L. M. Williams
Bio
I'm a self-published author that enjoys writing fantasy/supernatural/romance novels and occasionally dabble in poetry and realistic fiction. If not writing, I'm a freelance artist and a full time mom.
Stories (78/0)
The Mommy Diaries: Baby's Wardrobe - Dos &Don'ts
In June of this year, my life got turned upside with the birth of my son. It was simultaneously the most exciting and most terrifying thing to ever happen. Exciting because he was finally here and I was no longer pregnant. Terrifying because I realized everything that I had heard, learned and read about babies was finally being put into practice and I didn't want to mess up.
By L. M. Williams2 years ago in Families
Just A Swimmin' In the Ocean
Have you ever seen the sunrise from under the water? It's pretty cool, you know...when I'm awake to see it. The current of the ocean sways and grabs the tendrils of sunlight, pulling them down in rainbowed bands of gold and pink and orange. It looks like mermaid's hair threaded through the first couple feet of water.
By L. M. Williams3 years ago in Earth
Pandora's Box
It starts with a small box. It's dainty and encased with a thin unwrinkled brown paper wrapping. It fits in the palms of your hands. It is easy to hide. You wish it was easy to misplace and forget about. But it follows you, no matter where you go. It is as much a part of you as the air in your lungs. As the blood in your veins.
By L. M. Williams3 years ago in Psyche
A Little Bit Goes A Long Way
The rain sounds more of a dull roar outside of my car than anything else. It's a solid sheet of white pounding down, consuming the world in a little grey cloak. It is fitting that the world would be in mourning. The world doesn't have the right to go on, to be happy--at least not right now.
By L. M. Williams3 years ago in Fiction
Sweet Tooth
"Does that tickle?" His breath caresses her navel as he dribbles chocolate across her chest and down her stomach. The chocolate is sticky and thick and just warm enough that it burns in the most intoxicating ways, leaving a sensual tingling trail over the surface of her skin.
By L. M. Williams3 years ago in Filthy
In The Heat of Summer
Moving to the middle of butt-fuck nowhere was never my plan. I prefer the city, the noise, the people. But when the office started making cuts and gave the option of 4 weeks severance or move to the "rural office" with moving expenses, I selected the latter.
By L. M. Williams3 years ago in Filthy
The Power of Zen
If you are anything like me, you keep going and going until you drop. You have a checklist/do-list a mile long and it seems like you always put more things on it than you can remove. At the end of the day that glass (or bottle) of wine just isn't cutting it anymore and you need something to relax you, something that will allow you to simply take a step back and breathe.
By L. M. Williams3 years ago in Lifehack
No Survivors
Aim-mo lays on their back. They can feel each little pebble and dip in the cement floor beneath them. It seems like a weird place to be, just laying on the floor, but it's oddly comfortable. Temperatures are low, the first break they've gotten all summer. A solid crisp beam of sunlight slices through the torn currents covering the glassless window. The curtains silently flap back and forth in a soft morning breeze.
By L. M. Williams3 years ago in Futurism
