William Glewicz

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Et Cetera And So Forth” by William Glewicz

Submitted to Contest #237

It’s late afternoon and the sunlight through the massive windows of the library is fading fast. We give each other a look that says we’re both finished studying for the day and pack up our satchels. As we leave the library, he holds the door open for me and we start heading the three blocks back to our dorm. I revel in the red and orange leaves that swirl and crackle beneath our feet but the wind is sharp so I scrunch down a bit and raise the collar on my jacket.As we cross the quad, two guys on bicycles round a blind turn and almost run int...

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“Timepiece” by William Glewicz

Submitted to Contest #234

Sunlight through the windows casts shadows that accentuate every edge, every imperfection in the plaster. Cracks are transformed into ridges, rivers, canyons. The ceiling above my bed is like the map of another world. I’ve had time to examine it in detail. As a girl, my world was bounded by my parent’s corn fields and the handful of neighbors we treated like family. The shopkeepers often knew what you needed before you walked in the door. The schoolteachers paired up and taught multiple grades because there were so few students. My world...

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“Writing Dry” by William Glewicz

Submitted to Contest #233

Writing Dry Friday. Janet sits at the kitchen table, staring at her phone. “Write a story about a character participating in Dry January.” In all her 70 years, she’s never tasted alcohol. Well, there was that time junior year that left her heaving in the bathroom with her mother standing outside the door calling her names. Once, it turned out, can be enough. After that? Janet rubs her eyes, searching for relevant memories, anything that could be of use. Cooking sherry surely doesn’t count. There was that time Ed took her to that fancy res...

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“Nighttime” by William Glewicz

Submitted to Contest #232

The house is quiet. It’s just after midnight. Beth turned in early. She has a big meeting in the morning. I have three people coming in for interviews first thing. I can’t sleep so I head downstairs to go over their resumes. On paper they all seem solid. I make a few notes in the margins. After a while, my eyes finally heavy, I head upstairs. Down the hall, I notice Charlie’s light is still on. It’s a school night. He should have been in bed hours ago. I tap at his bedroom door and hear a sudden rustle of movement, then footsteps. The do...

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Author bio

Bill is a writer and composer who lives in the shadow of Mt. Rainier in Washington State. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChz3fPACuOpEkAZ0y46YGWA