William Hillson
Bio
In my 20's, gay. I attempt to make my stories as enjoyable to read as they are to write. Sci-fi in various branches, slight macabre, and gore (at times) are my usual go-tos for topics and any romance topic will be LGTB related.
Stories (7)
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Lay's Office
Lay shifted, yawning behind the back of his hand before pushing to stand. When he opened the door to his office and peered into the mostly empty chairs of the waiting room, he was fractionally more awake. As it was late in the afternoon, there were only four people left for him to see and one had not arrived yet. No worries as it was not their time yet.
By William Hillson8 years ago in Criminal
Smell of Decay
The ranch house sat at the side of a hill surrounded by a forest for miles in each direction. It was small, humble, with only a room for both living and sleep, one for storing his books and valuables, and another split for food, laundry, and bathing. The creature that lived inside of the ranch house had no need of fire so there was never a smoke trail in the sky. On a slightly chilly night late in February, Vernon sat comfortably in his favorite chair and flipped the page of his book.
By William Hillson8 years ago in Horror
Caretaker
There was a low growl from somewhere to his left and Tony stilled. The cage beside him meant nothing could reach him but it was still nerve-wracking being this close to technical monsters. If he was being honest, they were animals, not monsters. Extinct once, but still animals.
By William Hillson8 years ago in Futurism
Becoming Cyborg
All Kevin was aware of was pain for the first few hours he was awake, this being the main reason that he didn't listen when told to sit still. He couldn't stop rolling side to side and he was distantly aware he was making noise. Hands held him down, something pressing into his arm. The pain of a needle sliding in didn't even register on his scale, so overwhelmed in the pain of his leg. Hands held him down while he struggled, heart hammering. Distantly, he heard someone talking about how the pumping blood would help the painkillers work faster. Something was placed over his face and chilly air tickled his nose and then he was no longer aware of anything.
By William Hillson8 years ago in Futurism
Andy's Sins (One)
Andy groaned as he rolled over and squinted into the sunlight. He could have sworn that he'd closed that blind before lying down. Blue eyes glided across the room, head shifting fractionally to make it so he could look towards his bedroom door. What had woken him?
By William Hillson8 years ago in Futurism
Losing More Than Time
A small creak in the distance had Ben lean away from the brick building. The gentle wind that had slid in from the East all week shifted his hair as if a lover had done so. Blowing upwards, he moved the hair out of the way because there was no way he wanted those memories. Eyes went up as he did so before leveling back down to try and spot the source of the creak.
By William Hillson8 years ago in Geeks
Waking Nightmare
There was the most blank expression upon his face. Jaw slack but lips still closed, he stared off at a distant spot. Chief of Police, Urie Havoc, waved his hand in front of the male's face in an attempt to bring him around, but there was no response. Resting his hand back down to hook a finger into his belt, Urie glanced to the other cop in the doorway.
By William Hillson8 years ago in Futurism
