I write sci-fi and other things too.
Years ago rain like this made me feel glad to be alive. I remember getting soaked to the skin coming home from school and then hanging my wet clothes to dry on a line in the scullery. Even a scolding from my mum didn't dampen my spirits. I was too happy dunking chocolate digestive biscuits into a mug of hot tea until the chocolate melted and I could lick it off while the fire in the hearth roared and crackled and sparks jumped onto the iron grate and smoldered for a few seconds.
"My father loved September Morn," Sadako said, her voice almost a whisper. "He only went that day because someone called in sick."
Fiction writer job description: sit in a room and make things up. Here's a handwritten microfiction story inspired by the word "Old".
And here I am again; four more pages.I like this early bird gets the worm way of working.If only I could do it full-time and make a good living out o...
Take a bowl of delayed gratification sprinkled with the fruits of opportunities but handle carefully lest accomplishments spill over and some early bird ...
Here's the YouTube version of my monthly 'what am I doing now' update. I post NOW updates to markmccluretoday.com/now (every month, usually on the 28t...
Ricardo Semler, the Brazilian sometime CEO of Semco and author of the bestselling Maverick, is a very unique businessman indeed.
"The Great East Japan Earthquake ( 東日本大震災 )" happened thirteen years ago today (2011-03-11).
I stared up at the isolation room’s steel gray ceiling and fumed in frustration. Security said they’d put me here for my own saf...
A poem written during a Secret Santa writing challenge last December.This work was handwritten and produced by a human writer; no generative AI got a...
