Luka Marks
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One Last Gaze
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was another man’s face, sharp featured and gaunt. The absence of light in the living room cast the reflection amongst shadows, darkness filling each deep, concaved crevasse of the face. His sunken eyes swallowed by black waters, only the smallest of piercingly bright white dots peered out from his sockets. He stared back at me. His expression vacant, cold and unsettling. I swallowed when I saw this face; it was the first of many that began to appear in place of my own six months ago. It frightened me the first time I saw it, and it frightened me now.
By Luka Marksabout a year ago in Horror
A Space Pirate's Life For Me
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But as I saw each and every last one of their stupid faces—wide-eyed and jaws-dropped—in complete and utter terror moments before their ship exploded, all I could hear in my head above my uncontrollable, love-of-chaos-induced laughter was the blissful music-to-my-ears of what I imagined their petrified voices would've sounded like screaming.
By Luka Marks2 years ago in Futurism
Called Me Home
My eyes blinked open. I don't think I was asleep; it was more like I was awakening back to reality from a daydream. But I don't remember what I was thinking about. I just came to, and I was sitting on a train. By myself. On a front-facing, maroon-colored seat. And I hadn't the slightest clue why I was there. I don't remember getting on a train, nor could I think of what reason I could possibly have had to get on one. I drive everywhere.
By Luka Marks2 years ago in Fiction