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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

Do you have the perfect setting for a BayToday mystery story?

Do you have the perfect setting for a BayToday mystery story?

After a brief fact finding interview about your store conducted via email, Second Saturday Stories will craft a story featuring your building (the more fun facts about the history, building, business etc the better) we want to hear from everyone from new up and comers to well established pillars of the mn community. 
Want to create great characters in your writing? Try this

Want to create great characters in your writing? Try this

'This week in Second Saturday Stories I want to focus on an element of writing, rather than the writing itself if you’ll permit me'
Restless ghost haunts darkened city: Second Saturday Stories

Restless ghost haunts darkened city: Second Saturday Stories

“I heard stories, bad ones, about you. Something about how you locked yourself away up there,” He nods his head in the general direction of town. I take it to mean my apartment. “Hear you’re drinking and waiting for the reaper. I tell a woman to go see you, now the city is burned and here you are. I want to know who’s hiring me. Percy Slate who I went to war with, or the man who drinks and waits for death.” 
Noir Thriller concludes in two part finale: Second Saturday Stories

Noir Thriller concludes in two part finale: Second Saturday Stories

“Killing Roger, even the perception that you’ve killed him, is bound to make you a few enemies. Not to mention Salvatore Colisetta. In his eyes you’re a loose end that needs to be tied up and buried. Face it Perce, Your life expectancy doubles if you disappear.” I smoke in silence for a beat, considering his points. Harry suddenly leans across the table.
A broken mind brought to an explosive end: Second Saturday Stories

A broken mind brought to an explosive end: Second Saturday Stories

The hand grenades are easy to recognize because there’s four of them like identical black stones. The mason jars between them are filled with a sickly yellow powder that reminds me of the war. Amatol was like a curse among artillerymen, the scourge from the skies. In the centre of his chest a black fabric pouch has been sewn and I hear gentle metallic jingles as he moves and I can only guess at what it’s filled with.
How cold can you serve revenge? today in Second Saturday Stories

How cold can you serve revenge? today in Second Saturday Stories

When Percy Slate walks through the doors for the second time in a week he finds the band silent and the gaming tables overturned. The Chicago Club is a bloodbath. One man is to blame for the bedlam; a local doctor who's fallen victim to psychological torture and brainwash
Hope in the bones of a burned bridge: Second Saturday Stories.

Hope in the bones of a burned bridge: Second Saturday Stories.

The scowl deepens and I think he’s going to protest, rebuking me with a technicality or theory the way he used to. When he meets my eyes I see the curiosity that pushed him through medical school battling the stubbornness that pushed him out of my life.  “Alright.” He muttered. “But he goes into a cell. Do you hear me Percy? I want him to rot until he’s an enfeebled and desperate old man.” 
One in the grave, one on the run today in Second Saturday Stories

One in the grave, one on the run today in Second Saturday Stories

Percy feels as though the hand of fate is finally going to crush him when he spots a familiar face leading a group of police into the throng. But with a trail of bodies behind him and an active fire at his back, will Percy be seen as a master criminal and thrown in a cell? And what of Doctor Carruthers, the man fated to destroy himself for Roger's twisted cause?
Death in the rail yard: Second Saturday Stories

Death in the rail yard: Second Saturday Stories

The blast is deafening under the rail car. A thick ringing fills my head making it feel like it’s stuffed with gauze. Joey stumbles. I watch him tap a charred hole his sweater with his left hand.
Someone takes their last breath today in Second Saturday Stories

Someone takes their last breath today in Second Saturday Stories

Percy manages to corner Roger only to find he's been effected by psychological torture as much as the good doctor. Roger begins to bend Percy's will among the speeding chaos of the train yard while Carruthers moves ever closer to his explosive endgame.