Scott D. Williams
Bio
Scott is a writer, family man and San Diego Padres fan.
Stories (10/0)
One last kiss for the Scarecrow
He was the love of her life. She knew it immediately. His childish humor in private was offset by his imposing presence in public. He was always scanning for threats as they walked arm in arm; he guarded their home like a castle. Every night he “secured the perimeter” before meeting her in bed. She thought of him as her Scarecrow.
By Scott D. Williams5 months ago in Fiction
Impetus
Walter stopped to survey the land ahead. The blessed warmth from above revealed a sharp, forbidding land. Jagged rocks littered his path. A huge, dangerous volcanic rock with dozens of pointy spires stood as a sentinel on a hill, like some kind of dark, hellish cathedral. He would go around that.
By Scott D. Williams5 months ago in Fiction
Amelia and Fred
“I’m sorry, Amelia.” She rummaged through the pockets of her leather flight jacket for the fourth time, vainly searching for something they could use. “Nonsense,” she replied. “It was a lucky landing. All that soft sand and rocks – it’s a damned miracle we’re alive, I say.”
By Scott D. Williams2 years ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Heart-shaped Anomaly
They existed in a perfect reality. All 100,000 Units were meticulously created, trained and guided through their lives by the master. They each lived precisely 10,000 days, serving society in their distinctive functions to maintain perfection in the dome. Outside the dome nothing mattered, as it was not a perfect reality. They were happily sealed off from this disturbing possibility and for centuries it rarely occurred to the Units that there was another reality.
By Scott D. Williams2 years ago in Fiction
A Grapheme Rainbow
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always automatically seen specific colors as numbers. For instance, the number one is black. Always. Three is red, four is olive green, and so on (see above). The number 842 looks like purple, olive green, pale yellow. If I stare at a painting it’s an exercise in paint-by-numbers, but mixed colors don’t have the same effect. Maroon, for instance, means nothing but maroon.
By Scott D. Williams3 years ago in Psyche
