Mark Nero

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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ā€œMonte Carloā€ by Mark Nero

There are many casinos in the world but none that felt as special as ā€˜le Casino de Monte-Carloā€™. The exterior could be described as classically beautiful and palatial, while the interior envelopes you in elegance and sophistication. Being close to the Italian border, it received a fair share of the wealthy patrons from both France and Italia. Not including the international jet-setters ...

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ā€œWhat's New?ā€ by Mark Nero

Itā€™s funny how things constantly change. Even if they donā€™t seem toā€¦ For instance, if you place a teacup on a table, go away for a few hours, then return to see if it had moved, you wouldnā€™t see any change in location. However, as the world had spun around a certain distance on its axis, while revolving around the sun, which itself is spinning around the Milky way, you could say that it had moved! Sorry a...

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ā€œCome Fly With Meā€ by Mark Nero

Wowā€¦ ā€˜I canā€™t believe Iā€™m finally doing thisā€™, I said to myself, while I sat in the cramped window seat of a plane heading to Sydney, Australia! I thought Iā€™d be clever and learn how to say ā€˜Gā€™day, mate!ā€™ with an Australian accent but the more I tried the worse I sounded. Charleston airport was quieter than I thought it would be, considering all the shenanigans on the news, so it didnā€™t ta...

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ā€œThe Ballad Of Carlo And Flaviaā€ by Mark Nero

They say that smell can unlock forgotten memories of childhood, beautiful holidays or special events and I agree with that, wholeheartedly. Especially when it comes to the smell of food. Growing up in the little town of Indiana Pennsylvania, I experienced a typical American childhood. Even though my parents were originally Italian, I learned to speak Italian at a young age so I could converse with my gra...

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ā€œWhere Am Iā€ by Mark Nero

Where am I? It seemed to be a question that I had asked myself a lot lately but in different contexts. One of the last times I had asked myself this question, was while walking out of the Parklea Correctional Center. A.K.A, Parklea Jail. I wanted to know where I was in my own life, because living as a criminal didnā€™t get me far but at this moment, I wanted to know where I wasā€¦ ā€˜geographicallyā€™. ...

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ā€œFake Newsā€ by Mark Nero

I donā€™t knowā€¦ Sometimes, I think that the more society progresses, the further behind we actually retreat. We have so much information at our fingertips, and we have become dumber for it. Growing up in the seventies and eighties, I remember that if I needed to know something for school or whatever, I would refer to the Encyclopedia Britannica or a similar publication to get the answersā€¦ t...

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ā€œA Crack In Timeā€ by Mark Nero

Another dayā€¦ another tax dollarā€¦ I thought to myself, as I boarded the cramped train on my way to work. Being an accountant for a law firm was ironic, as I was constantly in control of millions of dollars but none of it was mine. Our offices in the Sydney CBD, were opulently decorated and a very nice place to work in. Especially as we were located on the twentieth floor of an Art Deco building, with amazing view...

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ā€œAll In The Familyā€ by Mark Nero

Gee, I hate turbulenceā€¦ Whether it be on a plane or any type of turmoil between people or families, which is ironic considering my occupation. I did what I did, not because I liked it but because I was good at doing itā€¦ and it paid a lot. Turbulence is also a great equalizer within planes, as first-class passengers like me, are shaken as hard as those in economy. The last little shake woke...

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ā€œA Knight To Rememberā€ by Mark Nero

Birds chirpingā€¦ Did I leave the sleep soundtrack on all night again? The sound of the wind blowing through the treesā€¦ While half asleep, I tried to recall which of my sleep app soundtracks was based on forest sounds. I knew one was by a babbling brook and another had the sound of cicadas but just as I heard the wind againā€¦ I felt it. It wa...

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ā€œMessage In A Bottleā€ by Mark Nero

Iā€™ve never been someone that was appreciative of advice or readily open to suggestions. My friends would say that I gave stubborn people a bad name, but I donā€™t know why. Friends and family expect this of me and Iā€™m grateful that they still love and tolerate me, anyway. I was thinking about this particular trait, while digging up the driveway of my old family home. My parents still lived there, and they a...

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ā€œA Critical Errorā€ by Mark Nero

Being a food critic is often a thankless and tedious undertaking and sometimes, I just couldnā€™t be bothered doing my job. There have been nights when all I wanted to do was sit in front of my TV in my pajamas with a pizza and not an artisanal or authentic pizza, either! Iā€™m talking, Pizza Hut or Domino's or any ā€˜stuck to the cardboardā€™, delivered by Uber Eats, cold by the time it gets to me, pizza! Obviou...

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ā€œThe Diary Of Jack Simmonsā€ by Mark Nero

01/01/1978Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Dear Diary,My name is Jack Simmons, and this is my first entry, ever! Iā€™m not sure what to get out of writing in a diary but my mum gave it to me, and she said it was fun to do. Anyway, I have a few new years resolutions that Iā€™m sure that Iā€™ll deny making later in the year but one of my ā€˜realā€™ resolutions, is to make my parents buy me a ten-speed racing bike. Just like my next-door neighbor's. His name is Timmy and he let me ride it. I know that I live on a...

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ā€œRegret Is A Four Letter Wordā€ by Mark Nero

Regret. Regret is one of those crappy feelings that we could really do without or at least, have it last for only a short period of time, right? Lucille Ball was quoted saying ā€˜Iā€™d rather regret the things Iā€™ve done than regret the things I havenā€™t doneā€™. Itā€™s similar to what people say before their pending death, especially when it involves people. Why canā€™t we see clearly enough to avoid...

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ā€œChocolate Heartā€ by Mark Nero

Itā€™s funny what can be found in old attics when you are a new homeowner and especially in the attics of really old homes. There could be rags or richesā€¦ Gold or garbage but what there would always be an abundance of memories. I was recently divorced and had decided to move to the country, in the attempt to leave a horrid part of my past behind. My ex-wife and I didnā€™t have any children, unless you counte...

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ā€œSnake Eyes And The Coltā€ by Mark Nero

The year was eighteen eighty-four and I had just ridden out of Bismarck, heading toward Lawrenceville, North Dakota, which was a good dayā€™s ride. I had been appointed sheriff, as their previous one had a heart attackā€¦ as a result of it being filled with lead. Actually, there had been a string of attacks on my predecessors and I would be the fifth sheriff in the last two years. My superiors had finally un...

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