Savannah K. Wilson
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She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience
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Call of the Void. Content Warning.
Jump … Go on, do it … Go on, go on, go on … Where do these thoughts come from? Standing at the top of a tall ledge, looking over the jagged cliff face down to the crashing waves below. Leaning over the safety rails on a skyscraper as the high winds whip and flail your hair, the people and cars below seem so tiny, so insignificant.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
The Power of Names
I have changed the past through altering the future ... an act many thought impossible. History may not remember my name, and people may only remember one of my names. My name is not actually that important. Certainly not to me, anyway. Well, not until recently.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part VIII
Eight PM Once Upon a Hour of Time… I was born at exactly 8PM on the 8th August, 2008. So naturally my nickname at school was “Susan”. Well at least that’s what the bullies called me. When I went to University I managed to get the name “Crazy 8” working for me. Funny that I was the eighth child of my family, first born male after seven girls.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part VII
Four PM Once Upon a Hour of Time… Pain seared through my hand. It burned so bad, it felt as hot as the sun at 4pm at the height of summer. While it wasn’t summer, it was 4pm. I had started cooking dinner, possibly too late. After chopping all the vegetables for the ‘Trinity’. That is, onion, celery, bell peppers, and garlic for the Pope. I attempted the slow process of making the dark roux required for gumbo, carefully following the instructions of the online video.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part VI
Midday Once Upon a Hour of Time… The two hands of the clock pointed straight up, indicating to any watching that it was now, in fact, 12pm. Or Midday as it is sometimes known to those who get confused about whether it is AM or PM when it is exactly 12. Regardless, the fact that it was daylight should further indicate and remove speculation as to the time of day. It is 12 Noon.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tales for Toilet Time: Volume II, Part V
Eight AM Once Upon an Hour of Time… An elderly gentleman named Archibald awoke at 8am, as he did every morning. He put on his best suit, turned the kettle on, and placed a tea bag in his favourite mug. When the water boiled, he poured it into the mug. Then went to finish getting ready while it brewed. He placed two slices of bread in the toaster. One white, one brown. He layed out a plate, cutlery, and the spreads he favoured. Poured milk into the mug of tea, took the toast and tea to the table and sat.
By Savannah K. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
