SHORT STORY: Goldmine by Mark McConville

- Short Story - Mark McConville - Goldmine
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‘He always told me to run, to become a scared animal, but I stood still and saw the blood trickle down from the ceiling onto the floor. I looked into the eyes of this behemoth like man who shouted into my ear.’

‘’Run like your life depended on it.’’

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SHORT STORY: Suburbia And A Thirst For Control by Mark McConville

Mark McConville - Suburbia And A Thirst For Control - Short Story
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‘They say suburbia is subtle compared to the burden of a city, but they’re all superficial here, carrying their suitcases, and priding themselves on their wonderful lives. You wanted more, more money, a better existence, but the city beckons, the rush, the power, the skyscrapers, the fame-hungry monsters, you belong there.’

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