William Gold
Bio
William Howard is a graduate of LaSalle. He taught for 16 years with the School District of Philadelphia and volunteered at the Academy of Natural Sciences. He writes short stories and novels and lives in Philadelphia with his wife, Bonnie
Stories (8/0)
The Island of the Black Book
Walking down the stone corridor of an abandoned Medieval castle, Professor Reitgar De Vries shined his torch into the darkness of the oncoming passageway, holding his breath that the worse thing to be found in the shadows were mice and spiders. At the same time, De Vries prayed that the Lithium battery would still continue to shine for a little while longer.
By William Gold3 years ago in Futurism
My Lord's Long Black Lance
Just as the Serving Whence, Primeveire Rosthern, replaced the steel platter containing empty pewter ale mugs, which still were drizzling droplets of mead, back on the wooden bar, the owner of the Swan, Merrick Foreman, reach his hand beneath her linen apron, pressing it against her crack that lay beneath her meager garter. “The Black Lancer should be arriving from Reading very shortly. Why don’t you be a good lass and go make up his room.”
By William Gold3 years ago in Filthy
How I almost didn't watch Farscape but Ben Browder convinced me.
Being a child of the seventies, I grew accustomed to a familiar pattern when it came to the arrival of the latest science fiction program on network television. Beginning around July or August, one of the four major networks, I am looking at you NBC and FOX, would begin advertising the greatest, most innovative, science fiction or fantasy show of our generation. Since there was no internet available to the masses at that time, I would proceed to inhale any and all tidbits of information regarding this new show by reading TV Guide, Star-Log, Wizard World or any other relevant Sci-fi publication. Then I wait with batted breath for the premiere, usually till around October because the Sci-Fi shows were never in the first wave of the new Fall shows. And finally, the new show would arrive on the family’s console television. And that is when the disenchantment would commence because they would never be as good as I had envisioned them in my own imagination. And I learned to deal with disappointment. The large majority of the shows were pulled after one season after serving their purpose to me, mainly providing new material for my fan fiction.
By William Gold3 years ago in Geeks
How to Be More Organized and the Challenges of Chaos Theory
When I was younger, I found myself often engaging in a classic exchange between parent and child. My mother would knock, come into my room, and perform a brief thirty-second inspection; at which time she would label my domicile as a garbage heap or a toxic waste site. My mother would then place the demand upon me that I needed to clean my room. And honestly, I really couldn’t argue with her about this particular observation about my room. After looking at the toys on the floor, magazines and books on my desk, and piles of laundry for months on end that I told myself that some type of cleaning plan needed to be implemented.
By William Gold3 years ago in Motivation
The Greeks Really Knew How To Party
It seems that these days people are in a constant pursuit of being recognized for some posting, achievement or Tik Tok dance. We seek validation within the digital world and on social media for our talent, our views and our hilarious missteps. To paraphrase the pop cultural icon, Andy Warhol, we all seem to be having our fifteen minutes of fame.
By William Gold3 years ago in Humans
My Bus Driver Guardian Angel
There have been very few instances in my life when I felt myself close to death. There have been brushes, indeed. When I was eight years old, I had run back to the local water ice truck to buy a rainbow cone. In my haste, I tripped and fell directly in front of an oncoming car. To this day, I am not sure how I survived. Was my body small enough to fit between the wheels or did the driver stop in time? Regardless, the woman driving the car insisted on taking me home and refused to take ‘no’ for an answer. I suppose I was lucky two times that day. First, not to have been run over by the car and second, not to have wound up on a milk carton. The closest that I feel that I come to departing this world coincided with what should have been one of the happiest times of my life, my engagement to my wife, Bonnie.
By William Gold3 years ago in Humans
We can cure your procrastination for wholesale
Pulling into his driveway on a nightly basis had taken on a more ominous tone in recent years for Jared Smallwood. He wasn’t so concern with his personal safety in his neighborhood. There were a few unsavory characters around. For the most part though, his neighbors were hard workers who paid their taxes and put in an honest day’s work. The neighborhood’s downside was that there were frequent loud house parties on the weekend. When these parties did occur, Jared was often greeted by a young housewife at the door the following morning. With a cheery disposition, the young lady would apologize profusely for causing so much noise the previous evening. In addition, she’d promise to keep the noise down in the future. But in the eight years that he’d lived on the block that future had never seemed to materialize. However, his primary source of dread occurred was not out in the neighborhood, but rather when he stepped through his own front door.
By William Gold3 years ago in Horror
