William Malave

“It's All Personal” by William Malave

It’s All Personal I noticed since I was young that I have always adored reading and writing. I read lots of chapter books when I was going through kindergarten and first grade, starting with The Berenstain Bears and working my way up to books like The Illuminae Files and Rot and Ruin. I found myself loving all types of literature, and I was so deeply immersed in storytelling as a whole that I struck out to tell my own, weaving tales together all stemming from my brain. Even as a kid, you have a gradually increasing understanding of creativi...

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“Run Away From Kerry” by William Malave

Submitted to Contest #250

Run Away From Kerry “That’s game two! The winner is Early, that beautiful man of iron! Round of applause everyone!” Early was cheered up to the stage as he accepted his “reward,” which was just a hastily wrapped bag of food and half-opened drinks, some of which were spilling out of the package. Early snorted as the mixed dark fluid of beers and liquors seeped out of the bag and onto his sleeves.  “Thank you!” he shouted, causing everyone else to cheer more. Almost everyone here was so drunk or high that they had no clue what was going ...

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“What It Means To Dance” by William Malave

Submitted to Contest #249

What It Means To Dance “Why are you moving like that?” I turned my head to face the voice that questioned me. The music was low and slow but the vibes were vibing. I felt…relaxed, happy even. It was my first time ever coming to this place, my first time around them. They stared at the two of us, knowing that we were different but too inebriated to care or talk to us.  “Like this?” I jested, swaying my hips and arms in cadence, moving to the rhythm of the song. I didn’t know the name or artist behind it but damn was it good. She was not...

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“Tar” by William Malave

Submitted to Contest #247

TarDay 1, Docking Station 2H:There's a stubborn splinter, deep within the skin of my index finger, and just as large as it is painful. Some of the writing I may do for the next few days will be short and simple, rather dull in nature if my briefing is, for once, entirely accurate. The planet I have been stationed on is called Jhard, which is pronounced Jard in the Universal Dialect. Since my deployment, I have noticed one very peculiar place on the otherwise uncolonized world: The walls of Crater-1. Supposedly, there was a small mining opera...

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“Home (From: The Diary Of A Lunatic)” by William Malave

A woman sat in a pinewood chair, reading a newspaper article about an expensive boat trip. She thought about whether she should buy a ticket, and how long it had been since she fed the birds. A long time, she thought, longer than normal even. But it was for a good reason. She put down the paper and stood, glancing around the room to make sure it was clean, otherwise her husband would be upset. All was well until she spotted a white speck on her cobalt blue walls. That tiny speck, so visible on such a large surface. Nevertheless, she hurried ...

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