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On The Beach by Mark Bateman The Sunset by Mark Bateman Again? by Mark Bateman Taking a Breather by Mark Bateman The Couple by Mark Bateman Got an Itch by Mark Bateman Victorian Dwarves (1810) by Mark Bateman Victorian Dwarf by Mark Bateman The Old Vicarage by Mark Bateman

Four Long Hours

Four long hours ticked by, much as watching paint dry. / Then. A blur. 
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Hooked

The sun was falling into a blaze of fire as his wrinkled eyes screwed up drinking in its demise. He sipped the last of his tepid coffee in …

The Funeral

The young lady officiating was as serious as she was pretty. Grief and comfort knitted her brow, offering hope and security to the assemble…

The Insipid Man

He sighed contentedly, feel good leaking from his pores like water through a sieve. / He was lying on his back, boxer shorts protecting his…

The Sex Kitten

I’d dreamt about this moment. Not even my wildest fantasy had come close. Absolute, soft, sensuous perfection. Desire personified. I was du…

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 alwa…

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 a…
My Uncle by Mark Bateman

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 an…

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 wal…

The Gamble

‘Three million pounds, each.’ / The sharp intake from the other side of the world was as clear as if the prince was leaning into his ear. T…

The Journey

Out of all the things Steve remembered, the one that stood out the most, was a spring. / He laughed at himself as he thought back. Yes he’d…

The Silence

A 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…

Broken Silence

Crack.

Larry Adders

Larry Adders had always known he’d go far.. / Born in a nondescript damp post war house on the edge of a coal mining village he’d had plent…
Waiting to Charge by Mark Bateman

Imprisoned

I walk in a stupor, darkness pulling at my mind, disconnected from real life. I look but don’t see. What’s the point? I go where I am pulle…

Unwanted Fame

As the baby moved and gurgled the mother was overcome with joy. She stroked his skin whilst taking in his colour and radiance. She smelled …

Youth of Today

Groups of adolescents hung back watching the mass moving in syncopated unison. Girls portraying an air of processed sophistication, lorry t…

And The Band Played On

His eyes danced over the words and he couldn’t help shaking. He cried for his wife to come quickly. Shocked she sat in the nearest ch…

Will The RB Gang Surive?

There’d been a few mishaps. Well, that was an understatement. Major traumas the size of Australia sinking into the sea was how The Doll had…

Dead To The World

As I watched him he was barely moving. Much in the same way as some poor person who has been in a horrific accident conserves every ounce o…

Snap

‘You know,’ whispered the older man with his German accent, ‘I enjoyed our latest challenge.’ / They were sat in a coffee shop just off the…

Their Dream Home

The couple pulled up in their shiny Mercedes feeling like they’d found their dream home. Stretched out before them were fifteen acres of th…

Man fed to fish

It had been an awful eights months. / Ken was dead. She still felt very emotional just using the word. Dead. She held her five year daughte…
Autumn Trail by Mark Bateman

The Gift

It was her birthday and I knew just what she wanted. There was no way anyone could get it for her, except for me of course. What’s more, mi…

This Car Was My Life

This car was my life. It was a black mark two Golf GTI, with a couple of modifications. I loved it because it was fast. Right now I was mak…
The Hideaway by Mark Bateman Reaching Up by Mark Bateman

Woods of Confusion – (RB Gang)

The dumbfounded looks may have put off a lesser mortal, but Explorer was not to be thwarted. / ‘There. That’s how we fly to where the sun r…

Introducing The RB Gang – Chapter One

The driver had been fighting mud slides, flowing torrents and boulders for four long hours and he knew he needed a rest. The thing about th…

Get a grip woman! There’s nothing there.

Ten yards outside the front gate she again felt that something was brooding over her. A sense of frustration filled her being and she growl…

Rani, The Party and The Present

‘Nice Birthday Party’ said Rani. He wasn’t used to drinking warm beer and it was going to his head. ‘Happy 40th! Is it today?’. / ‘Thanks a…

Snapshot of a Dad

‘Why did you do that?’ he shouted. ‘You promised you would stop and yet you keep on doing it!’ / ‘No, I, don’t!’ she said with as muc…
After The Harvest by Mark Bateman Want This View? by Mark Bateman

Rani Ricked Kicks Himself

The one thing which tied in all of the clues was Ed Blubber. Of that he was sure. The local paper was open on the patio table. The mayor, P…
View To Riber Castle by Mark Bateman

A Poem By Heresies Myth

I want to marry a princess / A real one not repressed / I’d kill the dragon’s bitter crest / To have her near my swelling chest / Full of l…
Riber Castle by Mark Bateman The Gate by Mark Bateman

Rani Ricked Finds Romance

“Those books are best sellers.” She was staring at him in a way he had not seen for some time, and he couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. …

Getting In The Way

“The problem is, and I say this without malice, you always get in the way. Why is that?” asked the curvy one. / “I don’t know what you mean…

Rani Ricked Visits Narrate Yolk

Rani looked at the cover and a flicker of recognition crossed his mind before it was washed out in a fuddle. This business really was getti…

Rani Ricked Meets Saudi Prince

He could see the tall minarets against the dawn light and a tremor of excitement pulsed through his aged bones.

Rani Ricked Visits Mama-Whets Town

The local art gallery’s tiny entrance was festooned with all manner of artistic endeavours, so much so that one could only just make …

Rani Ricked

He’d heard of the robberies but they’d never affected him. Sure Narrate Yolk down the road had lost her oh so precious jewels, but that was…
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Playing With Dad

It had been raining all day and my best friend Colin was away with his mum shopping. He needed some new trainers for school. Ha ha. Serves …
Burning Blue by Mark Bateman Red Abstract by Mark Bateman Plate Galaxy by Mark Bateman Chemical Analysis by Mark Bateman Dream by Mark Bateman Hide and Seek by Mark Bateman
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