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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 family.

Recent Work by Mark

Second Saturday Stories Presents Chapter 7: The Last Gasp of a Dying Man

Second Saturday Stories Presents Chapter 7: The Last Gasp of a Dying Man

“When I understood what was happening, when the scope of my misery was truly appreciated, I tried everything to end my life. The cuts to my wrist, the bullets to my brain, the car accidents. I walked away from them all. A medical miracle, it would seem. But I know the truth. I know that this is the fate dealt to me from that bloody Shaman."
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Second Saturday Stories wraps up 'Gifted' Today

Second Saturday Stories wraps up 'Gifted' Today

After running afoul with a Shaman he has had to endure the horrors of the Black Chapel until a final showdown with the Shaman offers him a way of escape.
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Second Saturday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 6: The Labyrinth

Second Saturday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 6: The Labyrinth

The squealing and screaming of the bats was overpowering. My ears rang and vision began to blur. The way ahead split, went out of focus, back in. My legs buckled as I was crushed under the mass growing from my back and shoulders like some damnable tumour. The stench and sound was maddening. Desperate for relief I began colliding with the walls on either side of me trying in vain to shed the growth of bats.
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Second Saturday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 5: Feral Emergence

Second Saturday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 5: Feral Emergence

Legend had breathed mythos into the creature. I saw myself, as I did with all my hunts, as taking on a herculean task. Man vs. beast, but beasts of great prowess. Not the defeated caricature of the trophy I watched through my rifle scope. Putting a bullet through it would surely be a mercy kill. 
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BayToday bids fond farewell to Second Saturday Stories

BayToday bids fond farewell to Second Saturday Stories

When he finally catches a glimpse of his prey, the very elements themselves seem to turn against him, and he must overcome new horrors to get out alive. Will his hunt be successful, or will he have to save the last bullet for himself?
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Second Saturday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 4: Bloody Footprints

Second Saturday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 4: Bloody Footprints

When the spark wheel caught the sight that I beheld caused my screams to join those of the damned around me.  Dozens of those creatures were massing the pulpit, screeching and clawing at one another trying to reach me. The smell emanating from them was one of sickness and flu, a yellow smell of ancient pestilence.  Out of instinct I fired my rifle.
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Daylight won't save you from Second Saturday Stories.

Daylight won't save you from Second Saturday Stories.

Harmon finds that he has become the prey, and it is the white wolf that has been goading him towards confrontation since he descended into the pit.
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Second Saurday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 3: The Black Chapel

Second Saurday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 3: The Black Chapel

The centre wolf had a white patch of fur dyed red and matted with gore and ice. Its grinning lips wore the same shade of crimson. The footfalls sounded like a horse's gallop as they gave chase, andI had no choice but to retreat towards the beckoning shadows of the black chapel.  I would spend the next 2 days encamped within its hellish madness. 
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Beware The Black Chapel, today in Second Saturday Stories

Beware The Black Chapel, today in Second Saturday Stories

Readers will learn the conditions of the Blood Feud Harmon has entered into, and come to realize that even underground death looms around every corner. 
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Second Saturday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 2: Crescent Blade Sickness

Second Saturday Stories Presents Gifted Chapter 2: Crescent Blade Sickness

They plunged home made weapons, crude metal blades on the ends of long poles, into the Bristol. The wind carried their groans of satisfaction down the mountainside. When the blowing snow cleared from my vision I saw the area surrounding the helicopter stained red. Villagers lay in crumpled heaps where Henderson had dropped them with his M1911. My heart sank as I spied his panic stricken face through the fogged glass of the cockpit. Panic gripped me at the sight of the rotors firing.  
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