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S.K. Wilson
Bio
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
My short form writing mostly falls into the absurd, strange and nonsensical. I enjoy writing micro-fiction collections, and exploring poetry.
Debut novel out now! The Knights of Avalon
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Stories (83/0)
Sara’s Strange Case of Quiet Unfriending
It was another rainy day, sitting in my office wondering what’s the point of this work? If I go another day without a case, I’ll have to quit. Join the forces of workers that earn their daily bread or gluten free alternatives, with regular nine to five jobs. The world of private eyes and detectives is crumbling. The rise of social media, GPS tracking on phones and personal devices, and the general vibe of never being ‘offline’ or out of sight from one camera or another today. It all seriously hit the private eye business model. People just don’t need us anymore, they can discover proof of a spouse’s infidelity with the help of an Uber driver now. It’d been a few weeks since any decent paying work, things were getting tight. I wouldn’t be able to be picky with clients anymore. I decided I would take whatever job next walked through my door, regardless of taste or pay, whatever came next I would do it … I had to do it.
By S.K. Wilson6 days ago in Fiction
Dear Younger Me's
Dear Younger Me's, This is a letter to all the younger me’s in this world right now. The Queer youth that has for whatever reason hidden themselves away. Hidden their true, beautiful light inside for any number of reasons. Whether you are hiding who you love, who you really are, or any other aspect of yourself that for now you fear others knowing, this letter is for you … and for the younger me that never had this letter.
By S.K. Wilson15 days ago in Pride
My Broken Beauty
"From Bolton's old monastic tower The bells ring loud with gladsome power; The sun shines bright; the fields are gay With people in their best array Of stole and doublet, hood and scarf, Along the banks of crystal Wharf, And thus in joyous mood they hie To Bolton's mouldering Priory.”
By S.K. Wilsonabout a month ago in Wander
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