Richard Alfred Marschall

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WRITING IS ABOUT SO MUCH MORE THAN PUTTING WORDS
DOWN TO PAPER - our stories and books, poems, and written
verse, express our values and philosophies. The written word
is an expression of self, the ultimate form of conveyance, from
mind, to three-dimensional texture and surface.

Good writing is the ability to take an idea about a topic, and
formulate it into an effective piece of writing, with a clear
and interesting thesis and follow through.

The best authors incorporate the emotions, feelings, and sensations,
of their characters into their stories and verse, and convey the
emotional constructs of growth and development - the electric that
allows our characters to move forward, and change, and to experience the
virtues that make each of them different and unique. In many respects
the character(s) are the author, and vice-versa.

Our readers become our character, seeing, what our character
sees, hearing what he hears, tasting what he tastes, and so on...
The reader is drawn into our characters' thoughts, perceptions and
emotions - avataring into the deepest recesses of their minds.




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The purpose of this Website is to explore new realms of the human psyche, to go beyond the boundaries of the human experience and enter the minds of my characters.  I write books that will hopefully spark my reader's imagination and carry them into new worlds of suspense and intrigue. Each work is carefully and painstakingly researched to make certain it conforms to the realities of the situation. Utilizing imagery and sensory perception clues, I make every effort to immerse the reader into the character's emotional milieu, thoughts and physical perceptions. The reader shares his joys and his traumas. It is writing devoted to the evolution of character, story and plot and writing that truly places the reader inside the minds of the characters in the story.

To date I have written and published a total of eleven books and perhaps thousands of works of poetry. I am a frequent contributor to numerous literary anthologies, including the prestigious SCWG, the Scribblers of Brevard, Precious Publications, Poetry Nation, Poetry Soup, and the poetry wing of the SCWG. My works have been published traditionally with Taylor and Seale Publishing, as well as self-published on KDP.

A graduate of Towson University in Maryland, I did my graduate work at Western Illinois University.

I am active in a number of literary associations including the Precious Publishing forums, the Space Coast Writers' Guild, the poetry wing of the SCWG, the Scribblers of Brevard, Poetry Nation, Poetry Soup, and the Florida Writers' Association. I have won the Edmund Skelling Poetry Award, placed in Poetry Nation's "Poets of the Year" on three separate occasions, and I am a "Semi-Finalist" in Poetry Nation's 2023 Poetry Contest.
On numerous occasions I have taken 1st place on Poetry Soup. My works have also been selected as Trail Life's official poem for this division of Trail Life, in Brevard County, Florida.

Served as literary editor of the Scribblers 2018-19, and the SCWG in 2023, and as president of the Scribblers first part of 2020.

To date, I have written and published four poetry anthologies of my own works.









June 30, 2024

Sign up now for a chance to win the paperback copy of my: "The Magic of Christmas", the compelling, insightful, and timeless collection of Christmas verses, and pentameter that addresses the ageless question of whether, or not, Christians still accord the proper significance to the true meaning of Christmas. The contest starts June 30, 2024 and runs to July 31, 2024. All entrants will also receive a FREE copy of the short story: "(the) Ghost and the Manatee"Read More


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DEADLY ENCOUNTERS      "Teaser"   Chapter One imageDEADLY ENCOUNTERS      "Teaser"   Chapter One image
SEE "TEASER" , last page   of website
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QUARRYTOWN - THE TEENAGE YEARS

Tension and fear grip three young friends when they are challenged to do the unthinkable - to scale the North Slope of the haunted quarry.

2

Justice Unbound Gehenna Book One 1st edition

Baltimore is in the crosshairs as the deadly gangs join together to take over the city. You are going to have to think fast, and move quickly, in this fast-paced, action/thriller, that doesn't let up until the very end.

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FIRST CALL * POETRY FOR THE AGES

In his first poetry anthology, Richard A. Marschall delves into the realm of human emotions, sentiments, and interactions, in flowing meter and rhyme - from the mystical rhymes of "Cobalt Blue" and the haunting story told in "An Old Man's Elegy", to the sobering thoughts of the pentameter of "Neighborly Ways", and then later, to the questions in his free verse, of was it the lizard's fault, that he did nothing when the big machines came to demolish his lands and his home.

