Marc OBrien
Bio
Barry University graduate Marc O'Brien has returned to Florida after a 17 year author residency in Las Vegas. He will continue using fiction as a way to distribute information. Books include "The Final Fence: Sophomores In The Saddle"
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Running Show Wines
With the maiden claiming, ‘defending turf’ the elusive Dr. Wong continued planning an adolescent spirited drinking show, despite the award-winning editor's choice words describing the effort. "It's wine gold,” the elusive Dr. Wong stated, “the quality will put you in a certain place.”
By Marc OBrien6 months ago in Fiction
Tales From The Drunk Side
Due to all the turf condition stance claiming making her an independent spirit, Mrs. Katz stayed occupied inside the same secret place, as in the past, performing miles of smiles, despite being out of the money. Suddenly a long-time faithful companion Miss MM decided to show affection with a well-wisher's delivery, winning white lilacs.
By Marc OBrien6 months ago in The Swamp
The Single Stinger Swinger
Peacefully staring into space, Miss Ray studied the outfield prospects noticing one handle a routine fly with true professionalism. “Nice going kid,” the heir to the single A franchise acknowledged after realizing who he was and the last time she saw the young talent. Spotting occurred, inside her high school home economics class, when the student completed final exam essay obligations, explaining cleaning the plate.
By Marc OBrien6 months ago in Fiction
The Four Back Board Men
Up north boarding two countries, a skirmish broke out, when blue jays from another land, invaded the top perch, occupied with a striped tiger pack. Flying high at breakneck speed the flock pecked their way descending on the Motown danger zone, flattening parked car tires with the mission, ‘lure patrons to visit the Ford dealership and engage in the big buy’.
By Marc OBrien6 months ago in Chapters
Lance's Romance
Fast track lifestyle expert, feeling like a winner Lance’s smile, said it all, as his loop of Henle emptied, only taking a second. “Whatever that maiden was claiming,” the vivid artiste who was out of the money, gritted his teeth, unloading all his bodily fluid, “my winning shot put on a show.”
By Marc OBrien7 months ago in Fiction
