M. Fay Williams
Bio
I have been enthralled with writing since my later days in elementary school. Thankfully, my writing is aging like the wines I have tried and liked: slightly bitter at times, but still enjoyable and best enjoyed slowly. I hope you enjoy!
Stories (5)
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Leather-Bound Magic
I had been dreading this trip to the beach. I tried to talk my friends into going to the mountains where we could ski and not be bothered by as many people, but I guess they find some appeal in getting sand in places where sand shouldn't be while being surrounded by masses of sweaty, noisy, and aggravating people. Uncertain of why I agreed to come, I chose to walk along the beach and collect shells instead of swimming like my friends were. Bad enough that I got looks when I was fully clothed, I didn't need to be gawked at in my bathing suit by men who clearly had nothing better to do than irritate me.
By M. Fay Williams5 years ago in Humans
In My Dream Home
When I move out and have my own house on my own land. It’s a time I picture often, maybe more often than I would admit out loud. I already have a plot of land that I take care of and pay the taxes on, and it’s more than I thought I would have at this time two years ago. However, the house that I want to one day have on that land and what I want to grow on that land doesn’t exist quite yet, but it’s only a dream or a couple of years away....
By M. Fay Williams5 years ago in Lifehack
The Background
A few days ago, I was driving home from work when I looked down the road and saw that I was a few hundred feet away from a wall of rain. Several thoughts came into mind. “Oh no, now? After how long of a day it was?” Was one of them. It was quickly shut out by the realization of how the rain glittered against the sunlight on it, making it look like that instead of a downpour, I was going to be driving through a curtain of diamonds and glitter. Finally, I clicked on my windshield wipers and drove through the downpour, feeling more optimistic about the day than I did before.
By M. Fay Williams6 years ago in Motivation
When Your Heart Stops
Before Memorial Day weekend of this year (2020), I was quiet. I didn’t protest, I didn’t say much about matters I cared about, I stayed out of everything that was debated. Why? Because I was convinced that no one would listen to the voice of a young woman who was barely an adult and had little more than a high school diploma and a certificate that said I was a certified nurse aid. I started sharing information about the pandemic, but that was the most I ever did.
By M. Fay Williams6 years ago in The Swamp
