William Michael Reid
Bio
Hi! My name is William Michael Reid and I'm an artist/writer. I pride myself in my latest artwork and my skills in poetry. Most work will be poetry. Art with poems is original unless otherwise stated!
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Stories (4/0)
A Horror on Aubertoise Avenue: The First Visit
"Aghhh!" My heart races as I lurch forward. My eyes bounce around the darkened room looking for something tangible to lock onto. I register where I am, my bedroom. My breathing evens and my heart begins to slow.
By William Michael Reid3 years ago in Fiction
The Cards
Does the date matter? 2020 (I think), I shuffled the deck one more time. I stared in blank, dumbfounded horror at what had been right in front of my face this entire time. Surely I had to be reading this wrong! I'm not crazy, at least I wasn't crazy. After the world comes to an abrupt curtain call, people tend to lose a few gumballs from the machine. So who could blame me! My extensive studies in the niche topic of the adolescent brain in psychology taught two important facts: The human brain does not finish maturing until well into the twenties; and major trauma can cause a mass chaos of chemical imbalances and adverse reaction to minor situations. Well, I'm seventeen. And the world has become a shit show of blazing hellfire. (I believe that is a check in both boxes I just mentioned.) My thoughts haven't been quiet once since I got stuck in here. Where is here even? Hell, where am I? I let my thoughts wander again. SEE what I've been saying? If maybe for one second I could have had a quiet head in order to just think about this situation then maybe, just maybe I would of already realized this. Just to be sure though I need to redo this spread. I drew the first card. Once again I drew The World. I already expected that I would. Seeing as how all the drawings I'd done before today always pertained to that card it isn't that surprising. Damn! Right when I was about to see if this spread was gonna repeat and draw the second card the damn lights be gn flick erng I ca 't wrte e dark.
By William Michael Reid3 years ago in Fiction
