Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

"I've missed you too, Little Anya. We'll get to see each other again, one of these days." "I really look forward to that day, Uncle Mark. Take care of yourself okay?" "I try, honey, I try. An old man like me...whoever gets to take care of me?" He grunted. I heard the sound of pillow hitting someone and the sound of Uncle Mark's laughter. "Don't mind X-man. He disagrees that I'm old." "Maybe because you have a deceptive age, you dog." Xax said to the phone. I laughed even as I heard Uncle Mark laughing too. It just felt like it was all yesterday that I camped out outside Uncle Mark's gate for shelter in Texas.

Leaving her in the past where she belongs. Once her cab had pulled away, I grumpily walked myself to the basement and drove myself to work. I don't normally drive, but I find driving gives me a chance to let out all of the pent-up aggression. Once I made it to the underground parking of our office, I felt a smile creep its way onto my face. I was aware of the office she told me about. It was on the floor directly below mine. It belonged to Mark, one of the marketing executives. They had temporarily relocated to Europe to work with our marketing team for our new building. I was even surprised she even liked the office. It just didn't seem to be her style. I remember how amazed she looked as s

*** Solana *** “You two should be working.” The sound of Mark's uncle's voice as he climbed down the stairs sends a jolt through Solana. This man again. She wished the ground would open and swallow her up. Mark still had his arms around her. She clumsily move out of his embrace, lowering her head in complete embarrassment. Stepping a few feet away, she wished there was a wall to hide behind, at least. “Thought you were meeting Uncle John? Mark asked the man.

“Trust me when I say that, for my uncle, this is rustic.” “Why weren’t we ever introduced to this cabin before now?” Mark asked as he flopped down into the nearest club chair and pulled off his wet socks. “He only recently joined the family. He’s an uncle by marriage,” Tim explained. “We hit it off almost immediately.” “Lucky,” Mark said as he slouched into a more comfortable position. “Since we’re all more coffee drinkers than tea toters, let me introduce you to my version of a hot toddy,” Edwin chuckled as he handed a mug to each of his friends.

Others stepped up without hesitation. “You’re Mark’s nephew, huh? You favor your daddy something fierce.” “Are you Killy’s boy?” “He used to bring his ‘68 Mustang by the shop. Drove it like it was chasing the devil.” I nodded. Again and again. Let them tell their stories. Let them resurrect the man I never got to know by piecing him together with their memories. Uncle Mark’s garage sat just behind a diner and a bait shop, tucked into a gravel lot like it had always belonged there. The sign read M.J. Auto & Custom, the paint faded, but proud.

Sean immediately shook his head, imagining the contents of Neve's laptop, the many indecent scenes stored on his laptop making Sean even more scared and nauseous. Markus chuckled, "When Uncle was your age, many women approached Uncle," said Markus. "Then, Uncle made them girlfriends?" he asked. "No, uncle just wants to have fun," said Mark, remembering his past. "Poor Aunt Jessi," Sean said. "The proof is that your aunt is happy with your uncle." Markus did not accept being told like that. Sean rolled his eyes playfully. "That was before your uncle got married," Mark said later. "Don't Aunt Jessi ever get mad?"

Alex “Well, shit,” Mark, the engineering department head grumbles, crouching to get a better view. He braces his hands on his hips while huddled around the same screen I’m sharing with Toby. He’s been knocking his head on the ceiling of this tunnel all evening, but that has more to do with his height and less to do with the already overly cramped quarters we’re sharing. He’s from the Deadlands and built like it. Burly and broad, he stands several inches taller than me, and I’m taller than most men on campus, but he has at least sixty pounds or more on me, and it shows. They breed them big in the Deadlands, supposedly. Toby’s words; not mine.

"Hey, down low’s has arrived." Then they were laughing at him. All of them, to be exact. But it was normal for Cyril, he knew that from that day he confessed to the Music club members onwards, they will be on his ass forever. Mocking him and bullying him for solely being who he is. "What brought you here?" the girl from the front desk of the BG club asked. "Mr. McDonald assigned here me." "Okay, you can help give some flyers to the freshmen who will approach our booth," the girl said before pointing at one side of the booth. "You can ask him about the task and he will help you. His name is Ken."

Little bastard peeled away from the rest of the boys and strolled toward me like he had all the time in the world and nothing good in his heart. "Ms. Dwight," he drawled, flashing a grin that made my skin crawl. I straightened off the van slowly. I didn’t smile. I didn’t blink. “Mark. You got your plans lined up for after graduation yet?” He didn’t answer at first, just let his eyes drag down my body like he owned it. His gaze clung to my boobs, and I felt every inch of it like a dirty hand. "My uncle’s got a repair shop. Might start working there," he said finally, "We’ll see how it goes."

His ice-cold eyes were so intense that they seemed bottomless, like the bottoms of wells in the middle of the night. Arianne was shocked. Mark would never act this way in front of others. It was clear that he really didn’t like his uncle. Jude Tremont seemed unperturbed by Mark’s blunt form of address and rudeness to him. He grinned casually and walked up the stairs, “Mark, I’ve considered some things when I got home. I’ve just returned to the country and I don’t have a single cent on me for rent or living expenses. I’ll need time to find a job. The money you gave me certainly won’t be enough.”