Kerry Williams
Bio
It's been ten days
The longest days. Dry, stinking, greasy days
I've been trying something new
The angels in white linens keep checking in
Is there anything you need?
No
Anything?
No
Thank you sir.
I sit
waiting
Tyler? Is that you?
No
I am... Cornelius.
Stories (81/0)
I Still Call Her Mother.
How did they know we would adapt so easily? Was it our affinity for cellular devices? Our constant need to stay connected? Our strong distaste for being alone, unless we were specifically seeking independence and solitude? Maybe it was a combination of all of those things.
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Humans
Death by Butterscotch
I think most people can say, the fight to educate your children well enough, directly corresponds to their age, and the dangers that they encounter. For instance; You don't need to teach an infant things such as gun safety, driving skills, or how to safely handle a skinning knife. They just don't have the ability to put themselves in a dangerous situation that involves any of those things. Teaching them the dangers of things they might encounter though, is a twenty-four hour job. Non-stop.
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Humans
They say War never Changes...
War... War never changes. Whether it be Ulysses S. Grant, or that guy from the Fallout video games saying it, it's an often used phrase that means something dark and dire, gritty... an idea of helplessness. If it never changes, then you can't change it. If you can't change it, what's the point in fighting it? Fighting back? Fighting at all?
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in The Swamp
Nikki's Song Pt. 2
I held the rail and dipped one foot in, testing what I already knew. My heart and mind struggled to understand. My memories conflicted with one another. Memories of a whale, memories of a human. Images of sea monsters and drawings I'd recently collected came to the forefront of my mind. No! No, no, no! My heart wrenched into a pulp. After two years of struggling to make this happen, and now... she was gone? Over some stupid drawings? I… I didn't think she was a monster! I could never think that!
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Nikki's Song Pt. 3
A hand came up to Sophia's face, hesitant. Her fingers curled, as if she had to cover her mouth but couldn’t, and then, she screamed. It was a blood-curdling, ear-piercing, wail of recognition. She knew now, exactly what was going on. That she now had some sort of extra sensory ability she’d not been born with. Extra Sensory Perception. ESP. More than that, I knew… and she… she’d been the one thinking she was going crazy…
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Fiction
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The more we advance, the more we regress. It's all about balance, and how to balance that balance. But what happens when we achieve the goal we set out for ourselves, only to defeat ourselves in the same process? Some say progress is the only way. Others would question the risk and why to even embark on such a risky venture. What am I talking about? I'm talking about technology, and what it means for the common every day man and woman, and our children, and their children, and their children's children.
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Futurism
The Byron Lane Forest Fire
I was about nine or ten when my friend and I, almost started a forest fire. Stupid kids, I know, but my friends were always getting me into all sorts of trouble. Did I get them into trouble as much as they got me into trouble? I think not. But, I was the outcast, the geek, the ultimate failure in my father's eyes. I was weak, feminie looking (I think so). I sported a bowl cut and wore velvet shirts and courderoy pants. Oh, they're comfortable for sure, but when everyone else is cool, I'm just drool. Hence, I was always looking for ways to be part of the gang.
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Confessions
The Boogey-Man
I was ten or eleven years old at the time. We lived out in the sticks, the boonies, the back water swamp area of Livingston County, Michigan. You might be familiar with the place. Howell, Byron, Cohoctah. Everything in Michigan is named after Indians. Wyandot and Gratiot? Indians. And just as the Native American Indians lived off the land, those who live way out in the country do the same, to a much lesser degree.
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Families
Writing for Seduction
Welcome to Writing for Seduction, an introductory class for those seeking to write convincingly, and with great emotion and realism. Yes? Questions already? Oh yes. Yes, this class is more than just writing. No, don't worry. There's a certain level of realism that comes with any taught subject. No, please uh, please speak up so the audio recorder can pick up your voice. Okay. Let's continue. Oh, and before I forget, can you all see me? Yes? It's not too laggy? Okay. Good. Alright.
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Nikki's Song Pt. 1
My daughter Sophia, told me I shouldn't get on the flight, but, as usual, I'm all about work, and a no-nonsense type. I reassured her that it was perfectly safe, reiterated all the statistics I could remember about air travel being safer than most other forms of travel, gave her a kiss and a hug, and reminded her to feed the dog while I was gone. And NO wild parties.
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Re-Creata-Tino - IRON MAN
So many people watch movies, it's really become one of America's favorite past times. Since certain occurrences have urged people to stay home and stay indoors, rather than driving to a different location to cram in with a bunch of strangers and pay for overpriced popcorn while contracting something you might not get at home, movies at home have become a staple.
By Kerry Williams2 years ago in Geeks