The Mark

Marc Tizura


I light my cigarette and take in a long drag. The pack was almost expended of its coffin nails those beautiful white bits of death. My glass on the table full of whiskey as I pick it up I swirled the brown liquid poison around before I allow it to enter my diseased temple of a body. The bottle like the pack was almost empty. To see it shatters my heart. The pictures of the girls spread out over my table my latest case that the police had thrown my way.

The girls, seven of them in all had supposedly committed suicide, but their families, the police, or I didn’t believe it either. I sat there transfixed by the pictures on my table as I swirled the whiskey in my glass for another sip. I put the glass down and took another drag on my cigarette. As always slowly…

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The Fractured Spheres. (Part I compiled, updated, & expanded)

The Wordsmithing World of Benjamin

Writer’s Note:

The World of the Spheres

In brief, this is what you need to know about the Spheres. It started with something called Starfall. The supernatural and the technological mingled in a strange apocalyptic event as seven alien moons descended on Earth. This left life ravaged and the population meager. The remaining people were brought together by a world religion in a place called the Spheres. It is made up of eight counties, or spheres, and there is a temple for each moon in seven of the eight counties, the eighth being a capital. These eight Spheres stretch across the eastern United States and Western Europe. Outside of this is considered wild lands and is reserved for outcasts and outlaws. This outlands boundary stretches along what is now called the Appalachian Mountains in the west and along Russia’s border to the east, curving down along the Sahara Desert.


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