggled with I'm deliriously happy. I know it will seem a bit pathetic to some, but it means so much to me. I only started writing again with the aim of being able to dedicate …
“The Viaduct” @Making_Fiction 500 words The viaduct terrified me. Sure, the hostile natives scared me too. Their potbelly bodies, their raggedy clothes and their strange beliefs were uncouth, but they could not touch us outside their boundaries. Even in their lands, their primitive weapons were no match for our superior technology and intellect. My hands …
“To be alive…again” 158 words Billy relaxes on the barstool. The smell of freshly caught fish being untangled from fishing nets awakens slumbered memories. The bar overlooks the Suriname River, today, it’s the colour of liquid clay; its beauty is mesmeric. He promised himself he would enjoy every physical sense this time. Oh, to be …
The prompt (thunderstorm) and photo (the caves of Queen Tamar) were so good this week that I did two entries (I planned to enter other competitions for the first time this week, so wanted to cut back - thanks Flash! Friday 🙂 ) First one below... “Acceptance” @Making_Fiction 159 Words The caves contain secrets and …
“Plastic” 158 Words Waiting…watching…praying. Always praying. A few feet and a cosmos of emotion separate Maggie and Jim. The plastic box sits between them. Its power is all consuming; it is fear, contained. Extreme senses fill this cathedral of apprehension. Arid heat. Clinical smells. Harsh fluorescent lights; broken only by UV lamps and crayon-coloured wires. …
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160 Words. In the stench of the sweat-factories, she toils; she has always toiled. Here in the land of the free and the brave, she was born into servitude, like those before her. She yearns for the impossible: recognition, justice and freedom. Her unforgiving masters pay her nothing. She will be mercilessly beaten into …
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Metropolitan Dreams 