S.K. Wilson
Bio
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
My short form writing mostly falls into the absurd, strange and nonsensical. I enjoy writing micro-fiction collections, been dabbling in poetry.
Debut Arthurian fantasy novel out now! The Knights of Avalon
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Stories (69/0)
The Triptych: Anger
My face burns, my throat is scratched and uncomfortable. Feeling close to passing out as posterior vitreous detachment begins once again, the stars in the eyes as my whole body shakes with a rage from deep within my very being. Unsure if there is something wrong with me, or that my soul is corrupted by a deeper torment that my mind can fathom, but anger and rage have always been in me, and in me they are strong.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part II
Stanley’s Theorem Greetings, my name is Reginald Templeton, the creator of Stanley’s Theorem. You are reading this because you have signed on to take part in our tests. You are either someone named Stanley, know someone named Stanley, or fall into the minority group of people that are not named Stanley and do not know someone called Stanley.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Cooinda Cycle: Memory Five
DING DING The electronic bell rang out, signalling someone was calling for assistance. DING DING The chime was a constant through the time at the centre, almost never a time that it could not be heard, there was always someone pressing their call button. If it had gone longer than five minutes without hearing it, it began to feel strange.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part I
The Twisted Tales for Toilet Time Series project of short stories is aimed to be a collection of ultra-short short stories that can be read in the average duration of a toilet visit. Most of which fall into the category of the absurd and have little, to no real plot significance.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Part VI
Seamus the Sea Slug One morning, Seamus the Sea Slug decided to enjoy a day at the beach, so he packed a small bag with his beach gear and headed out of his small cave. Seamus lived only five metres from the beach, however as a slug this trip would take him the best part of a day. He left as soon as the sun began to rise over the horizon, and was making great time. By midday he was at the edge of the sand of the beach, just a few more hours and he would be enjoying the surf.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Part V
Mr Fox’s Breakfast One morning, Mr Fox was cooking some eggs on toast for breakfast while camping by a lake. This particular fox liked his eggs over easy, however as he had quite a difficult time lighting a fire to cook with, and even more trouble cracking the eggs into a pan… let alone finding a pan to use, so he decided he wouldn’t worry too much if they weren’t perfectly cooked eggs.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Dragon's Bane II: Episode One
Welcome to Threll read the worn wooden sign on the side of the road. Sir Orin had just passed the borders between Threll and the savage lands. As his horse trotted along the path, another sign started to become clearer until he could read it.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Cooinda Cycle: Memory Two
He sat drinking his can of lemonade, pouring a nip at a time into a glass and then sipping at it like vodka. Every day, at the same time he would come to the cafe, sit outside at the same table and look at me with a hand raised, one digit pointing up to signal ‘One’. I knew that meant to bring him his can of lemonade. He brought his own glass to drink from, taking it out of his stroller.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction