London torn. Night and day. Sinners and angels. Debut novel by Mark A. King, available now
Dice Man How do you fix a blunder of global proportions? Life was good. Fine wine and dry shelter. Camaraderie so great that we would happily die for each other. Now I sit and roll the dice in my palms pitted with callouses and scars – wounds inflicted by others, and shamefully, by myself. I …
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Voices Our voices remained muffled until first gunfire. Our voices drowned now by the factory machines, by the rumble of ploughs, by the roughened edges of endless laundry. Our voices are in our heads; our opinions are soundless echoes of inequality and hardship whispered in the shadows of our mind. I see it in the …
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Metropolitan Darkness “I have watched attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion,” the charismatic Replicant says on the large LCD screen. From the Kinect senor, I watch the friends, their gormless faces and silly hats illuminated in harsh TV ghost-light. I have been calling them to me since the Nordic ships, since the …
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A look. A touch. She has seen him in a thousand dreams. He is nothing without her. He is the creamy white of empty space. She has given everything up for him. Her family are half-remembered as megapixels on a digital-camera. Her ribs jut against her anaemic skin like frigid waves. Her friends detest what …
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Z-A of an Apocalypse Zedonk once roamed the savannah. Yet we ignored their extinction, like our own. Xyster winds scrapped soil from land, like flesh from bone. We watched oil tankers turn to rust on the sand dunes of London. Voices of nature, whispered then screamed. Muffled by our greed. Useless products filled our homes …
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Three Mothers I have two mothers. The first is Mum, who dabs crumpled tissues on her eyes. She goes places to hide her weeping for my pain, for my future; but I can always tell. When she returns, her smile is too false and eyes too darkened. The second is Mother Nature, for when Mum …
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The Sirens of Europa …and so I find myself with a difficult choice to make. Nestled between the hulking cookies ‘n’ cream swirling skies of the Jovian overlord and the fragile crackle-glaze ice-moon of Europa, I watch, monitor and wait. Despite the rewards, NASA couldn’t afford the mission. It was paid for by the 1% …
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St. Valentine’s Day Massacre Always the same. I should’ve prepared. It’s not like they didn’t tell me. As soon as the turkey curry repeated on me, they were festooning the shops with the gaudy red, the hearts and the semi-naked cupids. Get ready, Clive, they shouted. Yet, I waited. Maybe I’m a visionary. A modern-day …
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In the Blink of an Eye Blink| Slushy darkness punctured by brutal light. Blurs. Muffled sounds. Swaddling. Mamma’s warm milk |Blink Blink| The circling bird above the spire. The rejoicing sound of Sunday bells callin’ ‘cross stubble-fields. My Sunday-best fabric twirls in the playful glow of stained-glass light |Blink Blink| Christmas. A glittering present box …
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Metropolitan Dreams 