Leigh Williams
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Déjà vu
Always being pulled shut lazily, the curtains had a habit of never fully closing. The morning light had just began to fall through the gap, making particles of dust look as though they were waltzing through the air. Every morning started the exact same. It stood still; the outside world still asleep. And then just like clockwork he rolled over. I have about two minutes of watching the sun dance on his face before he woke up. My favourite moment of every single day. His eyes open, dazed by the bright sun. I watch him, entranced by the colours of his now waking eyes. Burnt pools of honey staring back at me. Filled with so much…soul? The familiarity of his eyes still giving me butterflies, this is what is feels like to be falling in love. And for a moment, it’s like maybe he remembers who I am. Then like a switch turning off the moments over, the soul in his eyes disappear, still the colour of honey but now somewhat colder. A feeling of uneasy washes over me, this is the moment I hate of everyday. As the sun has finished rising and reality sets in.
By Leigh Williams3 years ago in Fiction
A letter to my child
Firstly, if this letter is reaching you, it means that I didn’t make it back. I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry that even when I was trying my best, it still wasn’t good enough. Secondly, it means that your Aunt Claire has decided that you are now ready to take over the fight. You’ll get further than any of us ever did.
By Leigh Williams3 years ago in Fiction
For the sake of her
He shouldn’t have done it. We don’t steal from our own, it isn’t what we do. In this ‘new world’ we have no laws, no one to keep the peace among the poor. The ‘rich’ left us here as soon as things started going wrong. We knew it was coming, but we didn’t know when. As soon as the wars began, all the leaders left, along with those that had the money to buy ticket to go with them. It was like doomsday, only with man made technology instead of beaming lights from the sky. Several rockets and ships left. I don’t know where to. Hell I’m still on this damn planet. Could be worse I guess, I could be dead.
By Leigh Williams3 years ago in Fiction
Fox among wolves
I held out my fingers and began counting. “Things I know are true; 1. My name is Max Elliots, but the people around me, only know me as Dakota 2. My family were all killed because of me, 3. I don’t trust a single person in this pack, 4. I have killed people, 5. Zombies are real.”
By Leigh Williams3 years ago in Geeks
The lonely drifter
20.03.2032 Another boring Saturday. Today is cold. Colder than before. It has been a while since I last wrote I couldn’t find a pen that would work. I don’t know why I bother really. If I had just gave up when I was kicked out, life would have been easier. No one warns you that living on the streets is so… cold. In all ways. People stopped looking at me, instead they look through me. I used to have things. Not just somewhere to live, but interests, hobbies, things. Now it’s just me, my change of clothes, whatever change I find for food and this damn diary.
By Leigh Williams3 years ago in Fiction
The weight of the world
When you realise that we are nothing but animals on a rock bobbing our way through space you may have one of two reactions; 1) everything means nothing, or 2) everything is so very important as its so fragile. And both of them reactions are so completely valid and overwhelming. Do we focus on work and ensuring we have everything we need to simply survive, do we focus on passions and interests and ensure that we live a fulfilling life, do we focus on family and making sure we love as hard as we can? What is it that you're planning on achieving during you're short time on this rock? That's what it all comes down to in the end. Some want to be remembered forever and some want to see it all. But how to do you figure out what it is that you want before you feel as though you've wasted too much time?
By Leigh Williams3 years ago in Humans