William L. Truax III
Bio
Disabled Veteran, Father of 2.
I am a teller of tales and dreams, visions, haunting melodies, subtidal invocations of the mind and song.
Many of the Tales here interact with each other in some way and all within the same Universe.
Stories (60/0)
The Red Suspenders
The Red Suspenders (as it was told to me) Some names in this true story have been altered to save embarrassment * One of my first teaching job out of college was something else. More than thirty years later it is still talked about. I took a job at a little country school in a rural North Florida county--you know the type, about 30 miles beyond sunset--the kind of place where the school board member, with his third-grade education, wanted to hire Perry Mason to represent them. When the time change came each year, you set your watch back one hour and one century. Good hearted folks mostly but trying to work with that school board was kind of like trying to herd cats with a stick while calling a square dance for hippos--you just cannot do it. Ah yes, but there was some good times, too. To this day, I can take credit for really introducing a few country kids to the real joys of learning, researching and clear thinking. One of them, let us not call his name, though its David, is the Superintendent of Education down there now--doing an exceptionally fine job, too.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Education
House of SIN
As the police arrived at her door, the corpse that she kept under her bed was starting to wiggle, squirm and generally move about without any notice. She had her fun with it, yes, she did, but now it was dead, though she could clearly see it moving. What was it? How was it moving. She had played with him all night long, but it had not even blinked an eye, now it is acting like it wants to get up and dance.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Horror
Mr. Can
The room was blue, a pale blue and the man sitting there in the chair in the back corner of the room was worried that he was not going to be believed, that his story was not good enough to free him from the bonds that bind him. He sat there cuffed to the table, the metal table made a clinging noise like a pot falling on a linoleum floor. The sound was the only thing that was heard. There was no one entering the room from the door on the right, his sight limited to one hundred eighty degrees, where if he were able to spin there would be something more. There was however an open window on the left with bars dropping down on the remaining three. Why was the window open? He thought. But there too, he was awaiting an answer from someone.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Criminal
White Light
Here sits a man in plain clothes enjoying a cup of coffee. He stands about six foot five and weights approximately two-hundred seven. He works out at the local gym and is on the way of becoming a Doctor of Medicine. He dreams of helping veterans with their issues and setting them on the right road. Today though, as he took another sip, could be his last. He was pale skinned even though he was blacker in his younger days, he wore all sorts of concealing makeup to hide the discoloration. He hated it, even knowing it was not him, but his genetics. His overcoat was hanging on the hook of the establishment and as he looked around, he was the only one in there drinking, no one else was here, they all took their orders to go.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Families
Don't Trust Strangers
He sits there eyeing her from a distance and thinks to himself on how she’d be perfect for it. He sits there idly, waiting for the sacrifice. She lies there hoping that it’s alright. There was just a slight moan that quivered from her lips as the blade entered her side. Then, as a scream was beginning to emerge, her mouth was gagged closed.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Horror
Principle
Taking a step back into what I thought was nothing but a dream fell behind the wall as it too moved and tried to reach out for me. Alone I stood like an itinerant looking for a new place to lay my head. Staring off into the distance scared and knowing that my end was inevitable. She stepped closer. I took in a breath and as the wall reached its boiled arms filled with oil around me, pulling me into itself. Here now I stand on the outskirts of somewhere that I do not know. Blasphemous!
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Horror
Can You Hear Me
Part 3.1 The marching commenced across the bridge and unto the grassy area near the fishing hut where we stopped and looked around. There was a massive amount of us and seemed to be extending a few miles deep across the bridge and beyond. Night embraced us and none feared it, not even the boys who normally are, but they stood there as the gargoyles hung staring down, they stood their ground and looked forward unto me.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Horror
Principle
I sat alone in a cold darkened room, it was full of cobwebs and mildew, possibly mold in certain spots, but I didn’t care. My mind was blank; I needed time, time to think… time to get these memories from my mind. The memories of my daughter dancing in the woods with others, was it real? That’s something that I have to deal with, those thoughts, how could she? What is she? How of seventeen years is she leaving me and God’s eye for some DEVIL?
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Horror
Hybian
Blue haired boy was sleeping in his bed, his blanket pulled over his head, his alarm clock ringing. He heard it loud and clear but dared not wake for fear that his feet would freeze on the linoleum floor. His mother’s house was nothing but linoleum floor through and through. Wooden walls from the local Magdelyn trees (cream colored), it was just like the entire village, every house looked the same, made from the same wood. It was just they knew which house or business was theirs.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Futurism
Insane Winds
Insane Winds from the southeast blew in a man who looked like he belonged in some circus sideshow from long since pass. His eyes were bulging out while his arms tanned and well worked were the size of an English Alter Boy. Lips were pink and tight, seemed, as he looked, as though he wore makeup there. The remainder of his face was off, one his left side it looked normal as to where his right was beaten and seemed sunken at places. Outside of that, his body for the most part looked normal and nothing as he stood there in the doorway to Tuns Tavern seemed a bit odd to the barkeep.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Futurism
