Nancy Gwillym
Bio
I'm a soon-to-be retired paramedic in NYC. I'm also a crazy cat/bird/etc lady who writes stories. Thank you for reading!
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Stories (34/0)
The Glow Worm Show
For the first six years of my life, I was an only child. Despite having the full and complete attention of my parents, the night-time ritual of books at bedtime was never embraced by either of them. In their defense, the VCR hadn’t been invented yet and it was the Golden Age of television. There were only about five channels but they offered all of the timeless icons like the Six Million Dollar Man, Charlie’s Angels, and the vast variety of well, variety shows.
By Nancy Gwillym3 years ago in Families
Below the New Horizon
Day 5 in the Silo: It’s another glorious day underground. The bunker is surprisingly luxurious. The apartments are impeccably decorated, there is a five-star chef cooking for us, we have so many recreation options, even a swimming pool! There are stockpiles of anything you could ask for. It is clean, organized, and efficient. All that is in short supply in the chaotic world above us, is ours in abundance. I’m grateful to our ingenious Elliot for getting us here.
By Nancy Gwillym3 years ago in Fiction
From the Ashes
“I still believe in love,” The face shield of my gas mask was covered in scratches, rendered almost useless from the ash, when I found that abandoned convenience store. The thin man had been inside, hacking whatever dry phlegm he could clear from his lungs into a “Let It Burn” t-shirt he seemed to have found in the store.
By Nancy Gwillym3 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2021
The Station 57 CatTop Story - April 2021
There was a “meow” coming from somewhere in front of our station. We heard it at random intervals, desperate but also elusive. Two of the Emergency Medical Technicians I work with helped me canvas the area, using whatever meat products we could find in our break room refrigerator as bait. We are situated in a busy area of Brooklyn and there are many feral cats nearby, but none had ever called out to us before.
By Nancy Gwillym3 years ago in Petlife
To Serve Man
As a child growing up in the 1970s, the mothers on our block would throw us out of the house each day during the summer, when we would roam the neighborhood unsupervised until the street lights signaled our return. It wasn’t just so they could watch their soaps unencumbered by noisy children. There was also a prevailing wisdom they all prescribed to that too much television made your brain go “soft”. It was bad enough we got a few hours in during the school year; they would not allow a summer filled with marathons of Gilligan’s Island and Gidget to be the undoing of all our learning.
By Nancy Gwillym3 years ago in Geeks
The Spencer Spectacle
Eddie was proud of the life he had built, beholden only to the two giant orbs in the sky which dictated the parameters of his very flexible schedule. His days were guided by the ebb and flow of light and changing seasons and he felt in tune, finally, with the world around him.
By Nancy Gwillym3 years ago in Humans
The Mouths of Hungry Babies
Was that the sound of dogs in the distance? Arnold couldn’t be sure. He didn’t want to believe they had tracked him so quickly. As he stumbled through the woods with his bum leg slowing him down and the light of day fading, Arnold decided that it might be better if he just hid out for a few hours before continuing on. It would give him some time to figure out what to do next.
By Nancy Gwillym3 years ago in Horror
