Marc Quaranta
Bio
Video Production and Creative Writing major at Ball State University.
Published Fiction author - novels Dead Last series and Abilities series.
English and journalism teacher.
Husband and father.
Stories (28/0)
Abilities
In Italy, the temperature usually doesn’t crack 90 during the summer months, but the fall is typically a beautiful time of the year to travel. September begins the rainy months that last three or four months, but the temperature hovers around the 70s and the sights are beautiful. The hills come alive as vines burst with full ripe grapes and wineries prepare for harvest. All the while, olive trees are netted and thrashed to collect that year's crop. The afternoon showers are common, but the occasional storm may lull you to sleep.
By Marc Quaranta12 months ago in Fiction
Abilities
The peaceful house on the back of the lake had changed over the last twenty years. The living room furniture was replaced. Everything, except William’s favorite chair, was switched out. The TV was bigger and flatter. The kitchen table was bigger. The checkered tile in the kitchen was replaced with a dark burgundy wood flooring with a urethane finish. The house looked identical on the outside, but on the inside, it was like William had an entirely different home.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The months shot by and temperatures dropped. As January approached, the ground was blanketed with a beautiful canvas of powder, white snow. People that traveled internationally for the holidays were beginning to settle in causing the streets of cities like Rome and Florence to be overrun with shopping tourists.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
During the next couple of nights, William couldn’t shut down his body to sleep or simply sit in his chair for a half hour. Adrenaline was still shooting through his veins from the brawl in the garage, but it got easier. Two days later he fell asleep in his chair for forty-five minutes before waking up in a panic thinking someone was coming for him. Gazet and Brick stayed with William in his home. William insisted because they had nowhere to stay, but it was probably because he didn’t want any Abilities knocking down his front door without protection.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The leaves and twigs were wet. Each step flattened them and snapped the twigs lying around them further into the damp soil. The dirt was molding into a thick mud that could be used to build a protective wall. Drops of rain that had been halted by the tree leaves fell to the ground. The sun was nearly set, but what was left of it still shined a light through the forest. Through the trees. It was low enough to cast light into the forest from the horizon.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The sun was beginning to rise in the distance. Half of the small town in Ohio was covered in light, the other still hidden behind the hills and forests. Leaves from trees and bushes were damp, scattered across the roads from the storm the night before. Even a couple giant branches had been snapped off and littered in the lawns.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The giant redhead steered the car into a parking garage that led up to the hospital. Cars lined the aisles from one end to the other, but there were no people in sight. Most cars belonged to employees who had already started their shift and visiting hours didn’t officially start for another hour and a half. William remained in his seat, heart racing and eyes popped open as if he were in a staring contest.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Brick stood between Eric and Lawrence waiting for them to make the first move. He kept his head on a swivel and turned his body in quick, jagged circles to always be aware of where each guy was. The two circled Brick, they too, waiting for him to be daring enough to make the first move. Eric looked at Lawrence and nodded at him. They both dropped their guard like they were giving up. Lawrence reached into his black trench coat and pulled out a new, chrome handgun.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Gazet sat on the couch waiting for William to respond to the story, but he didn't respond. William stood across the living room with his arms crossed replicating Mr. Clean. Except, instead of a friendly smile, William stared at Gazet like a teacher that was waiting for a student in trouble to explain what happened. The first-time father was waiting for something. A wink. A punchline. Something to lighten up the situation.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The wind had picked up heavily that night. The branches and leaves tapped on the window of William’s one-story ranch house as he sat in his favorite chair, the chair that he had sat in so many mornings waiting for his wife to come home from her morning jog. The lightning flashed, but the thunder never came. Instead, it was like the flash photography of the paparazzi from behind the windows.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
William sat in the hospital waiting room unable to move, unable to breathe, not sure of what his next move was going to be now that his wife was gone. The love of his life had just passed away and…maybe worst of all, he now had two new baby boys to take care of…by himself. At the age of twenty-four, his life drastically had been flipped upside down.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
