Marie Wilson
Bio
Harper Collins published my novel "The Gorgeous Girls". My feature film screenplay "Sideshow Bandit" has won several awards at film festivals. I have a new feature film screenplay called "A Girl Like I" and it's looking for a producer.
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Jayla Mile. Last Chapters
20. Divining Stone: Gradually an awakening is taking place, the removal of a cast, a sort of sandblast to the senses, stripping away years of dusty thoughts and ancient pain. Layer by layer, a gauze is unraveling, a loose gossamer strand left blowing in the breeze. And Jayla Mile is hurting from the exposure.
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Chapters 18 & 19
18. Angel in Black: Following Jay’s flight from the prayer gathering, she made daily pilgrimages to the park. Three days in a row she trekked the worn route only to find God in the same way she had that night - in the song of chickadees, in the flight of sparrows. She’d walk on through the city and then back to the house of the old man, for even if her beach pals could entertain her along with their leftover Christmas guests, she was feeling too disillusioned for the wonderment of their Yuletide.
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Chapter 17
17. Holy Disorder: And so Mile merged with pure impure Gold in the big brass bed night after night. Forsaking Cornerstone and beach pals, she holed up with Gold in his house where they practiced their own divine brand of Original Sin. That is, until the day he dropped her off at the Centre of the Holy Order.
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Chapters 14, 15, 16
14. Gone for Gold In the wee hours of their first tryst, The Ride of the Valkyrie can be heard throughout the house, and Gold pours Jay more cognac while she pours herself a hot bath. When she is clean and towel-wrapped he leads her to a room where she sits down on the edge of a big brass bed. The frame gleams in the moonlight. He stands before her and she encircles him with her wet goose-bumped arms. Her towels fall. He pushes her softly into the bed, covers her with a cool quilt and leaves the room. Shivering and wet, she curls up and drifts off to restless dreams.
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Chapters 11, 12, 13
11. Sticks and Stones Descending from Stop 39, the tipsy pair head north in a cab to the man’s house. Far from the brash city lights, he leads her along a moonlit path in the autumnal night. Noticing a small pine tree, she pauses to take in the fresh scent of its resin. She topples a little into its moon-splashed needles so he takes her arm - that arm again - and steers her to the front door of his house, a modest brick manse on a piece of land dotted with plants and trees.
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Chapters 9 & 10
9. Lilacs and Roses Jay and Gold bar hop, from Club Intime to the Cloak and Dagger to Stop 39, where they are thirty-nine storeys into the sky and twenty-six stories into his life. He punctuates his lengthy diatribes with the lighting of cigarettes. Holding the lit match for a pregnant moment, his chiseled features are illuminated from below; devilish shadows play there as he tilts his head down to ignite the waiting fag. Exhaling, he extinguishes the match flame with a snap of his wrist, then looks up at her through strategically arranged eyebrows to resume the spinning of a metaphysical qabbalistical quandary around and about her brain.
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Chapters 7 & 8
7. Going for Gold: At seven o'clock on the assigned Friday evening Jay walks from her class at the Lilac Circus to the street of the lowlit Club Intime. She intends to stop and have a cigarette a block away from its canopied entrance, while pondering her next move. It seems foolish, this rendezvous, an invitation to the kind of trouble she’d decided to be through with. Man Trouble.
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Top Story - August 2025.
1. The Magic If If you were to see her from the fifth floor of a downtown apartment building, a dark figure passing strange and floating mirage-like amidst the broken-brick chimneys and gravel-topped roofs within your range of vision, you might only see a flurry of black and fading garments fluttering in the wind. But if she were to look up, you might also see, through green spider plant spindles and a rain-drizzled window, the blue and sorrow of her eyes. And if you were Samuel Cornerstone you’d have a sixth sense about this dark angel, this saviour of your soul - St. Jayla of the Lilac Circus - and you would pray she’d come to you finally and completely, and when at last she did, you’d take her by the hand and go paint the town Rose Madder.
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Chapters
Autographs
When I was a kid autograph books were a thing and you’d inevitably get one for your birthday or Christmas. But these little books were for comments and signatures from your friends and family and even your teachers. They were not for movie stars or celebrities. We didn't know any famous people and were unlikely to encounter any, so that was not the goal. The idea was the common folk in your hood or house wrote a little poem or joke then signed it. Here's my brother's entry:
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Geeks
