William King
Bio
Gen X Dad, Musician, Writer, Artist and Visionary. These are the thought that invade my mind. I share them with you! Do you feel lucky! YOU SHOULD!
Stories (16/0)
Skipping School with Jerry!
It is funny sometimes how an event can be scary when it is happening but it can be funny at the same time. Later, when you tell the story of the event, it turns from a scary sort of funny story to a hilarious anecdote. This is that kind of event.
By William King3 years ago in Confessions
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose
When we were kids it was US against them all. We were alone, really. I did have friends but when the chips were down it was Three Gravils knuckles up, back to back. And many many times that was the only real friends I had. Three Gravils. Shoulder to shoulder.
By William King3 years ago in Poets
Chapter 10
Missouri is a raging furnace during the heat of summer. The humidity is constantly rising until, like the pressure cooker that Gramma T uses to make canned goods, we almost needed to scream. The summer that Jake, Eddie and I spent looking for that cave was no different.
By William King3 years ago in Fiction
Up from the ashes
The road is long. Long, and tiring. Sometimes, even the heroic get weary, I think to myself. From my perch in the high steel of a crumbling tower I can see the shadows of the travelers grow long in the punishing mid-day sun. They shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe. Nowhere is safe, but it’s definitely less safe here than anywhere else.
By William King3 years ago in Fiction
My Grandmother
My Grandmother When I was a child, I always assumed that my world would never change. The center of that childish world was my grandmother. She was the lynch-pin that held the chaos of my universe together. My grandmother, I thought, was the greatest grandmother in the world.
By William King3 years ago in Families
Loyal beyond Death
It became clear to me one afternoon that I am not as clever or worldly minded as I once thought that I was. I had long thought that I, as a member of the many whose childhoods had been spent among the poor and impoverished masses, must have been an expert on many important topics. The most important of these topics was the subject of loyalty.
By William King3 years ago in Fiction
Last Night In Sicily
The Spring sun was just peaking over the mountain bringing its warm light to the small village. A sweet breeze gently rocks the treetops. The earthy smell of fresh brewing coffee wafts from the small café that is on the piazza. The proprietor is just putting the chairs down at the outside tables.
By William King3 years ago in Fiction