Hello, readers! My name is Charles Williams. Daydreams is a new adventure for me. For years, I've been neglecting what I feel is a fundamental drive within myself. I love to write, to create and to tell stories, and to share them with people. I've created Daydreams as a place where I can share my short stories with … Continue reading Dawn of the First Day
For as long as he could remember, dating back to earlier elementary school, Chance had a problem with obsession. He had, for a time, called it addiction, but although that term provided a fairly accurate sense of the behaviors that his issues entailed, he didn’t like the drug-use connotations associated with it. It had begun … Continue reading Obsession
Here's a few of the responses given by posters in the thread with the question above. The weirdest thing I ever saw was in the bathroom at the grocery store. Someone just left a bag of lemons on the back of the toilet. Like, why? What were you doing with lemons in the bathroom, and … Continue reading What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen?
Becoming, Part X I did not follow Rystala’s instructions to the letter. After she left, I finished the tea, pouring a new cup for myself from the kettle while I considered my next move. It seems that I was passable enough as a human, now, that she had not questioned leaving me alone in her … Continue reading Becoming, Part XI
He’d felt it building up for months: that terrible, inescapable need; the dark pit, deep in my core, that told me he was going to need to vomit. He ignored it, at first, in the hope that it would go away. Sometimes that worked. Most of the time, if he just concentrated on something else … Continue reading Expression
When I was very, very young, there were many things in the world that I didn’t realize were real, even though I believed in them. Perhaps this doesn’t make a lot of sense when I phase it that way. What I mean to say is that, even though my parents told me stories about the … Continue reading Balance
“Where do you think you’re going, skinny?” “Yeah, pretty boy. Where you going?” Tobias flushed, but he kept walking. Engaging with the girls would only encourage them. If he ignored them, they might leave him alone. “Hey, we’re talking to you,” one of them said. He didn’t want to look back at them. That would … Continue reading Serrano Sidewalk
In some ways, this follows from The Harpist: the main character is the same, and he's moved a bit further along in the journey begun in that first, exploratory short story. More than anything before it, though, today's entry shows that everything here is intended as the rough initial concept. There are differences in the … Continue reading The Ambassador