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BLESSED * THE STORY OF JOYCE V. MARSCHALL

How, could a young girl, confronted with an incomprehensible, debilitating, disease, surmount the odds of her doctors' ignorance and ambivalence, and her parent's frustration and uncertainty? She would have to use all her cunning and wits to battle the insidious monster, and demon growing inside her.

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The Magic of Christmas

The first of the Christmas Poetry Anthology Trilogy series explores the real meaning of the Christmas Holiday, and what Christmas is all about. A delightful collection of lighthearted Christmas verse addresses the ageless question of whether or not, Christians still accord the proper significance to the real meaning of Christmas.

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Cries in the Wilderness

Poetry that never slows down to take a breath, Marschall's riveting, and engaging verses examine the premise that there is a place for man in the grand scheme of the universe and that God's Grace, oft' times finds expression, in that elusive thing that philosophers have dubbed "the equation of life" WHY do I exist? Does my life matter? WHY am I even here? "Cries in the Wilderness" offers a gripping, compelling, and challenging view of man at his best and his worst, and couches our destiny in questions, we have to answer ourselves from the wisdom imparted to us in Marschall's verses.

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DEADLY ENCOUNTERS

Is it too late to undo the "Master's" plan? Is our nation even capable of overcoming the overwhelming odds that have been marshaled against us? Have members of our own government betrayed us? Are the odds stacked against America this time? What if? ... what if, ...it's our time to join the ranks of the empires and civilizations, that have perished before us?

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In the Eyes of the Children, Poetry, Anthology Trilogy, Book Two

In his second of his Christmas Trilogy series Richard A. Marschall elicits the ideas and emotions of the very ones who make and shape our world. Here, he draws on the premise, that the children are our lives, and it is they, who hold the promise of a better tomorrow!

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2027 THE BEGINNING (Forthcoming in 2024)

Our world, as we knew it, ... gone in an instant of retaliatory rage of man against man, of dogma against dogma. Thirty-five of our most liberal enclaves, wiped out in the nano-seconds of thirty-five nuclear blasts. No more left-wing ideology, no more socialism, or pre-communist society. Conservatives should have been elated. Did it not signal a return to the days before 911? The opposition was crushed. Hatred, mistrust and false narratives were squelched. Why did he feel the stinging pain of the dead? Why did he harbor the need, to visit the wastelands?

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RICARD A. MARSCHALL'S SHORT STORIES OF FLORIDA

A marvelous collection of nine of my best short stories of southern Florida, their genuiness, and faithful rendering, and fast-paced, jump at you, action, makes each story, a "not to be put down", event in itself. Each story captures the essence of the southern Florida mystique - and comes alive the peninsula's lands and its people. See southern Florida through their eyes, and their sensitivities!

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Justice Unbound Gehenna Book One 2nd edition

The adrenaline-pumping, action packed, "revamped" 2nd edition, to Book One of the Justice Unbound series is packed-full, with episodes, and events that fill out and enliven the first of this series. Baltimore City is the murder capital of the Western World. No one is safe! Cops are being gunned down as if they are targets at a shooting range. Residents fear leaving their homes. The mayor and the city's elected officials are in bed with the ruthless gangs, who have signed a pact with the devil. When Councilwoman Leandra Dunkins is killed outside her West Baltimore apartment, the message is clear to every denizen of Baltimore. BEWARE! Can one man make a difference in this city riddled with crime and corruption? Are the vicious, murderous, gangs of Baltimore unstoppable? Is Gehenna the answer? Gehenna 2nd edition, will have you holding onto your seat until the last moment!

The Magic of Christmas   Book One ...  of the Christmas Poetry trilogy

The Magic of Christmas Book One ... of the Christmas Poetry trilogy

From the poem, "The Magic of Christmas" Every child at Christmas has their own special star, lights in the darkness, offering hope from afar. The magic of Christmas, is the light in their eyes, as they open each present, a brand new, surprise. *** and, from the poem, "Welcome Baby Jesus" They prophesied His birth, long before he arrived - a Story, a legend, His prophecy survived. A new king who would rule the Earth, with great wisdom and Glory - Christ was our Savior and Redeemer - this is the Christmas story.

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Deadly Encounters –
Book Two  from the Justice Unbound series
Piney Reservoir Fishing Reserve
Late June …
                                          Teaser        Chapter One                                               

AT THE RESERVOIR:   Late June  7:00 a.m. …
Wearing a drab green Colombia-Brand, fishing shirt, and sporting a black Jarvis Walker “Integra” Rod and Reel, the sketchy figure passed unnoticed in the early sunrise as he made his way along the shores of the Piney Reservoir Fishing Reserve outside Frostburg, Maryland, a popular fishing spot in the western part of the state, and coincidentally, the main water source for the small town of Frostburg.   
Chapter 1   Piney Reservoir, Maryland
Abdul Khaliq Khalili looked no different than any of the others out fishing that brisk June morning. His foam trucker, lightweight cap, with the embossed bass logo, blended right in with what everyone else was wearing that day, and except for his heavy baritone voice, which he used only sparingly, there was nothing that distinguished him from any of the other fishermen on the lake that morning, that is, unless you looked more closely at the hard bulge in his camouflaged,  50 L, military, tactical knapsack, hanging on his back. Even then, it could have been anything. The man at the Dick’s Sporting Goods Store told him this was the backpack the Scouts used, when they went on overnight hiking trips. 
His dark, sunken eyes, were hidden behind his Spencer HD Polarized, Colored Mirrored Lens Sunglasses, UV400, he had purchased at the Walmart store off York Road, in Cockeysville, Maryland, a few days earlier, as a last-minute add-on, to his pre-planned attire. Cautiously, he looked from side to side, his eyes closing slowly, his temples beating mightily.
Abdul’s mind was on more than fishing. He was tasked with a very heavy assignment. He
was the first of the “new generation”, the first forerunner Middle Easterner who had been
specifically groomed for this new role. His mentors had been clear. He would blend in, and be assimilated into the general populace, unnoticed by any other, than his immediate colleagues. He would look “American”.
“Evan,” the voice crackled on his hand-held two-way radio transceiver, “how is the fishing this morning?”
“Pulling the radio from his waist belt, he responded softly in the code he had been instructed to use, “the fish are biting this morning. It looks like it will be a good day!”
“Be well brother. Bring home many fish today!” the voice replied before signing off. The two-way radio silent, he placed it back into his wide, webbed, American tactical belt.
                                                               ***
Abdul reached the destination he had pre-programmed on his American-made GPS. Looking down at his American-made, Thorogood Outdoor Boots, he was satisfied he had made good choices. Turning to make certain there was no one else around, he was pleased he had chosen a secluded spot. Carefully unzippering the large knapsack, he took out the three components he had carefully packed earlier that day. It felt good to unburden himself of the cumbersome, hard plastic bottles he’d been carrying all morning. This would be a test they had told him, a rehearsal for something much bigger. Today’s trial was about more than an infinitesimal dot, in a remote area, no one had heard about.
Last of all he took out his Walther PPQ Q4, 9 mm with its matching black, metallic suppressor, and laid it on the towel he also kept in the bag. He was ready. The lives of his wife and four sons depended on his performance this morning.    
He heard the crackle of brush before he saw the young man and little boy emerge from the woods. Wearing a loose-fitting, light grey tee, emblazoned with the pics of his favorite Justice League characters,  and carrying a detached maple branch, still festooned with the brown-green leaves from a recent separation, his “walking stick”, he had picked up along the trail, the little boy, with the beautiful blue eyes, appeared to be distracted over a medium-sized, hardened, orangish-brown mass on the lower right side of his Justice League shirt. The mass kept rubbing against his belly, and it was itchy, and annoying. Moving his crop of long, unruly, light blond hair from his eyes, he kept fidgeting with the distracting lump on his shirt, repeatedly spitting into the bottom of his tee, without any success, using the shirt as a sponge of sorts, to try and wipe the bothersome protrusion away[LH1] [RM2] .      
The surly man did not flinch. His eyes took in the entire scenario, and they were calm; but his body language told another story. His knees, he held tight together, his fists, he held balled, as his weapons of first defense, clenched at his sides. He would not make any pre-emptive moves. His muscles tense, his body taut, he waited for the boy to speak.
The little boy stood still, his mind racing, wondering why this man was way out in this part of the woods. It had taken forever, for he and his father to reach this spot.  
Thoroughly engrossed in what the man was doing in the woods by the water’s edge, he wanted to know everything about this strange individual, this man who was dressed in the same manner as the fishermen he had seen earlier when he and his father had entered the park down closer to the dam.
“Hi!” the little boy yelled out as he ran up to Abdul. He was so excited he nearly tripped over a rock laying a few feet from where Abdul stood. Catching himself before he fell, he at once saw the items on the ground and stopped. The items on the towel caught his attention, and he turned to his father and asked: “Daddy. why does the man have a gun?”  His father, preoccupied with removing some thorns he had picked up along the trail from his trousers, did not respond right away. Once he stopped, and saw what was on the ground, he  grabbed his son’s hand; but Abdul was faster.   
“It’s only for protection! I’ve heard there are bears in these parts.” Abdul said to diffuse the situation, with a slight grin on his face.  “Don’t be afraid. I’ll put it away. The little boy stopped, thinking what he would say next. Abdul would not be deterred. This was only a distraction; this wasn’t a crisis. “How old are you, my man?  he asked the little boy in his deep voice, carefully softening his intonation for the child.  
“I’m five,” replied the youngster, turning his attention to the other objects on the ground.
            Abdul relaxed a bit; but as his guard came down, the five-year-old continued his prying.
“What is the other thing?” the little boy asked, pointing to the suppressor.
“It’s just something I use when I’m inside to block out the noise.” Abdul responded. This little one was annoying. Abdul was becoming increasingly agitated. He had not reckoned on a nosy little boy messing up his plans for the morning.
                                                               
Seeing his displeasure and sensing the strong current of Abdul’s mounting frustration, the young father looked at Abdul, and said softly, “I’m sorry to bother you”.
Then, looking inadvertently  to the ground, he made the fatal mistake he would soon regret. “What’s this?” he continued, looking at the vials and plastic gallon containers of the yellowish-green liquid that had been meticulously aligned on the 2 x 4 foot blue towel Abdul had set up only minutes earlier. “Are these all for fishing?” he asked. He knew his mistake immediately when he saw the twisted expression on Abdul’s face and the sinister, dead, emotionless look in the man’s dark eyes. The father stopped, and, tugged again on his son’s hand; but it was too late.     
Quickly screwing the suppressor onto the barrel of the Walther, Abdul was ready for what he had to do next. No one must know of his mission here, nor suspect anything amiss before his mission was complete. The life of the father was a small sacrifice for the greater good! One American for his own family. It was a no-brainer!  
The little boy pleaded with him with his eyes. “Please don’t shoot us mister!” he cried, his little eyes growing larger as he saw the look of fear on his father’s face.  It was over in an instant. Abdul didn’t blink an eye as he shot the father. He would let the little one go. It would be hours before the young boy would be found, and by then, Abdul would be on his way back home. It was good he brought the gun. It made the deed less personable. It was the gun that took the father’s life! He’d do it again if he had to!
                                                                ***
Wasn’t that what he’d been sent here to do?  Allah should be smiling! Standing there, the Walther still warm in his hand, he savored his accomplishment. It felt good. He was hot, flushed with his success. It was the gun! He was just a mortal! This cold, hard,  piece of molded metal dictated to him what had to be done. It controlled his every action! With this weapon he was king. Abdul cradled the warm machine of death to his bosom.
                                                               ***
Could it be the darkness that had crept into his being? Was it not only yesterday that he had been a teacher, a forger of young minds? What had happened in that interim between daylight and night? The “cause” was never his! How had he succumbed to the rhetoric and falsehoods of the caliphate? What i chose to go back?
                                                                ***     
The little one froze, staring at the lifeless body of the person who had been his father only moments before. He shook his father’s dead body, trying to elicit a response. When there was none, he looked to the man with the still-smoking, weapon of death. He could do nothing here, so he ran, into the thick brush of the woods, his eyes those of a child in distress, his heart a cold, hard rock of anger and mistrust. There would come a day when he would revenge his father’s death.
 
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