Mark R. Morris Jr.

The Complete Beginner's Guide to the Sale of Haunted Houses, Part 2, New Hive Fiction!

The house set well back from the street, behind a tall iron fence, mounted on top of a two-foot high limestone wall. It was punctuated by big limestone pillars about every ten feet. From where Bradle…

The Complete Beginner's Guide to the Sale of Haunted Houses, Part 1, New Hive Fiction!

When Bradley Cranston got the message to come upstairs to the corner office, his first move was to call his wife. It was unlike her not to answer at eleven in the morning like that, but he was too ex…

The Complete Beginner's Guide to Selling Haunted Houses

When Bradley Cranston loses his wife, his job, his home, his car, and every penny he ever owned in one day, things look bleak. But a mysterious inheritance from a long-lost uncle might change all tha…

Hey, I'm back!

Hey, I'm Mark, some of you may remember me from Steemit, where I wrote a lot of fiction a few years back, you can find it here. I'll be starting some new stories soon, so stay tuned! I'd love to hear…

Tell These Three Kinds of Stories to Build an Audience

People ask me how I became a writer and if you know many writers, all that really is, is saying, “Tell me a story.” and we will. On a hot summer evening, with a window mounted air conditioner pumping…

What's the best that could happen in your world today?

The Trouble With Facts A Story About Race in America Part one.

“Look, just let the facts speak for themselves,” the man said. “If you’re looking for the truth, it’s in there. Over half the murders in America today are carried out by less than 7% of the populatio…

The hardest part of manifesting your ideal life is not freaking about the mess between here and there. Focus on the destination, not the in between.

Head Games, a new Steemit Exclusive story, Part three

The air smelled thick, and smoky, my neck was stiff. I opened my eyes slowly, they felt glued shut and there was a metallic taste in my mouth. Light streamed in through the open curtains on my front…

Head Games, a new Steemit exclusive story, Part two.

Three hours and my last ever pot of coffee later, I’d finished my repairs. It had taken two rolls of scotch tape, a broken steak knife, and the cord from my coffee maker, making that officially the l…