Redemption
“We met in a cozy little strip mall coffee shop in Broward; living room style with comfortable couches and low tables. There was a bit of awkwardness at first, but it lasted mere seconds before we fell into a wonderful conversation.”
Hidden City
The stories, essays, dreams, and delusions of Marc Kevin Hall
29 April 2008
Belief and Redemption
Some time ago I wrote a story called Belief, about my long-ago love of a woman named Holly. It now has a sequel: Redemption. I hope you enjoy it. Share/Bookmark
28 April 2008
The nature of my game
So this is Hidden City 3.0, more or less. There was the pre-blog version from October 1999 until July 2000, the original version using proto-Blogger until August 2005, the 2.0 version created during Hurricane Wilma, and now this. And through it all there has remained one unanswered question. Why does it exist? That question will [...]
27 April 2008
New suit
When change comes into our lives, desired or not, it’s natural to want to mark the occasion somehow. For some changes, there may be a public event, a party, or a wake, or just some drunken revelry. For personal moments, though, it may be a more cosmetic alteration: new clothes, new hairstyle, new jewelry, new [...]
25 April 2008
There may be some turbulence
If everything goes well a new Hidden City will go live this weekend. I’ve been a bit distracted while working on it, so I am certain there will be all manner of peculiarities. If something breaks, please let me know through the usual channels (like e-mail, Twitter/mkhall, that kind of thing). Share/Bookmark
13 April 2008
Welcome
If you’re coming to visit from SFDB, thanks for stopping by. Whether my writing works for you or not, please do leave a comment; it’s nice to know that my words aren’t drifting away like ashes on the wind. And as always, thank you to Rick at SFDB for his support of my efforts. Share/Bookmark
8 April 2008
Directions
“It was about 7:30 or so on a Saturday night when I realized I left my phone in the car. I went out into the twilight to retrieve it, then stopped on the porch for a moment or two to watch the late birds dart through the branches. That’s when I saw the car moving slowly down the street.” A story of opportunities and destiny.
6 April 2008
Rainsong
“I remembered my grandfather’s farmhouse, and the late summer weekends when my family would visit to help with the small crops. We weren’t farmers, although my great-grandparents had been; most of the land was sharecropped out, but we always grew some things for our own use. “
3 April 2008
Mulberry
A few years ago a windstorm came through my neighborhood and split my mulberry tree in half. It was an old, weird looking thing before the accident, technically not even a tree, just a shrub grown tall and spindly; now it’s really just a piece of a tree roped to the dead stump. See, after [...]
1 April 2008
Fool me twice, we won’t get fooled again
I have mixed emotions about April Fool’s Day pranks. I enjoy a clever joke quite a bit, but so many alleged jokes are stupid and/or mean-spirited that a lot of the fun is leached out of the holiday. But the Internet seems to be a particularly fertile ground for pranking, so there’s hope. Here are [...]