S.K. Wilson
Bio
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ 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)
Escape from the Cooinda Cycle: Part Three
I was surprised when I looked at my watch, and rekindled with energy to make it through the last time here, I quickly left the area and used the staff code to exit the back door towards the bins. I enjoyed the small amount of time in relative calm while doing the bins and did not rush back, but slowly made my way back down to The Gypsy’s room.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Escape from the Cooinda Cycle: Part One
“I've been looking for freedom, Since I left my home town, I've been looking for freedom,” I was singing along as loud as I could clapping where I could without losing control of the vehicle. As the song came to its crescendo, I belted out the final line in time with The Hoff.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Cooinda Cycle: Memory Nine
I still don’t know how exactly we got on to the topic, but The Old Man talking about his various jobs as a young man was actually interesting. It was one of the better days in the cafe, not too busy, and so far nothing overly odd had taken place.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Cooinda Cycle: Memory Seven
My head throbbed, the pain was nauseating and I felt as if I was going to faint, or throw up… or both. But I couldn’t do that, and I couldn’t stop. I was making the tenth free drink for the day, and trying to serve another that I had just completed making. There had never been this many residents at the cafe at one time, as well as the regulars around this time, there were faces I’ve never seen here.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part IV
Four AM Once Upon an Hour of Time… It was 4 AM. The last rays of moonlight were shining down on a small pond. Inside the pond was Melvin the Frog, he couldn’t wait for the cold winter night to be over. He had made the mistake of going for a nighttime swim in the pond when the night temperature dropped below freezing. He got stuck halfway out of the frozen pond, waiting for it to thaw in the morning sun. As he sat and waited, he thought how lucky it was he could be frozen, and then thaw out, unlike the small rabbit next to him. Its legs sticking out of the frozen water, lifeless.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part III
Midnight Once Upon an Hour of Time… At Midnight during the middle of the night, a large dark barn owl swooped down from a branch and dug its claws into a small field mouse that was scurrying across the ground. The owl returned to its branch and began offering pieces of the mouse to his fellow night owls that shared the tree. All kinds of reasons and excuses came out of their beaks.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Tales from the Cooinda Cycle: Memory Six
She mumbled incoherently at me, sitting at one of the tables in the cafe, it was a strain to hear her. For some reason she sat at the table the farthest away from the cafe door, only three steps from her room. Maybe she wanted to stay close to home, fair enough in this place.
By S.K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
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