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Mark Linsky

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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Big Red

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #309

Lucas, John and me was coming up Highway 99 after one hell of a weekend in L.A. where we celebrated Lucas’s getting off parole after doing twenty months in Chino for nearly killing a man in a bar fight. Good time though we’d had, before we started north we told Lucas this was our last ride with him. John and me realized the time has come to quit being One-Percenters with all the hard drugs and fighting and busts that come with the territory. The three of us had become bros in a club not as famous as the Angels or Mongols but just as wild. We...

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The Real Hitler Diaries

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #299

Author’s note: For those not old enough to remember the 1980’s, one of the most astonishing events of that decade was the discovery of diaries kept by Adolph Hitler. Stern Magazine, Newsweek and the Sunday Times in London all planned to serialize and publish and were prepared to hand over millions of dollars to the man who found them. There was one problem though: The diaries were fake, forged by a petty but talented criminal by the name of Konrad Kujau. Well respected experts enthusiastically endorsed the find before some finally recognized...

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the outcasts of granny flats

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #288

The Outcasts of Granny Flats                                                             An Original Story                      &nbs...

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The Poor Thief

Mark Linsky

   Pierre Le Gran was a starving but brilliant young man living on the outskirts of Paris.  Desperation and abject poverty had driven him to make a decision to improve his life by turning to a life of crime--  a single crime-- that would change everything.  He was determined to pull off the greatest art heist in history, more daring than the 1966 Old Masters robbery in London, more brilliant than the loss of Klimt art in Italy, even more breathtaking than the kidnapping of the Mona Lisa in 1911. He wou...

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The Trial of Big Bill Gantz

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #204

                                 The Trial of Big Bill Gantz When he looked down from the stage, all Horace saw were the shadowed heads of horses off in a hollow below the roadway, a sunken area given over to sagebrush and weeds. There were no riders to be seen, no movement save for the  fluttering of horse manes as the animals danced a little against one another...

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Take It Off

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #199

                                            One Hot Night     Carolyn Wellsley Bochar was the  richest  woman  on the Cap d’ Azure. She was able to lay claim to the title thanks to the genius and wealth of her late husband Norman who knew a great deal about fine wine, valuable re...

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Eight Nights of Arnold

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #178

                                     Eight Nights of Arnold A note: Sari said I had to include the following definitions if I was really going to tell you all about what happened over Hanukkah. So here goes: Shamas—Hanukkah candle that lights the other candles in the menorah. Challah—Jewish egg bread.  Mensch---A real man Latkes---Potato pan...

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The Gift of Maggie

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #173

                                 The Gift of  Maggie                          (With apologies to O. Henry) Author’s Note: Nobody told a tale with a twist better than O.Henry. His short story ‘The Gift of the Magi’ is a classic, ...

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Packwood

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #159

                                        Packwood     Bogie (Full name William Bogart and no relation to Humphrey) was an I.T. guy who had worked for Flame Optics since 2012 and had  moved up  the corporate food chain far enough so that he occupied a corner office with a view of Sixth Street. There was a big ...

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Plywood Walls

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #148

                                                Plywood Walls     I took it for as long as I could. So did Dean and Bob. But at last we had no choice but to head over to the property management office a few blocks down the beach where we laid it out: William was out of ...

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One Hot Night

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #145

                                            One Hot Night     Carolyn Wellsley Bochar was the  wealthiest woman residing on the Cap d’ Azure. She was able to lay claim to the title thanks to the genius and wealth of her late husband Norman who knew a great deal about fine wine, valuable re...

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The Real Hitler Diaries

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #139

CW: Satirical portrayal of Adolf Hitler and the Nazi regime, dark humor, and references to historical violenceThe Real Hitler DiariesAuthor’s note: For those not old enough to remember the 1980’s, one of the most astonishing events of that decade was the discovery of diaries kept by Adolph Hitler. Stern Magazine, Newsweek and the Sunday Times in London all planned to serialize and publish and were prepared to hand over millions of dollars to the man who found them.There was one problem though: The diaries were fake, forged by a petty but tal...

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Outcasts of Granny Flats

Mark Linsky

Submitted to Contest #137

                                 The Outcasts of Granny Flats                                                An Original Story    &n...

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Tell Us A Grotesquie

Mark Linsky

                                            Tell Us A Grotesquie    “Oh, injector, not yet!” Pleaded Moroga. “tell us a story before you turn down the illuminators.”     “Yes Injector,” Orlok chimed in from his pallet. “In fact, tell us a Grotesquie. You know how much I enjo...

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The Trial if Big Bill Gantz

Mark Linsky

                                 The Trial of Big Bill Gantz When he looked down from the stage, all Horace saw were the shadowed heads of horses off in a hollow below the roadway, a sunken area given over to sagebrush and weeds. There were no riders to be seen, no movement save for the  fluttering of horse manes as the animals danced a little against one another...

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