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)
Coronal Mass Ejection
1. It is midnight in New York. At JFK International Airport, there was a rather peculiar event that happened, the power went out all over the airport with no explanation. People trying to call out were met with the realization that their cell phones and the landlines were not working. Nothing was able to be seen. Airport officials were looking out the window alongside the Air Traffic Controllers and seeing nothing but the cold sharp gaze of darkness all around them.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Futurism
Coronal Mass Ejection
0.1. Awaiting their children in the distance, Carl and Mary looked on while standing there gazing out over the green hillside. Behind them, their house stood, tall, stained, wooden. Calling their children to them, they fondly remembered on what had happened to them and how it was the hardest thing that they ever had to deal with. Their lives as they thought and compared notes, were so terrible, that there were times where they did not want to deal with it, while other memories as they spoke to one another, were the best times of their lives and did not want to think of anything more extraordinary with the exception as being their children’s birth.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Futurism
Can You Hear Me
Part 2: Can You Hear Me The harshness of the weather outside my home made the chill in the air horrid. My daughter shouted for no reason to my wife for her to die and then she fell limp. I sat there stunned, what was I to do? Was this an actual thing? Was my wife rising right afterwards (which too was frightening) going to be affective as a good thing or bad?
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Horror
Why Bats Are Classified As Animals
Why Bats Are Classified As Animals * One time, a long time ago, in the beginning when all the animals were in charge of everything, they decided they were going to have a big ball game on a certain day. The various animals and birds all gathered up out in a big field. It was going to be all the land animals against all the birds of the air. Some of the reptiles were to be the judges--but that's another story about a broken nose! The two teams got their leaders chosen, got their balls and were fixing to play. As you surely know, the bat often sleeps during most of the day. Well, the little groggy bat woke up from all the commotion and came on out; he wanted to play, too.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Petlife
WHY BLUE JAY HAS SUCH A SCRATCHY VOICE
WHY BLUE JAY HAS SUCH A SCRATCHY VOICE (or, Why Human Beings Should Learn To Guard Their Words) Once long ago, as you well know, Blue Jay had no voice. In those days, she was a lazy mean thieving bird. She stole eggs and nests from other birds, she stole food from other birds, she stole anything she could find to steal. Mercy! She even stole her color from the sky! In the First Times..., she had neglected her First Instructions and hadn't gotten her real song. A day came when she began to wish she could sing. So of course, she looked around for some songs to steal. She would have done it, too, except all birds guard their songs very carefully, only letting them out at just the right times. Other wise, they keep them locked up safe in their feathered breasts. Although Blue Jay tried and tried, she couldn't ever catch a song from another bird.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Humans
Creek Stories Long Forgotten
The Fox and the Fry Bread Apalachicola Creek Animal Stories from Pine Arbor Tribal Town Trickster Tales Like old' Rabbit and the wily Coyote, Mr. Fox was bad about tricking other animals whenever an opportunity slid into his lap. Now and then, one of those other animals occasionally tricked that Fox. This usually happened when hunger had a good hold on Mr. Fox. Then, it was his stomach that ruled, not his brain. In fact, we heard it like this . . . long before Indians had corn.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Motivation
Can You Hear ME
The thumping was never ending, it was only the beginning. I sat in the chair in the corner of my office one morning, I had to be at work at nine o’clock all though I had arrived on time, my boss was apparently angry about something and let me have it. I was sure that I was not late, nor did I know if I did anything wrong the day prior, but still, the hounding was relentless, and I felt like I was the only one who was receiving the wrong end of the horns.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Horror
Bipolar part 2
2007: After the first phone call and after I entered the hospital there in Panama City, FL, I was feeling more like myself and less with the feeling of danger. Carted off by my wife who came there to pick me up, she was tearful as she wrapped her arms around me. She then guided me to the Yaris that we had and together with daughter in tow left the hospital grounds headed toward a new adventure with this new folly, this new disease of the brain (at least that what I thought it was).
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Psyche
Life as a Beginner Amazon Author
Above is a picture of me from long ago, as so it seems. it was the start of my writing career back in 2015. Sitting at my house at the time, scavenging the web for writing contests so I could feel as though I am able to provide for my family. I happened to stumble upon an erotic short story contest.
By William L. Truax III3 years ago in Journal