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Continue readingmark a. rayner: The Santa Division
Nick was tired of the disintegrations. He’d wanted to be the Chief Claus Officer (CCO) of The SANTA Division since he’d joined the organization back… The post The Santa Division appeared first on mark a. rayner.
Continue readingmark a. rayner: The Ruins
Life and death were in the ruins. The old cottage was filled with a riot of primal green ferns and stinging nettles. The only bright… The post The Ruins appeared first on mark a. rayner.
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Continue readingmark a rayner: Clown Apocalypse – the first flash fiction
Years later, the survivors discovered the Bozo Virus got its start at Escola de Clown de Girona, near the end of semester. The “Esclowna” was… Continue ReadingClown Apocalypse – the first flash fiction
Continue readingmark a rayner: New Fiction: Empty Space Times Two
This piece is probably the most straight-up sentimental thing I’ve ever written, but I’m quite chuffed to join the ranks of the writers who have been published by The Saturday Evening Post. (That includes, you guessed it, my literary hero, …
Continue readingmark a rayner: Doug the neurotic invents a corollary on his daily commute
Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m freaking out. I ate at Wendy’s last night, and then I’m reading the paper today — yeah, like I do everyday on the bus — and so I’m reading the paper, and what do I see? Bird Flu! There was another breakout of bird flu
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It wasn’t always so easy. There used to be an anger in him. An emptiness that nothing could fill … nothing material anyway. He fell through time and space, and into a kind of dream. And it seemed as though … Continue reading →
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