Mark Lewis
Bio
Searching for my voice in this shiny, brand-new vocation called writing. I've been writing for years, but never solely as a writer. I was always writing for school or work, but now, I'm writing as my profession.
Stories (12/0)
My Brush with Covid
We all have those times that we will never forget where we were. These are times that were burned into our memory. I remember vividly my wedding day, the days my children were born, and when my father died. Those that are old enough will remember Pearl Harbor, on 9/11 and many other very personal notable events. We can say the same when the lockdowns for Covid started. For me, that was March 18, 2020. Another Covid memorable Covid event occurred in the waning months of 2021, when my wife and I came down with Covid. We tested positive on Sunday, August 29, 2021. While it seems a lifetime ago, in reality, it has been less than six-months since my fourteen day brush with Covid.
By Mark Lewis2 years ago in Humans
The Reckoning
storm rages It was a dark stormy night and Bobo the Clown was sitting at his makeup desk. He hadn’t stopped crying since it all happened. He had seen a lot in his circus career but tonight was the exception. He threw his wig in the corner of his tent as he reached for his bottle of wine. He took a drink of the wine and grimaced as the warm liquid ran down his throat. He didn’t really care it eased the pain in his heart and his head. He got up from his chair and looked in the mirror. The bandage on his head was still there for all the good it did. He strolled to the door of his tent and looked at the lightning flash in the southern sky. What a night it had been and now it was only going to get worse. He took another long swing of wine and sat back down in his chair. What went wrong? How could everything have gotten all screwed up?
By Mark Lewis3 years ago in Horror
Our Adventures at Wormsloe
The timing couldn’t have been worse. My wife had been planning for months to attend a women’s conference in October. What we didn’t realize was that was the same week our kids, Evie (11) and Gideon (8), would have a five-day weekend. What a great opportunity for a family to have learned how to plan a bit better. Yet, with many of the pandemic restrictions still in place, the prospects for a fun-activity packed weekend, seemed bleak.
By Mark Lewis4 years ago in Families
Afraid of the Dark
Katie woke up to find the world had gone dark. The inky blackness hugged the floors, the walls, and smothered the windows. Darkness, like motor oil, filled the room to where Katie huddled at the head of her bed. It was as if all the light had fallen into a hole. Katie didn’t dare move. She was afraid she would fall into that hole too. Little Jimmy Smith had told her all about the hole that sucked in all the light.
By Mark Lewis4 years ago in Families
on the wall, near the ceiling.
In August 2018, after 13 years of marriage, my wife and I could finally buy our first home. Upon inspection and moving into our home, there were a few of those "That's cool!" and "That's weird!" moments, which are to be expected. One of those oddball moments was discovering a light switch on the wall near the ceiling in our master bedroom.
By Mark Lewis4 years ago in Lifehack
I Had a Stroke (Pt. 3)
As the ambulance pulled off, I had an unobstructed view of the highway. By now, I couldn't speak. I knew what I wanted to say, but my mouth wouldn't/couldn't respond to my desires. However, I could smile, and everything was funny. I felt like giggling the whole time I was in the ambulance. But I was concerned the paramedic riding with me would think something was wrong. This is just a little bit of what I was thinking.
By Mark Lewis5 years ago in Longevity
I Had a Stroke
On Sunday, June 23 at 11:04 AM, I walked into the toddler room at my church. At 11:05 AM, I began to feel the effects. My wife was outside of the room on the playground, trying to dry up some of the water on the playground. I reached for the paper towels by the sink in the nursery in order to assist. I immediately felt a little "off." Something wasn't quite right. I made it to the playground and began wiping out the sinks of the playground kitchen, and my hand felt weak and unresponsive. I remember telling my wife, "My hand wasn't working right."
By Mark Lewis5 years ago in Longevity
