A collection of short stories by Markus McDowell the extremes we often find ourselves in—sometimes of our own making. McDowell uses fantasy, literary fiction, historical fiction, speculative fiction genres to capture his explorations of the human experience.
A collection of short stories by Markus McDowell the extremes we often find ourselves in—sometimes of our own making. McDowell uses fantasy, literary fiction, historical fiction, speculative fiction genres to capture his explorations of the human experience.
This 2nd collection of short stories by Markus McDowell continues his interest in loss, grief, chaos, and the human reaction to it—good and bad.
Markus McDowell explores the use of the word “so” as a modifier for an adjective, which lead him to write a collection of short stories based on the small word. This essay also includes the background of all ten short stories in his collection entitled So Deep in Shadow.
“So Rude,” a short story by Markus McDowell, has been selected as a finalist in the Riversong Short Story Contest for 2022.
Read this first draft of a short story by Markus McDowell, part of a forthcoming collection of short stories.
A sneak peek of an early draft of a story by Markus McDowell, from the forthcoming collection “So: Short Stories”
A rough draft of a new short story for an upcoming collection.
I am almost always writing, of course, but when I travel I like to focus particularly on my own writing instead of the writing, editing, ghostwriting, and research I do for other authors and for publishers. At the moment, I am in the Coachella Desert at a lovely resort. It is peaceful and inspiring. For those of you interested in my current projects, here we go:
The cell was dark and damp; he dirt floor covered with dried rushes. They were not fresh. No bench, no chair, no low stone bed.
The man sat huddled in one corner. He had pulled together some of rushes to make an ersatz cushion. Still, the cold emanating from the nearby walls seeped through his thin garment. At least it was warmer now that it was in April—the winters were cold here in the center of Paris.
