Marc Wilks

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

Stories (9)

9 Stories

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“Grand Old Time” by Marc Wilks

Submitted to Contest #234

The truck’s engine roared as Brent pushed the accelerator to the floorboard. He looked in the rearview mirror, and although he could no longer see the vehicle pursuing him, the cloud of dust made it clear that the chase was still on. I can’t believe this is happening, he thought. Brent looked at the flatscreen in the dashboard. The GPS told him that the border was eleven miles away. He sh...

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“True To Form” by Marc Wilks

Submitted to Contest #234

I never thought that I would be back in this town. But here I am, driving down the main street of Billings, Georgia, heading to the same bar we snuck into in high school. I could close my eyes and not miss one turn or stop light. That is how much this town has not changed. The same people are walking the same streets, working the same jobs, and discussing the same things. Don't get me wrong, it’s not all bad. Bil...

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“Winter's Gift” by Marc Wilks

Submitted to Contest #229

The office was in absolute chaos. People ran in all directions, trying to complete weeks of work in two days. Not only that, but the mother of all snowstorms would be overhead in less than twelve hours. “I should have left yesterday,” Alex Nelson said to himself. “But no, I had to be nice and help settle the Stafford account.” Alex shook his head and concentrated on finishing the last of his correspondence...

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“Not This Again” by Marc Wilks

Submitted to Contest #226

Greg Everett looked at his dashboard clock and nodded. He was only ten minutes from his uncle’s house. I’m well ahead of schedule, he thought. Dinner was due to start at three-thirty. Greg would get there just after two o’clock. He upshifted to go around a slow-moving truck, then shot past it. Greg took great pleasure in driving his Porsche. He rarely got to open it up like this. The wind rushed ...

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“Those Who Wander” by Marc Wilks

Submitted to Contest #225

Carol shifted her nearly full shopping basket to her left hand.Annoyed, she looked around for her husband, Glenn.“Figures,” she muttered under her breath. Carol reached out with her free hand and picked up an oval wood-framed mirror. A sun and moon were etched in silver at the top and bottom of the frame. A tree and a sailing ship were on the left and right. “This is beautiful,” she said. “I’m surprised no one has bought it.”“Bought what,” Glenn asked as he approached her from behind.“Wh...

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“ Order Up” by Marc Wilks

Submitted to Contest #218

Ian nearly stopped in his tracks. The odor that had just wafted over him was one he had not absorbed for nearly twenty-five years. “It can’t be ” he said to himself. Picking up his pace, Ian used his phone to search nearby seafood restaurants. Discarding the more upscale results, he focused on three establishments. Two were within five blocks of one another and relatively close to the tourist traps. The t...

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“Merciful Blade” by Marc Wilks

Submitted to Contest #217

Two months. That's how long Marcel and his company had been tracking the beast. Two months of following partial tracks and village gossip. They traveled through woods, across rivers, and over vast plains. After all that time and a chance encounter with a woman in Granholm, it was only now that Marcel stood at the entrance to the cavern where they were told they would find the monster they sought. Marcel Travers looked ov...

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“Shaken But Solid” by Marc Wilks

Submitted to Contest #216

Delvin Carter was sweating as he made his way through the crowds. His perspiration was due to more than the summer heat. He hated crowds. Bad things happened when large groups of people gathered. Delvin had learned that the hard way.No matter how many times I say I’m not doing this again, he thought, here I am again.A young woman gripped his hand.“This is going to be so much fun,” she said. “I can’t wait for the fireworks.”Delvin forced a smile and...

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“Destiny Delayed” by Marc Wilks

Submitted to Contest #211

This work contains mentions of slavery and violence associated with the practice. Two men jogged into the manor house to escape the raging storm. They had ridden their horses to near exhaustion, and both the men and their mounts were looking forward to being warm and dry. “Ronald, I have not seen a storm like this since we were on Jamacia.” “I can agree with that, Adam. We n...

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Author bio

I have always loved reading. Like many others here, it was that love that got me into writing. I have published two books and look to publish two more in the near future. My goal here is to connect with other authors and to enjoy their creations as I hope they will enjoy my own.