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)
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Part II
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
The Last Letters of Francis Leopold (A Prisoner) - Letter One
January 30th As you read my tale you will need reminding of this one simple fact. Everything I tell you is the truth. The events of my life before the decision that brought me to this place now seem so inconsequential, the family manor, the finest education, my growing business ventures, it all seems now, so trivial.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Writer's Block: (Or Antigonish for Travellers)
My ragged face stared back at me from the shop window. My hands were in my pockets to protect me from the cold night air. Why did I come out here? I’d gone for a walk, unable to sleep. A scream had shocked the silence out of the night air. I’d run this way to find its source, but found nothing. Staring at my reflection again, I thought I saw someone else in the window. Eyes playing tricks now, get some rest, man.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: 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
Eye for an Eye
I awoke in a daze. The taste of something coppery and wet was in my mouth. The smell of dust was heavy in my nostrils. There were screams becoming more audible as I became more orientated. I heard the deep growl and quickly rolled to my right. The vicious jaw of the Dragon slammed into the ground. Hoisting myself up, I witnessed its gigantic teeth scratching marks into the dry earth. I picked up my shield that lay near me. The beast snorted and sent dust all around.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Of Peas & Lobsters
The bar was one of those small town bars, really it was actually the sports club for the town, to the locals it was simply The Owl due to the giant owl statue that was perched on a faux tree branch near the entrance. No one actually knew where it came from, the sports team associated with the club was a softball team called The Cassowarys due to an unfortunate situation where the team manager didn’t actually know the correct way to pluralise Cassowary. The plaster statue of what many considered to be a North American Barn Owl, had no real place being here and no one in town alive today knows how it got to be here, but somehow it just stuck and became part of town, and the club became The Owl.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction