About mwsasse

2014-07-14 20.03.18Hello everyone.  My mwsasse website is meant to establish creative connections with other writers, producers, and lovers of good storytelling.

I’ll be writing about writing, publishing, history, culture, and life. I’d love to hear your thoughts as well!

I jumped into the indie author life in December 2012 when I published my first novel, “Beauty Rising”. Since then I have published my second novel, The Recluse Storyteller, in October 2013, and I released my third novel, The Reach of the Banyan Tree, in June of 2014. I published my first Christmas story, If Love is a Crime, in December 2014, and my fourth novel, A Love Story for a Nation, is set for a mid-2015 release. My fifth novel is well underway and should be arriving by the end of 2015.

A little about myself: I’ve spent most of the last two decades living overseas in Vietnam and Malaysia.  I’m currently living in Penang, enjoying the tropical weather and the creative writing energy this setting provides.

Besides writing novels, I’m also bonkers about drama and musical theatre. I love writing 2014-05-28 18.03.22plays and have written and produced more than 10 full-length productions. I’m especially in love with the short play format and have written nearly 40 short plays over the last few years. They are on average about 10 minutes long. I’ve even won a couple awards for those.

  • 2013 Best Script Award for my play “No, in Spite of Itself.” (penangpac Short & Sweet Festival
  • 2014 Best Script Award for my play “A Pinch of Fate, A Shot of Destiny” (penangpac Short & Sweet Festival)

“A Pinch of Fate” is also being featured in the Sydney Short & Sweet Festival in February 2015.

I’d love to connect with you about writing, producing, and any other related fields.

Mark W Sasse

Email: mark@mwsasse.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/markwsasse (HERE!)2014-09-16 14.25.20

Twitter: @sassevn

Amazon Author Page: Mark Sasse Amazon Author Page

(Right: My Malaysian writing paradise.)

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BOOK 1 – A Man Too Old for a Place Too Far

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT – in this excerpt the Manhattan businessman finds himself on a train in Romania in 1989 – nearly thirty years in the past – and he’s being delightfully tormented by Bee, the strange flying figure in a white dress.

Frick lunged forward and tried to swat Bee with his hand, but with a simple tilt of the head, she whisked inches away from her attacker. It delighted her so. Frick sat down in his surliness and puffed a few vacant words Bee’s way like a petulant child might mock his mother. The other two men sitting in the front of the car turned in a queer manner and glanced with disapproval at Frick’s unruly behavior. Frick didn’t like being stared at, much less being scorned, so he cast his eyes upon them with his typical tempestuousness.
“What are you looking at?”
The two turned immediately. Frick smirked, but the goofy grin soon faded as a strange realization came upon him. “Bee, did I say that in English?”
“Did it sound like English to you?”
“No.”
“Well, words that don’t sound like English rarely are English.”
“You mean they could understand me?”
“Everyone understands that uniform. What’s not to understand?”
“What do you mean, this uniform?”
“Well, it’s time for me to go. Goodbye, Francis.”
“No, wait,” said Frick, leaning forward and motioning for her to stay.
“Do you think I’m your friend?” she asked. “I just hit you in the face with a pomegranate. Two in fact. I hope you learned your lesson.”
“It wasn’t the first time you hit me in the face with a pomegranate.”
Bee laughed. “Oh, you are right, aren’t you? When you were lying in bed.”
“Don’t forget about the coconut.”
Bee let out an especially high-squealed snicker. “Tropical delight.”
“Bee, sit still for a second. I have a question for you. I’m in Romania.”
“So am I,” said Bee. “And that’s not a question.”
“Why?”
“I came to see you.”
“No, why am I here? And is this real?” Frick pulled out the train ticket and held it up to her. “Look. It says December 1989. Is it 1989? But it’s certainly not December. It’s summer. I was in the hay field. I saw Ash, and he tells me to put this on.” He pointed down at his uniform. “And then I meet Ulrich. And …”
The train pulled into a small station. Out the window, a pole with a lone bulb dangled from a metal arch, illuminating a small round area at its base. Snow flurries whisked in all directions above the white, barren ground. He stood and bent over to get a closer look, pressing his forehead against the glass. Several people, bundled in winter coats, scurried along towards the small platform near the front of the train.
“I have never known it to snow in the summer,” said Bee.
“Maybe I’m insane.”
“Indubitably.”

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