L. M. Williams
I'm a self-published author that enjoys writing fantasy/supernatural novels and occasionally dabble in poetry and realistic fiction. In my spare time I'm writing, a freelance artist or annoying my cat. "Rising Stars" is my first novel.
Just A Swimmin' In the Ocean
Have you ever seen the sunrise from under the water? It's pretty cool, you know...when I'm awake to see it. The current of the ocean sways and grabs the tendrils of sunlight, pulling them down in rainbowed bands of gold and pink and orange. It looks like mermaid's hair threaded through the first couple feet of water.
It starts with a small box. It's dainty and encased with a thin unwrinkled brown paper wrapping. It fits in the palms of your hands. It is easy to hide. You wish it was easy to misplace and forget about. But it follows you, no matter where you go. It is as much a part of you as the air in your lungs. As the blood in your veins.
I don't truly remember when it started. It was just another day I suppose. Nothing special about it. I'm sorry. No. That's a lie.
A Little Bit Goes A Long Way
The rain sounds more of a dull roar outside of my car than anything else. It's a solid sheet of white pounding down, consuming the world in a little grey cloak. It is fitting that the world would be in mourning. The world doesn't have the right to go on, to be happy--at least not right now.
"Does that tickle?" His breath caresses her navel as he dribbles chocolate across her chest and down her stomach. The chocolate is sticky and thick and just warm enough that it burns in the most intoxicating ways, leaving a sensual tingling trail over the surface of her skin.
In The Heat of Summer
Moving to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere was never my plan. I prefer the city, the noise, the people. But when the office started making cuts and gave the option of 4 weeks severance or move to the "rural office" with moving expenses, I selected the latter.
The Power of Zen
If you are anything like me, you keep going and going until you drop. You have a checklist/do-list a mile long and it seems like you always put more things on it than you can remove. At the end of the day that glass (or bottle) of wine just isn't cutting it anymore and you need something to relax you, something that will allow you to simply take a step back and breathe.
Aim-mo lays on their back. They can feel each little pebble and dip in the cement floor beneath them. It seems like a weird place to be, just laying on the floor, but it's oddly comfortable. Temperatures are low, the first break they've gotten all summer. A solid crisp beam of sunlight slices through the torn currents covering the glassless window. The curtains silently flap back and forth in a soft morning breeze.