Lesli Williams

“Sniffing Books Must Be Normalised” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #78

Let's get one thing straight - even though I love the smell of a new book, I'm more than happy to keep sniffing them in secret. We all have our guilty pleasures and if sniffing the pages of a book is something that brings you even the slightest hint of joy, then you won't find me interfering. However, my cousin Leda, didn't seem to share that sentiment. She was going to a book sniffing convention this Friday evening. And naturally, I wanted to investigate. Mainly so that I could hold her to this very night for the rest of our lives - as...

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“Chocolate Pudding” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #68

I watched the clock on the wall like you’d watch a rabid dog; anxious and anticipating terrible things – like it suddenly rewinding and somehow extending Math class.Three. Two. One. RIIINNGG!!! I grabbed my backpack from behind my chair and almost assaulted Mr Rogers on my way out. I heard him grunt out my name with obvious disdain, but he didn’t call for me to come back. He knew his efforts would be futile.I rushed down the hallways like lightning and grinned gleefully when I saw that there was nobody in the corridors yet. The moment I spot...

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“Further And Beyond” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #67

The next time I visit a Uranian marketplace, I'll be sure to leave my sister at home. Or perhaps I'll just leave her on Mars or Jupiter. The Urani which busied themselves at their respective stalls in the enormous shopping centre seemed as if they were going to swallow her into their massive mouths at any moment, since she won't stop yammering on about how cold it is inside this icy planet. A female Urani had even told her off and dared her to claw her way to the surface and fend for herself in the icy, bitter storms which plagued this go...

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“She Will Be Fine ” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #66

I will be back, I said. I know you will, she said back. I winced as she smiled her beautiful smile and I smiled back, but my smile was not beautiful like hers. After a hug and a playful push of the wheelchair, I left her; and I told myself that she would be fine. I dreamt up scenarios of her being fed, bathed, told stories and put to bed with care. I convinced myself that she would be loved and that she would know that I would never forget her. She would have a wonderful journey with others like her. With the same journey. And then I c...

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“Battlefield ” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #66

“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat! “ Floyd deflected my sword and swiped it from my sweaty palms. He then kicked my legs from under me and I flopped onto my back and laid there, panting with my eyes closed. The sour air of the swamp withheld itself from reaching my lungs and my poor heart was on the verge of springing from my chest. I basked in misery as the cold grime of the damp, forest floor soaked into the dirty shirt which I was forced to wear. “Get up, girl! “ I was kicked in the side; hard. But still, ...

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“My Father's Brother” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #64

If you had asked me how I felt about my uncle five years ago, I would've shrugged and said 'He's alright, I suppose. " And that's really all he could be described as. Alright. Owen Kesler was like most men in Yirk. For one, he drank alcohol like it was water. I couldn't name one who didn't, even if I tried. When they were happy, they'd bring out the rum and when they were sad, they'd do the exact same. And no one could blame them. What else was there to do? My father, aunt and their friends were all old and married. What else would my unc...

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“An Apple a Day” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #63

Two young girls trudged across the grassy hills, little white flowers littered beneath their worn shoes. They each held a thick, woven basket in their hand and a small scissors in the other. The sky was clear and blue, the air warm and sweet. A cottage sat in the far distance behind them, but no one watched the girls as they soldiered through the moores. "Mr Castor told us that an apple a day keeps the doctor away. " the smaller girl struggled to firmly grasp the basket in her sweaty hands. "Hm. An apple a day keeps the doctor from ear...

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“Before We Rest” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #62

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three. You have failed them. You’ve failed yourself, your family and your country. Staying still on the ‘Longum Somnum' – Long Sleep - has never been more difficult than it was now. This spaceship has cost you everything. All things. Kimberly and Anna are gone. Your world is gone. Literally. As if civilization had not been messed up before, we have now left our planet a cold, lifeless rock. You knew that any military grade testing on the sun wouldn’t serve anyone well, but you never questioned your sup...

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“Recollection of My World” by Lesli Williams

Xavier sat in his metal box. He wondered how he came to be in this metal box, even if he could clearly remember the answer. How could it have been true? Anguish wracked his body and he wept uncontrollably into his hands, sitting in this metal box. This morning had drastically changed his life and he didn't know what to make of it. His whole life had been summed up to be worth nothing more than a tin can that lied on the street, empty and alone. This morning had indeed been different than others. The beginning of this drastic change had...

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“Our Worlds Collide” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #60

Meredith was trapped. And not only was she trapped, but she had no weapons. Several days before her elder brother, Josh, had died from a bite to the shoulder, he told her that if she didn't start planning ahead, that it would eventually be the death of her. Those words were proving themselves to be true. She was stuck in an apartment building with only a small window on the back wall, a bathroom with supplies that had proved to be useless and a daunting door in front of her that was just about to give way and let the undead flow in to do wha...

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“My Cabin, Our Secrets” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #59

“You couldn’t choose somewhere better? Like Mauritius, or Hawaii? “ Owen trudged up to the lake house, a grim look on his long face.Elena came up next to him, smiling, “I like the history. “ she responded, pushing her blonde hair out of her face.Their surroundings were quiet. This place was desolate – devoid of life. Elena had at least expected to see townsfolk or some fisherman at the enormous lake in the backyard of this dusty, old cabin that looked like it had seen better days; but there was nothing. The woods were right on the edge of th...

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“Stuck in Hell” by Lesli Williams

Submitted to Contest #58

I wasn't sure what I was running from. Or who I was running from. All I know is that I found my stepfather lying facedown on the ground, not breathing; and instead of crying, or staying with him, or even calling the cops like most people, I just ran.There was so much blood. It was already starting to darken, but I didn't know where it was coming from. And now I felt stupid for running when I did.Who knows - he might've been alive.I was a coward for leaving him there, all alone. Although, I'm sure he did this to himself. Not literally of cour...

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