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William Bundy
Bio
I am a writer and director who enjoys the process of telling stories and aims to create immersive experiences that will take audiences to new worlds and make the page and the screen a gateway to the mysterious.
Stories (21/0)
Night's Embrace
The grey spirit hovered over the grey stones below, the gravestones dull in the fading light as snow swirled around them. He hovered over them like a mist, his tendrils embracing each one with the afterlife’s embrace as memories of the great beyond shimmered through his labored soul. The moon was full, and his duty lay before him as it did on every such occasion.
By William Bundy3 years ago in Fiction
Reflections in the Water
Author's note: all links are underlined. It was a dreary day in September when Captain Billy Tyne and crew set off on what would ultimately be their final journey as sword fishermen. The crew of the longliner, the Andrea Gail, owned by Bob Brown, a notorious and evident taskmaster of a captain, had spent many years in an industry which was the lifeblood of the coastal town of Gloucester, Massachusetts, the oldest fishing port in America with a long history and many tales to tell.
By William Bundy3 years ago in Earth
The Eternal Blue
The pond was frozen as Egard's blinkered eyes stared out. He lay under the thick ice, not blinking as clouds passed on overhead. He would smile, but thoughts were impossible in this coldness, the ice unfeeling against his skin as he lay there inanimate as a statue.
By William Bundy3 years ago in Futurism
Green Sky Blues
A green light tore through the ceiling as the group moved through the vast, stone complex. The key was hidden inside one of the stone pillars, and they were desperate to reach it before the moon was full. "Jackson, you ready?" Anya called out, the leader of the group. She was tall, black, a long ponytail over a black combat uniform accentuating her commanding yet alluring appearance.
By William Bundy3 years ago in Fiction
The Crawlers
The screaming started. Jensen awoke with a start as it pierced through his subconscious, shattering the beautiful dream that had been his to indulge in as the moon shone brightly through his window. The screaming emanated from outside, and Jensen looked down. It was hard to see where it was coming from, shadows looming large in the central courtyard as an owl hooted nearby.
By William Bundy3 years ago in Horror
The Endless
The stars twinkled in Maya's vision as he managed to wipe away the last of the meal he'd been having. It was a bland, rather pasty meal, a sort of pale grey mélange with hints of color that came from the food dispenser which lay just within reach to his right, and formed his primary source of sustenance on the ship he now called home, which floated aimlessly through the vastness of space.
By William Bundy3 years ago in Futurism
The Turning
The stars shone brightly through the vast window in Captain Seeger's quarters. It reached the floor and offered a perfect view of space, contrasting neatly with the grey walls within. They made time sink in, much like the grey hairs which made themselves known in the recesses of his groomed, black hair, which shone with the radiance of the twinkling stars beyond.
By William Bundy3 years ago in Futurism
Dream Seam
The darkness hovered over Jean like a black hole from the void. She couldn't move; she couldn't breathe. Invisible sweat trickled down her forehead, the feeling spreading over her as oxygen perspired through her skin like the wind on a cool summer's day. She shivered and tried to relax as time stood still and hour hands marched in her mind.
By William Bundy3 years ago in Humans