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S.K. Wilson
Bio
She/Her | Australian š³ļøāā§ļø Author
A lady that's all class with a touch of sass! Focusing lately on short stories and poetry drawn from life experience.
Debut novel The Knights of Avalon out now! (Book II Coming soon!)
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Stories (84/0)
Dad's Surprise Party
We lit the many candles positioned on the cake for Dadās birthday and waited for him to enter the room. Each candle seemed to shine out a memory of our lives together, important times shared with us throughout the years. So many pictures and memories flooded my mind, a few came through clearer and brighter than the rest. The newest ones flashing forwards in quick flow. I reflected more and more, older memories became clearer too. A smile on my face grew, as I enjoyed the trip of fond images of Dad, presented before me like a photo album of memoriesā¦
By S.K. Wilson6 months ago in Fiction
The Red Man. Top Story - December 2023.
Nowhereā¦ Nowhere to run. Itās overā¦ Heās here. In the end, The Red Man comes for us all. No one can escape his chase, none are able to outrun his timeless wrath. My time has come, he found me, this is the end for meā¦
By S.K. Wilson7 months ago in Fiction
The Power of Names
I have changed the past through altering the future ... an act many thought impossible. History may not remember my name, and people may only remember one of my names. My name is not actually that important. Certainly not to me, anyway. Well, not until recently.
By S.K. Wilson12 months ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part VIII
Eight PM Once Upon a Hour of Timeā¦ I was born at exactly 8PM on the 8th August, 2008. So naturally my nickname at school was āSusanā. Well at least thatās what the bullies called me. When I went to University I managed to get the name āCrazy 8ā working for me. Funny that I was the eighth child of my family, first born male after seven girls.
By S.K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part VII
Four PM Once Upon a Hour of Timeā¦ Pain seared through my hand. It burned so bad, it felt as hot as the sun at 4pm at the height of summer. While it wasnāt summer, it was 4pm. I had started cooking dinner, possibly too late. After chopping all the vegetables for the āTrinityā. That is, onion, celery, bell peppers, and garlic for the Pope. I attempted the slow process of making the dark roux required for gumbo, carefully following the instructions of the online video.
By S.K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part VI
Midday Once Upon a Hour of Timeā¦ The two hands of the clock pointed straight up, indicating to any watching that it was now, in fact, 12pm. Or Midday as it is sometimes known to those who get confused about whether it is AM or PM when it is exactly 12. Regardless, the fact that it was daylight should further indicate and remove speculation as to the time of day. It is 12 Noon.
By S.K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part V
Eight AM Once Upon an Hour of Timeā¦ An elderly gentleman named Archibald awoke at 8am, as he did every morning. He put on his best suit, turned the kettle on, and placed a tea bag in his favourite mug. When the water boiled, he poured it into the mug. Then went to finish getting ready while it brewed. He placed two slices of bread in the toaster. One white, one brown. He layed out a plate, cutlery, and the spreads he favoured. Poured milk into the mug of tea, took the toast and tea to the table and sat.
By S.K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The History of Pizza
If walls could talkā¦ Would we say what others want us to, what they write on us, or would we speak our own story? "The origin of the word āpizzaā first appeared in 997 in Medieval Latin. It was in Naples, Italy in the 16th century that a flatbread was referred to as a pizza. Pizza was then only a bakerās tool, simply a dough used to verify the temperature of the oven. The Pizza as we know it today was born in June 1889, to honour the Queen Margherita of Savoy. On her behalf a Neapolitan chef named Raffaele Esposito created the first āPizza Margheritaā, a pizza garnished with fresh tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, olive oil and basil, to represent the colours of the Italian flag."
By S.K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
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