Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    My Mate Mark
    My Mate Mark
    My Mate Mark
    Ebook74 pages59 minutes

    My Mate Mark

    By Aidan J. Reid

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Some Toys, You Grow Out Of.

    Other Toys, They Grow Out Of You.

    This collection contains one main short story followed by four shorter fiction stories.

    In total, there are five original home brewed tales bred from the warped mind of yours truly which, it is hoped, should give you the reader at least a couple hours of entertainment.

    We start with My Mate Mark which features a maniacal doll and his willing accomplice in crime. Then we get a chance to observe the bizarre goings on in a quiet suburban community in Heaven’s Lottery. P.M.A. restores some degree of faith in the human race before a couple of pick up artists take the stage in Silver and Streak, inspired by my own embarrassing personal experiences.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAidan J. Reid
    Release dateOct 30, 2019
    ISBN9780463337240
    My Mate Mark
    Author

    Aidan J. Reid

    AIDAN J. REID is a writer originally from Cloughmills, Northern Ireland.He has written four novels:PATHFINDERS - (sci-fi)The Tom Regan thrillers, SIGIL and YAGERAISING LAZARUS - (suspense)He has also written several short stories and is most proud of the ROT collection, which tells the story of a rogue tooth fairy who pulls teeth out of the mouths of kids for a tidy profit.You can find out more on aidanjreid.com, follow him @aidanjreid or get a bunch of free goodies by following his newsletter - http://eepurl.com/c7ffO9

    Read more from Aidan J. Reid

    Related to My Mate Mark

    Related ebooks

    Horror Fiction For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Diary Of A Country Mouse

      Mar 3, 2020

      THURSDAY, 10 DECEMBER. Giles shows us the sample mice and I am, as if for the first time, overcome with joy. Perhaps when I was a child I had feelings like this—but not in many years. I look, for instance, at a small gray mouse, smaller than the othe

      17 min read

    • Article

      Here’s What I Don’t Say

      Jun 1, 2019

      Here’s What I Don’t Say
      13 min read

    • Article

      Shame Is Ever-Present When You’re Sitting in a Cell

      Oct 23, 2020

      Between a strained relationship with my family and the death of a good friend, I’ve struggled to feel like I’m worth something.

      5 min read

    • Article

      The Space Between Us

      Oct 9, 2019

      The Space Between Us
      8 min read

    • Article

      Come with Me

      Dec 1, 2022

      Come with Me
      12 min read

    • Article

      Coming To Terms

      May 25, 2021

      Coming To Terms
      14 min read

    • Article

      The Leather Coat

      Apr 4, 2024

      The Leather Coat
      6 min read

    • Article

      This Lousy Heart

      Jul 18, 2019

      This Lousy Heart
      14 min read

    • Article

      My Best Friend

      Oct 1, 2020

      My Best Friend
      6 min read

    • Article

      “I Escaped My Grandfather’s Sex Cult”

      Mar 16, 2022

      I was born into the Family, a religious movement founded in Huntington Beach, California, in 1968 by my grandfather David Brandt Berg, with help from his four children, including my father, Hosea. It was known as the Children of God in its early days

      8 min read

    • Article

      The Problem with My Dachshund

      Dec 11, 2019

      The Problem with My Dachshund
      10 min read

    • Article

      A Good Samaritan

      Dec 6, 2022

      It was hot that day, hot for the morning and hot for April and with a stickiness in the air that suggested something had to break. I was headed up the street to ask my neighbor Meech to give me a jump when I heard a scream come from the fourplex next

      10 min read

    • Article

      Longer on Moon

      Sep 22, 2022

      Longer on Moon
      19 min read

    • Article

      Festival

      Sep 15, 2018

      My husband, who loved festivals, who was a great fan of festivals, wanted to get to the square in time for the first band at eleven o’clock. From bed, the dog and I watched him dress. He tried on various T-shirts, declaring some of them too tight and

      13 min read

    • Article

      Proverbs Of A Faceless Time

      Dec 1, 2023

      Proverbs Of A Faceless Time
      9 min read

    • Article

      Righteous

      Jan 22, 2019

      Righteous
      8 min read

    • Article

      After “The End”

      Oct 10, 2022

      I walked down the road with a hunched back and a wet cigarette in my mouth—the fire had died a while back. My hands were tucked into the pockets of my jacket, and my hair fell over my face, limiting my sight. But I wasn’t really seeing where I was go

