Alex Markham
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When in Tarragona, Do as the Romans Do
Fourteen thousand spectators are baying for blood as a gladiator stands over his defeated adversary. All eyes are fixed on Emperor Augustus. He stands with slow majesty, smooths down his white toga and lifts his right arm outwards. His hand is fisted, his thumb extended horizontally. He twists it up and then down a little. Teasing us.
Alex MarkhamPublished 13 days ago in WanderFinders Keepers
It goes without saying that being drunk, tired and lethargic on a wet winter night is not the recommended strategy for making an instant fortune. But it is how Robert Taylor did it. Maybe.
Alex MarkhamPublished 28 days ago in Fiction
The Little-Known Successful Relatives of Music Superstars
Many sons, daughters and siblings follow their famous relatives into the music industry without ever reaching the same level of stardom.
Alex MarkhamPublished about a month ago in Beat
Beware The Unweather
The final day of the year of our Lord 726AD was much like any other day. Across the Kingdom, scrawny chickens pecked at grubs in muddy village grounds, the border wars raged and a chilled north wind threatened the coming of the January unweather.
Alex MarkhamPublished about a month ago in Fiction
Solar-3
We touch down at 1469753.23. That's February 13th 2019, 04.47 in the local time measurement. More or less. There isn’t a direct correlation, what with the constraints of the space-time continuum and the physics of relativity.
Alex MarkhamPublished about a month ago in FictionUp On The Roof
Musically, Roadie Reg was tone-deaf and as creative as a plate of cold mince. He listened to hippy-dippy rock, had long lank hair and wore a Deep Purple tee-shirt. This all proved the point about his creativity.
Alex MarkhamPublished about a month ago in Fiction
School’s Out Forever
“I can smell burning.” My three bandmates sniffed the air around the assembly hall stage. “Maybe it’s the charred remains of the school dinners,”said Wayne, the lead singer.
Alex MarkhamPublished about a month ago in Fiction
The Mutinous Mule
I was a trained professional killer behind enemy lines. The lieutenant was not as convinced as the army's basic training unit that I was a well-honed fighting machine.
Alex MarkhamPublished about a month ago in Fiction
