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Mark Wilson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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María-Teresa

Mark Wilson

Submitted to Contest #95

[ 6:57am - September, 2001 | Upper West Side, Manhattan, NYC ]"But I don't want to go to school today! Why should I be forced to do things that I just don't want to do? It's absurd! It's... counterintuitive!" she would declare, throwing the crisp woolen blanket over her head in protest. "They hate me. They all hate me, and I hate them all back!" she pouted, feeling her eyes begin to burn and swell. Her arms defiantly crossing her chest now, shielding her soul. Thoughts of Emily Dickinson fueling unseen crimson pools of vengeful imagination.S...

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Vespers

Mark Wilson

Submitted to Contest #94

TW: Verbal abuse [ Friday - October 28, 19xx | 6:38pm ] “Isn’t he so handsome, Marie?! And he’s only 2 weeks old! Mark Anthony Wilson!” Carol beamed. “You know, like the Emperor, Mark Anthony,” she continued, eyes locked lovingly on her infant son, but now darting-up smugly, to meet the ever-narrowing gaze of her teen friend. Desperately trying to smother an increasingly growing jealousy of the girl, Marie would inject. “I know girl, you said it like a million times already! Besides, I don’t think he was a King anyway. The real...

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Suffer the Child

Mark Wilson

Submitted to Contest #94

Lazily squinting, his eyes flutter than open to the realization that he was at least 2 stops further than he wanted to be, as he quickly reached-out to pull the cord, informing the City Bus driver that someone wanted to exit at the next stop.He stood and was already headed for the rear-exit, as the bus was coming to a slow, yet determined halt. As he pushed open the double doors and stepped out into the bone-chilling “Hawk” of a wind, he wondered if Michelle's father would still be awake. He was way too tired and emotionally drained for a co...

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Davey's Lesson

Mark Wilson

Submitted to Contest #93

[ North Carolina, USA | June 1976 ]“Davey-Boy! Don’t dawdle now! Come along and Hurry-up!”“Yes’ir! I’m coming Pa!” The boy screeched, as he raced and slid toward the giant Oak at full speed. He was of course, Richard Lee Petty, the best NASCAR driver of all time and he was rounding the last turn, of the last lap, at Charlotte Motor Speedway; ‘Come on Man, Let’s GO!’ he smiled between clenched-teeth, as the toes of his soft white canvas sneakers, dug into the North Carolina dirt. Dropping gears, he lowers his left sho...

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Gray Matters

Mark Wilson

Submitted to Contest #92

It seemed as if he’d been waiting forever already, and it had only been a little over an hour. It was 10:47pm according to the dim red glow of the digital clock radio on the nightstand. His hands were shaking like a leaf and his eyes were burning red with wretched tears, dilated and blurred at the pale-yellow disheveled light that lunged at him, as he blindly felt along the wall to find the small switch; it was surreal, as if he were walking through a waterfall of dancing shadow. As he reached for the sink to steady himself, h...

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