Lashun Williams

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2021

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“Seaside Cemetery” by Lashun Williams

Submitted to Contest #221

“For there comes neither night nor day. Unripe harvest there hath none to reap it From the watery misty place; Unripe vineyard there hath none to keep it In unprofitable space. Living flocks and herds are nowhere found there; Only ghosts in flocks and shoals: Indistinguished hazy ghosts surround there…” “Hello? Excuse me!” There’s a woman. She approaches me. I sit atop my stone step leading towards my grave. I turn to her from my book. She approaches me. With a wide smile that blinds my senses, she takes a hesitant step forward. “I...

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“Sally's Soldiers” by Lashun Williams

Submitted to Contest #221

There’s a girl that crosses the forbidden sidewalk every other day. Granted, no sidewalks in town are “forbidden”, but the road this girl traveled leads to nowhere. My café, Steven’s Greens, is a botanical café that was open for less than a year. It’s on the edges of town where very little people attempt to stay. This was intentional since my town was prone to tourists. As a town housing more than a dozen haunted locations, this main road entering and exiting the town seemed to be the best place to put my new dwelling. Although rather qui...

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“Midnight Drive” by Lashun Williams

Submitted to Contest #205

Note: Story contains death and car accidents Cars took my entire family. Mom died in a car accident. A drunk truck driver took my two sisters. My dad lost his life in a head-on collision. And my aunt, uncle, and cousins perished at the hands of a reckless semi driver. It’s easy to blame the human behind the wheel. Tell that to my brain and body. My godmother, who swore off driving since her best friend, my mother, died consoled me at their funerals. Although all of these events happened a few months apart, the quick rate ...

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“The Best Helper” by Lashun Williams

Submitted to Contest #180

“I can do this. I just need to--” “Your wife isn’t going to accept this, and you know it.” I demanded Derek to put down his debit card. Too late. The transaction approved. With a relieved sigh, Derek lowered his phone and card. Defeated, I slouched on the other end of the couch. Disappointment flooded my stomach. Instead of bile clogging my throat, it was warm air. “Derek…” “I need to help these girls, Mark. They need my help. I’m the only one that can help them.” “Winning lottery tickets doesn’t make you a millionaire, Derek!” I...

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“Same Old Story” by Lashun Williams

Submitted to Contest #179

“Are you going to submit your manuscript?” “Yeah! Of course!” Jenna reassured Rebecca for the tenth time this month. It seemed silly for Rebecca to repeatedly ask the question, but supposedly Jenna had the same devotion to writing as she did. It seemed odd that her passionate and action-oriented friend would commit to something and not do it. Considering her pattern, though, the pit in Rebecca’s belly gave her little room for comfort. “In order to win the Brave Writers Scholarship,” Rebecca reminded her friend, “you have to submit a co...

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“It Was For Me” by Lashun Williams

Submitted to Contest #161

I messed up. I messed up badly. I sat across the table from my ex-wife and watched as she evaluated the cup of coffee that the waiter just placed on the table. Meeting at her local food joint seemed like a better option than her driving two hours to see a man that requested for them to meet. Plus, Elena never liked to waste her time, so I ensured that every moment that she spent with me would not go to waste. After two years, she looked much younger than when I last saw her. Her forty-ninth birthday  was coming up in July and she di...

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“Sea Comedies” by Lashun Williams

Submitted to Contest #152

Seas. Escapades. Journeys. These are things one lives for. These are the things that Melissa Jennings’s mother wanted her to strive for. When she did, she found herself in the middle of a rowboat, abandoned by her crewmen for being a woman that wouldn’t “put out.” The sun beamed down at her clothed form, and she wondered how and why life decided to put her in a Shakespearean comedy. According to the map that she supervised, there should have been an island close to where her ex-friends dropped her off. Instead, there was nothing but th...

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“One's Needs” by Lashun Williams

Submitted to Contest #125

“I’m sorry. I can’t. I have to go.” Valarie watched her husband stand in the rain as they eyed each other wearily. She stood under her porch while he stood just inches from the house. The rain offered no solace to muddle out the silence of this impending moment. Despite the heavy rain, the heaviness and silence still hung in the air, as if her ears refused to listen to anything other than his voice. “Rocky…” “No, please, stop calling me that.” Valarie nearly laughed. “What? I can’t call you by your nickname anymore?” “Valarie–” “...

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Author bio

Creator of stories and fulfillment. A wordsmith with a vast vocabulary and an entire universe to explore. Ambition and Self-discipline meet. Within the juncture of reality and mysticism, I found myself.