Mark Bateman
Profile
I live in the UK, just north of a city called Derby in picturesque Derbyshire – situated just north of the middle of the UK. (And for those americans amongst you Derby is pronounced more like Darby).
I bought a Nikon D80 at the end of 2006, and have enjoyed posting some photos. But the thing I keep returning to is writing – really enjoying writing short tales with twists!
I’m married with two teenage girls – and love them all to bits! We also have a recent addition, Harvey, a fox red labrador who is equally adorable..
I’ve had the pleasure of being featured with the following;
The Journey – won a twist category.
Groups
Mark Bateman is a member of ** Super Macro Photography (Two Per Day ), Abstract Art, Anything and Everything FUN, B&W - Character - People Shots, Bee & Wasp Passions, Black and White Photography, Childhood, Come Fly With Me!!, Falling Leaves, Friends of RedBubble, Insects, Bugs and Creepy Crawlies (2 A Day), Landscape Photography, Nikon D80 Users, Out of the Blue (75%+ Blue), Plight of the Bumble Bee, Rusty, Crusty and Falling to Bits - 2 Per 24 Hours, Seasonal 'Scapes, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Squirrels & Chipmunks, This is England, Twisted Tales and WMG.
Journal Entries
Hey! I won the Twisted Tournoi 06 writing competition!!
Posted 13 days ago, 7 comments so far.
Orange Sydney!
Posted about 1 month ago.
Woo-hoo - another feature
Posted 4 months ago.
I'm still alive, and a feature!
Posted 9 months ago, 8 comments so far.
Track Santa!
Posted 11 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Hey I won the Lady_bug_ competition!
Posted 11 months ago, 17 comments so far.
Musings - Right, wrong, guilt and rainbows
Posted about 1 year ago, 18 comments so far.
Autumn! featured on Falling Leaves
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
Before and after images
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
What would your homepage be?
Posted about 1 year ago, 6 comments so far.
Art
Writing
The Sex Kitten
Lunchtime. It was supposed to be quiet. Still. Too late now. I was committed. At least there was no one I recognised. ‘Can you tell me which room Mrs Smith is staying in please?” Relief. My voi…
The Tricky Customer
A trickle of sweat formed in the middle of my back, and my heart pounded as if attached to a jack hammer. Friday afternoons. They were always the same. Being Chief Negotiator at the nation’s top fin…
The Rich Customer
He walked into my workshop with a confidence I’ve learnt to associate with the rich. ‘Hello. You in charge?’ The question hung in the air like a hot air balloon. When I nodded he extend…
The Painting
Part of his mind was shouting at him, telling him off, commanding his tongue to reboot. Make your excuses. Leave. This is a waste of time.
The Radio Phone In
‘Roy from Oklahoma? You are the last caller on Radio TRT Late Night Phone In. Do you have a question?’. The host leant back in his chair and nodded at Nick. ‘Yeah. Nick.. I been listening to …
Deathly Silence
The hush took hold once again, as if it had been brooding – abiding it’s time to strike. It blew in through the windows and painted the walls. The floors rose in unison until it broke in a crescen…
