William Dean
Stories (12/0)
The Traveler
Jim watched as the man at the top of his staircase walked toward him, only breaking eye contact occasionally to see where to place his foot. The man had a full head of white hair, with a perfectly manicured goatee to match. Although the man was already gray, Jim figured he couldn’t even be fifty yet. He was well put together; wearing a button down dark green dress shirt that was tucked into his blue jeans, exposing his simple black leather belt with a classic gold buckle. He wore a pair of black slip on dress shoes that were shined enough to see your reflection on them. This was clearly a man with an attention to detail.
By William Dean3 years ago in Fiction
The Getaway
Luke approached the old barn with a certain disdain in his eyes. The old thing was ready to collapse at this point. He figured if he exhaled hard enough it just might. Weeds and grass were overgrown all around it. It had never been painted except for the protective lacquer that had since expired. Splinters jutted out all along the eroded surfaces. Messages were carved into the outer walls. His eyes fell on several messages as he scanned the building. One read, J + B Forever, while another read, EAT MY SHORTS! Luke chuckled at that one.
By William Dean3 years ago in Fiction
My Happy Place
I can think of nothing that I would rather be doing on a daily basis than creating short fiction stories. The feeling I get when I come up with a good story is indescribable. It's like a giant jigsaw puzzle that starts with one piece. Usually, that one piece isn't even where it all begins. Before long, you soon realize that it doesn't matter where it begins because the puzzle starts taking the shape it was always meant to take. Upon completion, you sit back and enjoy the artwork that you created.
By William Dean3 years ago in Humans
How to Utilize Your Time Better
Life can be overwhelming at times. Especially in a world that is constantly pushing us to do more with our time each day. We have our jobs, families, hobbies, side jobs, etc. It can all too easily feel like we will never have enough time to get everything done!
By William Dean3 years ago in Lifehack
Tunnels
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my dirt-crusted hand leaving a streak of mud on my forehead. I sighed with satisfaction as I took a step back to survey my work. Never thought I would be spending my life tending to a garden, but that was the necessity of my life now. I reached across the planter box to even the soil around one of the sprouts that would one day be carrots.
By William Dean3 years ago in Fiction
The Stairwell
Jasmine slammed the door behind her and started toward the elevator. Her boyfriend’s muffled yells followed her. Although she couldn’t make out what he was saying, she let out a shout of frustration, UUUUGGGHH. Upon reaching the elevator, she reached and pressed the down button. The button glowed briefly while her finger was on it, but was extinguished as soon as she let go. Shaking her head, she tried several more times before letting out a heavy sigh. “Of course! Why would the elevator be in service!?”
By William Dean3 years ago in Humans
The Remains
The sea was calm and Captain Hayes was relaxed as he took in the beautifully clear and sunny day. The last few days had been cloudy and unpleasant. The good turn in weather had lifted his spirits as well as the rest of his crew’s. They had been on the water for 40 some-odd days now, and they were grateful simply to be able to enjoy the good fortune in weather on their long journey to treasure cove.
By William Dean3 years ago in Wander
The Traveler
Jim Moore sighed in frustration as he sat in Los Angeles traffic on the I 605. Per usual the traffic was miserable and, of course, his air conditioning went out yesterday and he hadn't gotten it fixed yet. He took a deep drag from his Marlboro special blend and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. He looked at his speedometer which read 5mph. He shook his head and turned on the radio. Surfing through the stations until he landed on Cage The Elephant. He grunted approvingly.
By William Dean3 years ago in Futurism
Change of Plans
I got to the restaurant early to get a drink at the bar. I let the host know that I was here so that he could come and get me when my table was ready. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, hoping that I wouldn’t sweat right through my suit. I walked to the bar and scanned the room. Pretty slow today, I thought, but then again, it was a weekday.
By William Dean3 years ago in Humans