mark william smith
Bio
I have been writing now as a hobby for 20 years.
Stories (33/0)
THE JOURNEY
I open my eyes and the dim light stirs the nausea which moves through me in slow waves. I steady my breathing, drop back into the darkness and the swirling waves of nausea slow enough that I will not be sick. At least, not in the immediate future.
By mark william smith2 years ago in Fiction
RITUAL
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Mists, catching the faint light of the moon, drifted silently along the forest floor. The wind, moved through the trees in long waves, creating a rising and falling crescendo of rattling leaves.
By mark william smith2 years ago in Fiction
THE CROSSING
One day I was playing with my friends and it seemed like the next day, I woke up in the hospital bed. My dad noticed that rather than playing with my friends, I was sleeping more. I didn’t want to eat, my stomach hurt and then the doctor visits began. The doctors would lean close to me and speak in friendly voices. I didn’t really understand what they were telling me but I began to realize I was sick and they were going to help me get better.
By mark william smith2 years ago in Fiction
A HAND OF CARDS
Bill leaned back in the wooden chair, tipping it onto rickety legs until its gravity passed center and it floated slowly backwards, tapping against the rotting, grey boards of the general store. His hat was pulled low, creating a shady place for him to hide his eyes while the sun showered a blazing glare on the land.
By mark william smith2 years ago in Fiction