      10 min read

    • Article

      Not Just For CHRISTMAS

      Nov 24, 2021

      Not Just For CHRISTMAS
      9 min read

    • Article

      Good Boy

      Aug 3, 2021

      Good Boy
      10 min read

    • Article

      Haunted

      Sep 27, 2023

      Haunted
      6 min read

    • Article

      Now That I’ve Arrived

      Dec 30, 2020

      Now That I’ve Arrived
      5 min read

    • Article

      A Few Words to the Graduates

      Jun 11, 2018

      A Few Words to the Graduates
      7 min read

    • Article

      Kings

      Jun 5, 2023

      1.Kings lie down to zip up their jeans,buy Cetaphil, candy, magazinesat Walgreens because they canwalk there unsupervised, describeblowjobs they’ve given to seniorsin cars, spend what they think of astheir own money. Home sick from school,they learn

      6 min read

    • Article

      What Adults Do…

      Dec 28, 2023

      What Adults Do…
      6 min read

    • Article

      Philip Roth

      Jun 4, 2018

      Philip Roth
      25 min read

    • Article

      Josh Gao

      Aug 4, 2019

      Josh Gao
      3 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for My Mate Mark

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      My Mate Mark - Aidan J. Reid

      MY MATE MARK

      (and other stories)

      ___________

      Aidan J. Reid

      MY MATE MARK (and other stories)

      by Aidan J. Reid

      First Smashwords Edition © 2019 Aidan J. Reid

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this e-book may be reproduced in any form other than that in which it was purchased and without the written permission of the author.

      This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      -

      www.aidanjreid.com

      -

      Cover design: goonwrite.com

      Author Note

      The following collection contains one main short story followed by four flash fiction stories (short-short stories to you and me).

      In total, there are five original home brewed tales bred from the warped mind of yours truly which, it is hoped, should give you the reader at least a couple hours of entertainment.

      We start with My Mate Mark which features a maniacal doll and his willing accomplice in crime. Then we get a chance to observe the bizarre goings on in a quiet suburban community in Heaven’s Lottery. P.M.A. restores some degree of faith in the human race before a couple of pick up artists take the stage in Silver and Streak, inspired by my own embarrassing personal experiences.

      I hope you enjoy these.

      Happy Reading.

      Aidan

      ***

      MY MATE MARK

      ***

      The First Victim

      Even before the killing started they said I was cursed. They had me marked even before I left my ma’s belly. ‘Course, we all know what happened there. Circle of life.

      What a tag team. Ma checked out before her time it has to be said. Tagged me in. You know, in wrestling, when you make the tag you get anywhere up to twenty seconds to perform a team move before the other person has to get out of the ring. Dependin’ on the ref’s generosity you see. It’s all staged anyway. Time keeping ain’t exactly one of those rules that’s enforced.

      Doctors reckon I got to enjoy around forty-five seconds sharing a ring with my ma. The blood loss was too much. They said I was lucky they got to me in time. No one really knows what brought it on. They said the tests up ‘til that point showed a pretty routine pregnancy. My Da said different. Said she’d suffered terrible pain ‘specially in the last few weeks of her life. Said she’d had all sorts of dreams. Stuff like I had sliced through the sack that was my home and was running around inside her, causing all sorts of shit to malfunction.

      Can you ‘magine that? A teeny me swimming around inside my ma, snipping cords, roundhouse kicking her tubes and doing speedball on her heart? He said she had suicidal thoughts ‘cos of the pain. I don’t blame her. How can I? I didn’t know her. Did she really not want me like they said? Most times I can’t even stand myself. Maybe that’s ma talking through me. Some kinda psychic transfer through trauma.

      Anyway, they pulled me out while she was seven months along. Doctors didn’t exactly have time to high five each other. Ma’s pulse had dropped to forty and she was crashing hard with the blood loss. As soon as I was out, they gave her the good news. Guessin’ it didn’t exactly inspire her to hang in there. Seconds later she died. First sight I would have had if my eyes hadn’t been gummy tight would have been sheets splashed with her blood and my former home trailing out of this dead woman.

      Welcome to the world son!

      So you could guess that I wasn’t too hot growing up. No popularity prizes with this one. The kid that killed his ma. School years were a ton of fun. I’ve blocked out those early years. But what I do remember was the parade of concerned faces that said that they’d be looking after me for a while. They’re all muddled now. It always ended the same. Tears and apologies. A forced hug and then a promise to stay in touch. Never happened. Not once. No cards. No calls. That happened right up ‘til I was ten or eleven.

      As for relatives and friends on my ma’s side, they wanted rid. Like it or lump it, they would always blame me for her death. They were probably right. But it wasn’t like it was intentional.

      So that was the backdrop of my life growing up if you have to know. You can add that to your medical report. Doesn’t matter to me. You asked me for the full story. Well, I’ll give it as much as I remember it.

      In

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1