Mark Mark Fruit Novels & Stories

You know how to dance, dont you? Cautiously at first, she and the little gargoyle joined the parade as they passed through what looked like a marketplace--a long, narrow strip of land packed with wooden casks and bowls full of goods for sale: dimply black avocados, deep red stalks of maize, dried herbs bundled with twine, and many other things Lawrence didnt recognize. She turned her head this way and that to see as much as possible as she passed, but there was no way to stop. The surge of the crowd pushed her inexorably forward.

Before I could respond, the staff began bringing in platters of food, bursting with vibrant tropical fruits, some of which I hadn't seen before. “See a lot to eat. Mangoes, papayas, pineapples, and something I couldn’t quite identify. The sweet, rich aromas filled the air, making my stomach growl despite the fact I’d just eaten on the boat. "Help yourself," Marko said, gesturing toward the spread. "I thought you’d be hungry after the trip." I eagerly grabbed a slice of papaya and took a bite. The fruit was perfectly ripe, bursting with flavor. “This is incredible,” I said, savoring the sweetness.

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

​He was dressed in a casual cream-colored knit sweater and dark jeans, looking completely relaxed, warm, and handsome. ​My hand shook as I unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open a crack. "Mark? What... what are you doing here? It's almost ten thirty." ​"Hey," Mark said softly, offering that million-dollar, dimpled smile that usually made all my tension melt away. He held up the brown paper bag. "I was leaving the gym late and saw the lights on in your window. I brought those cinnamon pastries you liked from the diner. Thought you might need a late-night study boost."

“Mark is also a –” “A manager,” Mark interrupted her smoothly. “An upper manager.” Francine paused, peered at him uncertainly. “Ah?” Mei said with approval. “Upper?” “Yes.” Mark gave her his disarming grin. “Not bad, huh?” “Not bad,” Mei conceded. “But doctor better.” “You’re totally right, Mei,” Mark said. “Francine is better.” “So,” Francine said, a bit unnerved at Mark’s grinning at Mei so sweetly, and his compliments. “I’ll have the green tea, please, Mei. Won-ton soup, extra spicy, and some garlic pork.”

It seems like Drex was holding back. "What is it?" I asked curiously. "Well while checking the dead body we found something." I narrowed my eyes on him. "What did you find?" He turned to look back at the dead body and met my gaze. "T.D were marked on her cheek." I frowned, scoffing in annoyance. The dark tide was back.

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

he says, a small smile on his face. "That was bipolar as fuck." Mark suddenly says. "You guys saw that?" I say, sniffling. "Hell yeah we did. Good news though. We got your watermelon balls and ice cream. We were wrestling to get it, that's why it took so long." Mark says, with a goofy smile on his face. "Thanks boys." I say, grabbing my snacks. "Can we go watch Lolita?" I ask Vixen. "Oh hell no." he says.

She moved along. We stopped at a stall with jars of imported olives and pickled vegetables. “Here,” she said, handing me two large glass jars. “Carry this for me. It’s nothing.” They were heavy. I took them both without blinking and followed her. She walked slower now, as if waiting to see me drop them or complain. I didn’t. We reached the fruit section. She picked up a peach, pressed it gently, then dropped it back into the pile. “Marco likes firm peaches. Pick a few.”