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Mark Leasure

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2023

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The Bad Trip or My Journey Through the Afterlife

Mark Leasure

Submitted to Contest #271

(Trigger Warning: Death and some violence)Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and all that jazz. I've been dead for at least an hour and for the life of me, I can't figure out what to do. Death didn't come with a user manual and I'm not convinced that my brain isn't desperately sending out last ditch waves and signals before it shuts off for good. I dropped acid two times when I was alive. The second time nothing happened, except I had a panic attack thinking about what could happen, because of what actually did happen the first time. That first t...

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Thunderstorms in Autumn

Mark Leasure

Submitted to Contest #270

If you could kill one person in the world and get away with it who would it be?Jay can't stop asking these stupid questions but right now I don't mind too much, right now I feel like a god. Steph's hair smells like vanilla and lavender. I know this because her head is on my chest. Her hands are soft and smooth, but her nails are long and sharp. I know this because every time lightning flashes outside she grabs my hand, and every time the thunder shakes the walls of the restaurant she squeezes tight and her nails dig in to my palm. Julien ans...

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The Last Laugh

Mark Leasure

Submitted to Contest #219

Trigger Warning: Mental Health and Depictions of Violence/Horror Devon didn’t regret punching the guard despite now knowing that he would probably die in solitary confinement. It had been at least two days now since anyone checked on him or brought him food. He no longer heard the rumbling of cell doors opening and closing, or the low hum of a group of inmates somewhere in the distance. He didn’t hear the clacking of boots as guards patrolled the corridor and he hadn’t heard any announcements over the PA. Either everyone had left or every...

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The Jumping Frog

Mark Leasure

Submitted to Contest #218

It was last Saturday evening. I had just arrived home after a long day of work. I detest Saturday work, especially Saturday work that is so dreadfully boring. Rest assured I would no longer be updating client contact information, and if Martin had any objections then he will receive more than half of my mind about how much of a pathetic, squirrely little man he is, and upon any further objection, I will use his head as a toilet scrubber. Anyway, my phone began to ring. It was Dalton. I answered."Hello Dalton""Hey man, come out with us tonigh...

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Under the Red Clock

Mark Leasure

Submitted to Contest #217

Andrew was desperately in love with Mateo, and it had only been nineteen days since they had first met in the quaint but bustling little deli that had just opened. Only nineteen days but it somehow felt like years. He rapped his fingertips across the top of the two person table, and stared up at the large red clock perched on the wall above it, the one they had eaten at together for eighteen previous days. Mateo was late and he was getting impatient and a little nervous. It was a little more than that though, it was desperation. Desperation ...

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