Author Archives: William Stevens

Titles and Home Pages

As I wrap up shop for the evening–posting old NaNoWriMo work, checking formatting, and such–it comes to mind that I’ve never taken the time to explain anything here. Nothing of substance, at least. So, in that vein, a few thoughts before … Continue reading

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NaNoWriMo 2016: Work in Progress–FULL TEXT RUNNING VERSION

“I am waiting.” *** Three hours earlier, I had not expected to end my night talking to—with?—a cat. Yet here I was in the early blackness of midwinter morning staring into the orange eyes of a tabby-colored creature, arched whiskers … Continue reading

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So I did a thing.

***Update: As per a friend’s advice, the actual submissions are gonna be gone for a bit–just so long as necessary for sixfold to do what they gotta do. If you’re want a peek, just let me know! For those who … Continue reading

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“Death: a necessary end”: interlude – remember

Look at me. The air is cool.  I shuffle my feet in the grass.  My shoes squeak a little because it’s wet.  I laugh.  There are trees all around me.  It’s pretty.  I look up at the sun.  It’s bright, … Continue reading

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“Death: a necessary end”: interlude – memory

My first memories are, oddly enough, of sunshine.  Though many months of my life have been spent under ground in one form or another, my first clear chapter begins elsewhere. Sunshine. I remember cool air all around me, the kind … Continue reading

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truth – 11/4/2013

truth is the weight ’round the neck of the drowning man; the hands of his comrade sunk ‘neath ice five fathoms deep clinging with fervent desperation to his boots the numb fingers tugging at his laces, digging into his flesh. … Continue reading

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“Death, a necessary end” – FULL TEXT RUNNING VERSION

Premise: that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come how strange that men should fear death Mel Anne Norton – auburn, large eyes, too frail and too small and too bony 29 years old (1997): born 1968; … Continue reading

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