S.K. Wilson
Bio
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
My short form writing mostly falls into the absurd, strange and nonsensical. I enjoy writing micro-fiction collections, been dabbling in poetry.
Debut Arthurian fantasy novel out now! The Knights of Avalon
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Stories (72/0)
The Triptych: Aggression
The three have now joined, they have become… one. They have become… me. I kept hitting. I couldn’t stop. Finally able to vent all the anger and frustration out on the person most responsible. The damage was already substantial and every further hit of my clenched fist inflicted more and more damage, the sound echoed through the darkness, as I continued smashing my fists into the solid brick wall over and over, and over.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
The Triptych: Fear
DARKNESS, Sudden and complete DARKNESS… The power has gone out suddenly in the middle of watching a show, the whole house is dark and quiet, the hum of fridges and televisions silenced by the sudden outage. I freeze in my chair, no sound from my lips, not moving a muscle, as I listen for them.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
The Triptych: Pain
Pain is an old, sometimes assuring friend, it lets you know you are alive, but Pain can also be the worst enemy we ever know. When dealing with physical pain there is nothing to fear, at least for me. Throughout the years it became clear that my pain threshold is quite high, again, at least when it comes to the physical. The time I sliced off the edge of a thumb in woodworking class and simply waited in line to ask the teacher for a band-aid, the chunk of pinky finger scooped out in a strange accident ice-skating, where once again, requesting a band-aid was all I did.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
The Triptych: Anger
My face burns, my throat is scratched and uncomfortable. Feeling close to passing out as posterior vitreous detachment begins once again, the stars in the eyes as my whole body shakes with a rage from deep within my very being. Unsure if there is something wrong with me, or that my soul is corrupted by a deeper torment that my mind can fathom, but anger and rage have always been in me, and in me they are strong.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part II
Stanley’s Theorem Greetings, my name is Reginald Templeton, the creator of Stanley’s Theorem. You are reading this because you have signed on to take part in our tests. You are either someone named Stanley, know someone named Stanley, or fall into the minority group of people that are not named Stanley and do not know someone called Stanley.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Cooinda Cycle: Memory Five
DING DING The electronic bell rang out, signalling someone was calling for assistance. DING DING The chime was a constant through the time at the centre, almost never a time that it could not be heard, there was always someone pressing their call button. If it had gone longer than five minutes without hearing it, it began to feel strange.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part I
The Twisted Tales for Toilet Time Series project of short stories is aimed to be a collection of ultra-short short stories that can be read in the average duration of a toilet visit. Most of which fall into the category of the absurd and have little, to no real plot significance.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Part VI
Seamus the Sea Slug One morning, Seamus the Sea Slug decided to enjoy a day at the beach, so he packed a small bag with his beach gear and headed out of his small cave. Seamus lived only five metres from the beach, however as a slug this trip would take him the best part of a day. He left as soon as the sun began to rise over the horizon, and was making great time. By midday he was at the edge of the sand of the beach, just a few more hours and he would be enjoying the surf.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction