Stories tagged “Mark”
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On the Subject of the Morning After
“No,” said Seb. “There’s much more to life than just sleeping around.” “You’re right,” Mark replied, smiling. “There’s sneaking out before they wake up again.” He took a sip of his pint....
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Drink Responsibly
Seb breathed his coffee in deeply, smiling. Conversely, Mark was eying his coffee with a degree of suspicion and disgust. In all fairness Mark had said he wasn’t into coffee, but Seb had grown tired of their pub conversations. He felt that as the...
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The Doom That Came To Dinner
“I’ve been reading the Necronomicon,” said Mark, examining with great curiosity the sushi dish that had been placed on the table in front of him. He’d never seen sushi before, and he wasn’t sure whether to eat it or dissec...
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Jester's Mark
Onward and onward his wayward legs carried him, undoubtedly scared out of their mind by the fairly hefty guards who seemed to be following him. The man in the red and gold mask of the sun thought for a moment. He always got himself into these situation...
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Mark in 10 Words
The story of how Jesus redeemed mankind, for Roman audiences.
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The Boyfriend Scenario
Mark had often described women as “stunners” but this was the first time he had actually been stunned into silence by an attractive woman. She sat across the pub, drinking very little and looking beautiful. In fact he’d been so transf...
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It Takes Courage to be Truthful
Mark found himself inside a strange church. Only a few dim candles offered meager light. This was exactly what he needed, a place to be anonymous, a place where sins wouldn’t be fully exposed but instead shrouded in protective shadows. The big ma...
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Chivalry, While Appreciated, is Not Always Necessary
The bed bounced, springs squeaking under the rhythmic motion that was constantly changing, speeding up, then slowing down before speeding up again. Breathy gasps punctuated with moans that verged on whines followed the rhythm of the bed. “Oh! Oh ...
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Seb & Mark in: Two Things Are Inevitable
Whatever alkhemy Seb used to convince Mark to go to an art gallery had worked, and they were now looking at a painting of a dog looking mournfully at a kite. This is it, he thought. This is where our friendship expands beyond simple pub philosophizing ...