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Mark French

Mark French

Mark French has lived in North Bay and area for the last 26 years. He attended Canadore College for Social Service Work and Nipissing University for a Bachelor of Arts in English. He has written about five short stories in the last few years as he continues to enter writing contests and aspires to be published. He has a passion for both reading and writing and tries to do so every day. In his free time he enjoys snorkeling, metal detecting and exploring the outdoors with his dog Lloyd.

Recent Work by Mark

Does an apology still count if you use your fists? Second Saturday Stories

Does an apology still count if you use your fists? Second Saturday Stories

I don’t remember if any words were said, or who swung first. All I remember is putting every ounce of anger behind my right hand and stepping in. One of us spills blood on the concrete. The next memory I have is Harry driving his fist into my cheek and my vision erupting like a flash. 
When ghosts from your past come knocking: Second Saturday Stories

When ghosts from your past come knocking: Second Saturday Stories

When a wealthy woman hires him to find her husband, Percy sees it as his chance to escape a life that is becoming a noose around his neck. Using the case to lose himself in the city, Percy wades deeper into a landscape of greed, violence, and corruption of the human spirit. 
Is there a stranger in your brain? Find out today in Second Saturday Stories

Is there a stranger in your brain? Find out today in Second Saturday Stories

Fans of The Twilight Zone and Twin Peaks won't want to miss this fragmented tale that examines what happens when you plum the darkness of your mind and ask: just how well do you know yourself? 
Wormwood spills blood in today's Second Saturday Story

Wormwood spills blood in today's Second Saturday Story

Her mind should have been focused on the open range ahead of them, or the way that in a few yards they reached a divergence in the pathway, but the peaks around her kept calling her attention and Bronwyn found herself transfixed by them. She was looking for familiarity she realised with sickening surety. Her past called to her over the span of time and at once she held the same pre pubescent fear she’d held in the mines. The toddlerkin fear of things that bite in the night.
Bloodshed in Caulderwilde: A sneak peek at today's Second Saturday Story

Bloodshed in Caulderwilde: A sneak peek at today's Second Saturday Story

Bronwyn Ironcraft and her brother Everitt trek through the white expanse of the Greytusk Mountains set on winning the prize money that will fund their search for Bishop, their missing brother. Caught in the grip of a horrifying flashback, Bronwyn makes a mistake that may kill a fellow contestant. Has she driven their goal out of reach? and, what's worse, has she killed a man? 
The Caulderwilde Saga continues in Second Saturday Stories

The Caulderwilde Saga continues in Second Saturday Stories

“Bickering won’t get us anywhere out here. This isn’t about you and me. It’s about Bishop and the easiest way to win, and right now the easiest thing for me to do is just let you do what you want.” Everitt consulted the map once more before moving towards a pathway hedged in by two peaks ahead of them. Bronwyn kept pace as an awkward silence fell over them. In the distance she heard a cracking report echo into the cold and wondered at what their fate would be. 
You can’t resist the forces that forged you: a sneak peek at today's Second Saturday Story

You can’t resist the forces that forged you: a sneak peek at today's Second Saturday Story

Bronwyn wakes from a vivid nightmare before a great tournament begins. She and her elder brother Everitt must work together to win a prize promised by King Rygeer. The pair must battle not only their bitter rivalry but the scores of others who have come from their village as well as neighbouring city states to compete.
The Lizard's Cumpulsion: a new chapter in the Caulderwilde Chronicles

The Lizard's Cumpulsion: a new chapter in the Caulderwilde Chronicles

Fern himself picked up the book and began using mage powers as if he’d known them his whole life. With his short sword he drew runes in the dirt. He then spoke incantations from the book that brought a great pillar up to crush his fellow guard on the ceiling of the cave we were in.
Join the mayhem of magic today in Second Saturday Stories

Join the mayhem of magic today in Second Saturday Stories

Bishop Ironcraft sought out the Wizard in hopes the superstitions were just that: a sad old Hermit living in the woods that developed a misunderstood reputation. Being misunderstood by the villagers was a fate Bishop and his siblings are familiar with, so he felt a kinship with the old man. When he found him, Bishop realised truth and lore were not so different, and that Wormwood deserved every ounce of fear from the villagers. 
Sibling rivalry spills over in Second Saturday Stories.

Sibling rivalry spills over in Second Saturday Stories.

“What I noticed.” Everitt started as he threw his weight into the bale while lifting, finally upending it. “Is that our brother is still missing and you’ve been absent more and more. At first I thought maybe you were searching for him without me. But I’ve been asking around and nobody’s seen any evidence of you around the village these nights. Now? Now I don’t know what to think.”