Evidence of Static: The Many Channels

By Arri W. Williams

A decade in the making, "Evidence of Static" is the precursor of what is to come. 14 short stories filled with blood, gore, love and escape from otherwise unfathomable situations that most of us would be too weak to live through on our own. these stories will take you on journeys that will fill you with fear and excitement leaving you craving more, while also stratify your guilty pleasures. become the villain in the public eye, the hero that hides in the shadows, the scientist given a chance to start over, a father that that has given into his vices, a noblemen who is forced to become the pirate, or maybe you want to feel helpless to the hands of a mad doctor as he experiments on you. Its all here, waiting for you to dive in and lose yourself in the Static.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Sep 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9781667801858

Book preview

Burning

Standing high above the valley that has raised me,

I can feel the air rush through my body and soul,

I feel the cool water fall upon my ever-aging skin,

The scent of sulfur and blood surrounds me,

I have prayed for this day for many of years now,

The moment I would have the will and the power,

To lay waste to those who have been nothing more than a knave to my life,

Those who have wronged me over a lifetime,

My dreams have become a reality,

And I have punished all I see,

The wrong,

The broken,

The used,

The abused,

The innocent,

The just,

And the pure,

I watched as their blood spill

over my hands and into the streets below,

I turned my hate and pain into their horror

Fearing as they fled the fires consuming their home,

Turning their monsters into heroes,

Their heroes into martyrs,

Their families into memories,

Their nightmare into a peaceful escape,

The gods they worshiped have left them,

Their rites and rituals failed them,

Their hand-carved idols meant to protect them

Were now burning beside them,

Now standing here in the rain and the wind

Looking over the valley in the wake of destruction,

I feel something that I have never felt before,

I feel a sense of nothingness,

No pain,

No rage,

Nor a longing,

I know that which I have become,

I am the monster that I have fought so hard to destroy,

To remove from this world,

It is me,

Who murdered these innocents,

It was I,

Who tore apart these families,

I had lost All that I loved,

I had become the wrong,

I should be the one punished,

My eyes now opened,

Now I must close them forever,

To save those who have yet been judged by my wrath,

This is when I step off the wall,

Never again let this valley,

see such carnage and loss,

What have I done?

The Kiss

to sit here helpless to the world,

buried in the sorrow, hiding from it all

making these cries of pain softer,

until the blood fills my lungs,

stopping my breath where I now stand,

unable to Scream out this unbearable pain,

invisible to the world,

my pain grows,

spilling out of my mouth,

unheard,

unbroken,

the blood to never satisfy the undying thirst,

it flows through all of us willing to take

hold,

able to feed,

to clench the undead thirst,

only by the blood

only by the life

only by the taste

the feeling of once warm flesh

now dying and becoming cold

cold as the solid ground beneath their

lifeless body

only words whispered

‘I love you’

as the last breath is drawn,

calm,

flat

solid

the voice lost in time

leaving the world’s physical trap

leaving this fleshy shell

now I raise my dagger

my last words spoken to the world

‘she is free and so shall I be’

I plummet the blade deep within me

into my very core

spilling the blood from my lungs

the pool warming our bodies as we lie there

holding each other

waiting for death to come

lead us to the next life

before we passed a faint whisper

echoed from both corpses

‘I love you’

we closed our eyes

and as everything was ending

we shared a dying kiss

soft

passionate

unable to finish

we both fade away

savoring that moment until the next life

waiting a thousand years,

a thousand lifetimes’

to return for anther short time

begging

pleading

that this never ends

each time saying three simple,

powerful,

misunderstood,

unforgettable,

unforgivable words,

‘I love you’

fallowed by what can only be described as

an incredible kiss of an ancient love

a kiss of passion brought back,

a kiss that brings forth hidden memories,

a kiss of true love,

pulling away and whispering three words

those three words that have created

those three words that have destroyed

misused words,

sacred words,

‘I love you’

No one will forget

I have been looking forward to this since I met you. the woman in front of me said, smiling, tears in the corner of her eyes. I am so happy to be with you right now. a single tear come from her left eye and flows down her cheek to her chin, finally falling to the grass below her feet.

I know my love, today is the last day of our lives a part and the first day of the rest of our life as one. the words come out of my mouth both excited and scared. Our hands bound together by a single rope, signifying that we are forever together after the knot has been tied. She looks so beautiful in her strapless, corset style gown that with its off white-gold coloring, makes her appear as an angel sent to earth to rescue this pour sinner's soul. My traditional tuxedo of black and white makes it hard to differ me from the groom's men, even my best man looks like a carbon copy of what you find in a 'Men's Warehouse' magazine. This was never the wedding I imagined myself having or even being a part of; the groom, the guest or any of the bystanders.

We are practically in a corn field behind her father's house; I mean it isn't all bad, he is the one paying for it all, but this seems to be all that they wanted. Here I am the 'happy' groom, smiling on the outside even though on the inside, I really just want to be at the pub; drinking, playing darts and having a damn good time with friendly faces I just met.

Sir, Sir!? The sound of the priest's voice sounds out, and do you sir, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? he apparently said this for the second time, and this time more impatient then the last. Do you sir...

I heard you the first time, I was giving it some thought. My would-be wife did not find this funny nor did the priest. These people made the dead seem more fun; the priest didn't seem to have much of a sense of humor either. I looked at the woman I was about to bind myself with, then over my back to the guest, and then back to the priest. I do. I answer Listlessly. My would-be wife's face begins to fall, I do.