Pamela Williams /Perthena#2476

Joined September 2021

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"Every little thing's gonna be all right." :)

Stories (29/0)

ode to stones
people sometimes disappear evanesce away like sand slips between your fingers there’s nothing you can do, they say …and there was nothing i could do,
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24762 months ago in Poets
DECEPTION
Midnight gusts of wind rattled the windows giving the gallery an eerie ambiance. A red-headed woman and a thin man opened a crate of terracotta mythical beasts in the gallery’s darkened room. The woman removed a beast from the box and brushed sawdust away, revealing cracked, sunken eyes.
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24764 months ago in Fiction
Top Story - June 2023
Experience is BitterTop Story - June 2023
Dazzled by Falstaff’s debonair, I sit at the bar, trying not to stare. So, wait, he sits in the chair right there and tells me he’s had quite a scare.
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24764 months ago in Poets
Problem-Solvers
“There’s a person among us,” I say to my colleagues in the office kitchen. The clock on the kitchen wall whistles like a teapot. Lunch is over.
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24765 months ago in Fiction
Sunshine-Yellow Nail Polish
Grateful they survived the chemical plant explosion years ago when Maya lost her parents and sisters, the sorrow is heavy as Maya and Ira enjoy bread and spiced tea before their wedding. Maya paints her fingernails sunshine-yellow, and her spirit ascends as Ira admires her heavenly choice.
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24765 months ago in Fiction
Seabirds
Distract me, renew my courage, for life is cruel, it seems. I feel comforted by a dream, a dream of the green sea. I can smell the salt and feel the sun on my skin. I can hear the sloshing of the waves. I wish to live by the green sea. The roaring ocean blue is yet another mood to be felt another time. Right now, at this moment, I crave the green and feel camaraderie with seabirds, the seabirds, and their screams.
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24765 months ago in Poets
Falstaff
I ran into Sir John Falstaff, that gentleman of shade. He asked the time of day. It’s not day- I rolled my eyes. He tipped his hat. Perhaps we should share some ale?
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24765 months ago in Fiction
Reminiscence
A cool breeze flows in as Norma reclines on a chaise lounge next to the window. She loosens her hair from clips, sips Merlot from fine crystal, and watches fireflies amidst the darkness; she remembers a cool breeze from the ocean swirling around the dunes and a guy from the past. They kept each other warm that night and sipped wine from plastic cups. She forgot his name when her jeans turned to suits, dunes to desks, plastic to crystal. She wanders to the kitchen pantry and finds a plastic cup. Her unsteady hand dumps Merlot from crystal to plastic.
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24765 months ago in Fiction
IQ
I rush to Leonard Pinkston’s office and trip over his briefcase. He glances up, swivels toward his computer, and scans email. “How dare you intrude.”
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24765 months ago in Fiction
Letter to Anton Chekhov
Dear Anton, I wish you were here, Anton. Although you died in 1904, you are immortal and live on through your stories and plays. I hope to meet you in person on the streets of gold someday because your work has set fire to my passion.
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24765 months ago in Poets
The Windward Side
Who will in the sea from capsized boat flow her-maids, he-maids, sea-maids be where riptides swirl and spin a tale of immortality? No gravity to keep in space confined?
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24768 months ago in Poets
Pain
Zephyrs swirl through flames as the greenwood twists and die. Prayers pour down like rain.
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#24768 months ago in Poets