Mark Jefferson
Bio
Mark Jefferson is a senior UNIX administrator for the Department of Defense, writer, and author of several books.
Mark has a patient, long-suffering wife, two grown children, and three fur-babies (Greyhounds).
Stories (7/0)
OVERSEER: A Call to Arms
Dango stood near a burned out stone house, watching the giant 100 foot wall protecting the City of On. Its defenders had repelled several attacks, most notably his brother's disastrous initial assault. Dango hadn't found a way past their defenses yet. He rubbed his chin, regarding the soot covering his boots. The entire area stank like burned garbage.
By Mark Jefferson3 years ago in Fiction
The OVERSEER Companion Guide
A WORD FROM THE AUTHOR Thank you for reading the Overseer Companion Guide. If you read the Overseer books (OVERSEER: Servants, OVERSEER Guardian, and OVERSEER: Silence), or any of the short stories set in that universe, certain aspects of the story may confuse you, such as how magic works in this world, or how I arrived at the names I used. Fear not! I compiled all the notes I created before and during the writing process into this guide.
By Mark Jefferson3 years ago in Fiction
Thoughts of the Mist
The Village of Toth burned. The community, twenty hollowed-out trees a hundred feet tall, contained in a single stone wall fifteen feet high that stretched around the entire circumference of the settlement. Two thick wooden gates, one on each side of the village guarding its vulnerable interior, stood wide open. Fire engulfed the leafy canopy above, burning down the dark gray trunks toward the people cowering beneath. Flaming branches and leaves fell, covering the victims in black ash. Each tree was a dwelling, and the people saw their homes burn in panic and disbelief. The smell of smoke permeated everything.
By Mark Jefferson3 years ago in Fiction
OVERSEER: The Duel
Meron settled into the deep shadow of a dusty stairwell overhang. A faint scent of urine dominated the place, and she wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant odor. The dim moon shone overheard, providing enough light to notice the shadowy form creeping along the opposite edge of the dark alleyway. Meron settled further into the shadow, steeling herself for the unavoidable battle. She could say he was invisible, but it was not. At least not to Meron.
By Mark Jefferson3 years ago in Fiction
A Giant Problem
Thomas Boyle crouched on the worn slate roof of an old rectory. His lanky frame uncoiled as he considered his options. Old smoke permeated the air, and pockets of ash still clung to odd areas of the roof surrounding him. He surveyed the rectory roof, built into an old and partially destroyed cathedral. The rooftop he occupied, a newer construction attached to the ancient stone building, had seen better days. Better days had been last month.
By Mark Jefferson3 years ago in Fiction
Anna’s Locket
Clang! Clang! Clang! Anna felt the bed shake before she registered the Headmaster’s cane pounding on the metal frame. “Get up! You have school!” The young Headmaster said. Most people seemed young, Anna reflected. The elderly were the first to die during the SARS-21 plague.
By Mark Jefferson3 years ago in Futurism
