Mark Gagnon
Bio
My life has been spent traveling here and abroad. Now it's time to write.
I have three published books: Mitigating Circumstances, Short Stories for Open Minds, and Short Stories from an Untethered Mind. Unmitigated Greed is do out soon.
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Immovable
It was only a twenty-minute drive to her father’s house, so why did it feel like she had been in the car for hours? Of course, she already knew the answer to this question. She needed to, once again, have that conversation with her dad. The one that never ended well. There was no logical reason to think this time would be any different, but she had to try.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Families
The Conundrum
“Now that just makes no sense whatsoever. Did either of you hear that?” Melody was the first to answer. “Maybe. I’m not sure. It was probably the wind or something. The group is getting too far ahead of us, and Ms. Solecki will be angry if we get too far behind. Come on, Amy, we need to catch up.”
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
Stay Awake, Stay Alive. Top Story - August 2023.
I’ve been awake now for 48 hours and I know I won’t be able to stay this way for much longer. Who wants to die at 31—I know I don’t, but I’ll have to sleep sometime. Maybe the end will be painless, however judging by what I’ve observed, it will be anything but. This all started innocently enough.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Horror
Trust
Chapter 1 Part 1 “I don’t understand, Mrs. Smith. According to our class history book, most slaves benefited from being slaves. They learned useful skills that helped them advance once they were freed. But when I read my grandfather’s history book, it says many were deprived of an education. After they were freed, former slaves were forced to work in the same fields they had before being emancipated. The only difference was that now they were paid pennies, which they had to give back to pay for rent.”
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in History
Atlantis-Found
It was in the time of Earth's infancy that there was only one massive continent. The inhabitants called this supercontinent Pangaea. This unity of continents encouraged a similar unity among species. Men and beasts worked as one, building a civilization that had never been seen before and will never be seen again. The name of this utopian civilization was—Atlantis.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
The Bay of Lost Souls
17th June 1829 It was a stormy evening out at sea. Gigantic waves relentlessly crashed into the side of the sturdy wooden ship. All Amy could hear was the long loud rumble of thunder and the panicked shouts from the crew as they tried to keep the sails steady. She had left her crowded cabin below deck for a better understanding of what was happening. Amy was born with a natural curiosity. Her mother said she was too curious for her own good.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
Poetry-Not for Me
I’ve been on Vocal now for over a year and a half. During this time, I’ve noticed a growing trend towards poetry. Maybe I’m old and set in my ways, but that style of writing has never held my attention. Let’s face it, no one in the real world speaks that way.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Poets
Just Enough Time
When Cher sang “If I Could Turn Back Time” she had no idea that I had been doing that and much more for several years now. Time was never my friend, or so I thought, until the day of my accident. It was one of those freak occurrences I would normally laugh about if it had happened to someone else. I was on a tropical vacation, enjoying the surf and sand, when a gust of wind dislodged a coconut from a high branch in the tree I was sitting under. It hit me square on the forehead, knocking me out cold. I know, hilarious right, like something out of a 50s cartoon. The actual effect of the accident was that I was in a coma for three weeks.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
Boomtown
Everyone is listening to a man standing at the podium and venting at the city council. Billy “Big Bang” Morgan, president of Boomtown Fireworks, had reached the limits of his self-control. These pompous city council jackasses were actually determined to break with tradition. Drones instead of his company’s fireworks were going to be providing entertainment at this year’s 4th of July celebration. He could not let this happen without a fight.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Humor
