mark william smith

Joined December 2021

0 stories

Bio

I have been writing now as a hobby for 20 years.

Stories (4/0)

I REMEMBER
The room, Alive with laughter. Dancing. Our eyes touch, Embrace. . Time flashes past. . And I remember, The isles,
By mark william smith2 months ago in Poets
THE CROSSING
One day I was playing with my friends and it seemed like the next day, I woke up in the hospital bed. My dad noticed that rather than playing with my friends, I was sleeping more. I didn’t want to eat, my stomach hurt and then the doctor visits began. The doctors would lean close to me and speak in friendly voices. I didn’t really understand what they were telling me but I began to realize I was sick and they were going to help me get better.
By mark william smith5 months ago in Fiction
THE PAINTING
He flicked the switch and the small area near the basement door filled with a weak light. “Ahh. I see you are still here my friend.” The old man spoke to the painting setting on the easel.
By mark william smith5 months ago in Fiction
A HAND OF CARDS
Bill leaned back in the wooden chair, tipping it onto rickety legs until its gravity passed center and it floated slowly backwards, tapping against the rotting, grey boards of the general store. His hat was pulled low, creating a shady place for him to hide his eyes while the sun showered a blazing glare on the land.
By mark william smith5 months ago in Fiction