Marcus Alan Perkins
I’m a father, published author, student, avid reader, husband, and advocate for equality for all. I am going to use this platform for my short stories and poems. Follow me on Facebook: @Author.MarcusPerkins, Twitter handle: @AMarcusperkins
Hello there Where have you been? Whats going on, We used to be friends. When did we go wrong? It must have been then,
The gunshot rings out from behind me, my instincts pushing me to the ground. The woman I was just sitting with before lays slumped at the table with redness staining the white tablecloth below her. Rolling to the left I feel the wind from another bullet whiz by my head as the tile shatters into thousands of pieces where my head had just been. Reaching into my suit jacket my hand finds the holstered 1911 under my armpit. Drawing the heavy gun I begin to sprint as another bullet breaks a glass that had been full of thick, red merlot; covering me in the red substance which causes me to slip on the tile.
Things have begun to come undone The heat from the sun has fallen some Using the shadows that cover us We advance further up.
Make the Change
What is it that makes your world go around? Is it your children, family, possession of things? Or is it your desire to change the world
The love of life has always felt right but experiencing the death of innocence was like a knife in the back that would never heal right.
Odd Ways of Love
Sitting on the stool I look around and am annoyed by the others in the sports bar. Their happiness and laughter seem to be orchestrated just to carve the heart from my chest further than it is already. Another round of laughter erupts from the table closest to me and I swivel around and see that one of the men are looking at me as he laughs.
A Chance Encounter of Fate
Brandon swore that she would show up, that she wanted to meet me as much as I wanted to meet her. As the waiter walks over for the third time my head dips in embarrassment and I notice that my phone reads eight fifteen making it thirty minutes since I sat down.
How Things Appear
Doctor I’ve tried to be a decent person my whole life. I’ve given fortunes to charities, found ways to help the poor, done community service that wasn’t court appointed. I have ensured that the police don’t even know my name, let alone ever been called by, or for, me. My life has been nothing to many, yet everything to some. Even with all of the good I have done there is a darkness in me that many should be glad to have never seen.