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
It was awfully bright for nine o’clock in the morning. The newspapers had just been delivered. The sun had just risen above the trees and the houses. Fathers had just left for work and the moms were wrestling their kids out of bed to start getting ready for school.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Michael excused himself from the class with five minutes remaining before the end of the period. Just before he left, he looked through the class roster and put a face to Jamie. He waited in the hall counting the seconds until the bell would ring. He looked at his watch; he looked at the clock hanging from the hallway ceiling. He stood outside the classroom door like a security guard keeping the students inside and everyone else outside. He walked by the door window peeking in each time. Finally, the bell rang.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Once Michael got home that morning, he did nothing but sit in his room and rest. He told his parents he was suffering from the common cold so that they wouldn’t ask any questions but would let him rest for work. On Monday, Brittany picked him up again like she had every day the week before.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Although the door was no longer attached to the wall, the outside of the house looked fine. The snow was melting away and the beginning of spring was right around the corner. It was a beautiful time of year to live in a place surrounded by trees and water. Soon the greenery would be in full bloom and people would come out of their houses to enjoy the weather. There would be life on Hidden Valley Lake once again.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The Crate always presented a rock and roll concert atmosphere. Drunken people banged into each other as their hands waved and fists pumped in the air. Their cheers started soft but grew louder. The crowd was full of businessmen in suits, their hair slicked back or combed over. Some wore sunglasses inside even though the lighting was dim and the moon was up outside. There was also a large portion of poor and middle-class people wearing jeans and t-shirts balancing out the upper class.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
All it took was one story for Michael to abandon all faith in having a relationship with his real father, William. It took one story about two brothers fighting because they are a representation of an Eclipse. Michael knew that William was crazy. He didn’t need another meeting. Their relationship never got a chance to grow. William believed in things that weren’t physically possible, things that had only been imagined in movies or stories. Michael turned away from his father and never wanted to look back. Little did he know the crazy father he thought he had, had seen things that could only happen in movies or stories.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Paul Dunn stood in his office reading an old book that he had pulled from the shelf that contained quite a collection. Paul was the same man that went to the hospital twenty-three years ago to visit Michael and Mitchel. He was the man carrying the briefcase and the gun that made a deal with Gazet and William to let them split the kids up. He was the same guy that had a friend, named Eric, who transformed into a rhinoceros and attacked Brick. Paul Dunn was the head of the Tactical Defense Against Abilities.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
Karen and her men walked into the room cautiously. Karen knew if she made one wrong move or moved too quickly that Mitchel could destroy all of them before she could fire off one shot. She slowly walked towards the two men on the couch and pointed her three to fan out and search the apartment for anyone else. Two of the men walked into the bedroom and looked through the closet and the bathroom.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Abilities
The middle school that Michael and Brittany taught at was a fine, award winning school building, but once the sun set the building looked like the outside of an old, abandoned prison. The lights and lampposts were all shut off except for a couple strays. The dim lights made the school unapproachable. The bushes and the trees threw shadows on the wall that came to life when the wind blew.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Comforting Food
Brian sat at his desk in his big Hollywood office and even after four Scotches, couldn’t figure out the ending to his show. Out of Order was finishing up its third season in a Primetime slot, and Brian and his team were putting the final touches on the recently picked up fourth season.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
Herrinon
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. There weren’t always people in the valley, either, but how drastically things can change over time. Several hundred years ago, a small group traveled to the northern peninsula and stuck their swords into the land. There were some hot days and some harsh winter nights. Many died, but over time a Kingdom rose from the ground becoming the wealthiest region in the world. Eventually, other territories, communities, and kingdoms were built, but none were as prosperous as Herrinon.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Fiction
I Carn Do It. I Carn Do It. I Carn Do It
I was 22 years old, home after graduating from college. I was sitting my parents' living room watching "Lost." I was far behind the "Lost" train. Everyone I knew had seen it and its popularity was over my head. So, as soon as I had school completed and had some free time. I planned on starting my summer on a 6-season binge watch.
By Marc Quaranta2 years ago in Longevity