Will House
Bio
I lost my voice while on my journey. I seek to win it back. I hope that my words help those who are going through their own trials. The art of storytelling has been around since the dawn of time, and still lives on. Here are some of my own.
Stories (6)
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Who Is Who?
”Wake up, Liilii! Or you’re gonna sleep your life away.” Lilith slowly opens her eyes, temporarily blinded by the light shinning in through her bedroom window. As she raises up and sits on the edge of the bed, turning to her left and staring at her reflection in the mirror, she is overcome with a feeling of fatigue. Her mother, Athena, walks back to her room to see if she's awake. "Good afternoon, my little night owl. You plan on doing anything productive today?" Lilith with an annoyed look on her face replies, "I planned on fighting crime. With your permission, of course." "Great!" Exclaimed Athena, adding "you can start by helping your brother clean house. He seems to be Setti today, so it shouldn't go as bad." Lilith turns and looks at her mother, asking "so you're asking the hero to help clean up the world alongside the villain, who made the mess? That's not how it works, mom." Athena smiles as she turns to walk away, responding, "that's how it works in this world, my little hero. Or are you the villain?" Lilith turns back towards her reflection in the mirror, mumbling, "good question."
By Will House4 years ago in Fiction
Restored Thankfulness
Thanksgiving. A time of year that ironically reminds me of falls, and coldness. Not just because of the season in which it resides. I’ve been in three major accidents, all during the Fall or beginning of Winter season, and subconsciously, around this time of our annual traverse around that bright, glowing star that we call our sun, I am reminded of the downward spiral that my life has taken. You’re probably thinking this is a bit dark and gloomy for a story geared toward giving thanks. You’re absolutely right, it is. However, like the sun, our shine has to go in bidding for it to truly stand out, and be noticed, or appreciated. For a while now, gratitude has eluded me. So focused on my flaws and trauma related downfalls, thankfulness has been out of sight, veiled by self-pity, selfishness, a low sense of self-worth, etc. In a year like none other, full of ongoing trials for almost everyone, maybe this is what it took. A year of vision.
By Will House5 years ago in Motivation
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An avatar in a black screen lured me in, and now we play for a soul. It’s like no game I’ve ever seen or been a part of. The more I experience, the more I learn, the smarter he gets. Before we met, I was just a boy living in a world that I was comfortable in. He introduced me to a hidden world. One where we could create as we go. Of course, I had no idea of this at first. Offerings of parties filled with booze and Mary Jane boosted my ego, disguised as confidence. Blinded by the women that it attracted, I was none the wiser of the false reality I was a part of. This avatar looked just like me to begin with, which made it harder to see what was to come. To me, it was just I, having the time of my life. A cloud of vanity dirtied the windows to my soul with each passing glance into my reflection. Those around me could see that I was in a transition away from the humble and pure home where I once resided. The grip on reality was slowly slipping from grasp.
By Will House5 years ago in Horror
