Mark Baxter

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2021

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“The Church of the Green Comet” by Mark Baxter

It was the Babylon Day party that started it all. If I hadn’t gone to Harry’s party marking five long, hard years since the events of Babylon Day, when the blackout started, I wouldn’t be writing this letter. But … But it was, after all, the fifth anniversary of the start of the blackout, w...

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“A Million Miles Between Us ” by Mark Baxter

A Million Miles Between Us Tim lay back in the oversized tub and let out a soft moan. The warm water felt good, but he still hurt everywhere. He glanced at the clock above him. “One more time,” he thought, with a sigh of resignation. He took several deep breaths, closed his eyes and let his head fall back, slipping beneath the surface. His head hit the bottom of the tub with a sof...

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“My Crazy Love Life” by Mark Baxter

There are certain words which, once uttered, may never be un-said. Certain words which are irrevocable. Phrases like, “I want a divorce,” or, “It’s not you, it’s me,” and “Wow, that’s an ugly baby!” … I could go on. On that particular morning, at the unholy hour of 3:00 A.M., the words that could not be un-said were, “Let’s go for a walk!” Immediately,  those words were heard, pro...

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“The Coveting ” by Mark Baxter

The Coveting I am a covetous thing; a ravenous thing. Right now, I am without form or substance, composed purely of need. I hunger for all that you are. I must become you. For creatures of such allure and beauty, you are so very fragile. For all that I am, at present, nothing more than a puff of cold, slightly colder than this winter night, even I remember the roaring vastness from whence ...

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“Sky's Edge” by Mark Baxter

Sky’s Edge Dear Catherine, The first thing we learn, when we go on the run, is to never ask questions. Questions are, after all, doorways. Those who are running away lock those doors behind them.

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“Tardy” by Mark Baxter

"WAIT!" Robin gasped, as she ran up the steep driveway. The massive oaken doors were already swinging ponderously shut. "Wait!" Robin's book bag banged against her hip, as she sprinted the last few yards. She desperately reached for the closing door, catching the handle in a hand slick with rain and sweat.

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“Sounds in a Vacuum” by Mark Baxter

“What’s that noise?” “What noise? Are you in or out?” I tossed my ante into the pot, and cocked my head, listening. “I don’t hear it” Kirsten replied, tossing in a chip. “Three, please.” ...

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“The Lilac Bush” by Mark Baxter

Being an only child is hard. Your parents are learning on the job. There are no siblings to blame for things. Being born blind adds another dimension to the experience. Still, it’s not as hard as you might think. When you’re a child, miracles are still possible. Imagination is still the key component in determining what you b...

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“Seventeen Seconds” by Mark Baxter

1. “Screw you, you old fart!” Zack threw his fork across the room. It bounced off his grandfather’s glasses, landing on the floor with a sound like an alarm bell. Megan burst into tears. Zack jumped to his feet, guilt at Megan’s distress further fueling his rage. “I’m going out with my friends! I’m not staying here for another one of your dinner sermons!” He wh...

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Author bio

After 20+ years as a wandering musician, I'm concentrating more on my writing. I live in Greeley, CO with my wife and our critters.