J.M. Williams

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Two New Stories Live


While I’ve been away working, I received notice from two publishers that my stories are not live on their respective sites.

The first is an original Storm Hamilton story I wrote shortly after finishing The Maltese Falcon. I’m sure the influence shows. It was published as part of Akashic Book’s new flash fiction series, Fri-SciFi. The story can be found HERE.

The second story is a reprint of an old Iric story on Eternal Remedy. Like the previous story I had published with them, they paired the story up with some odd pictures that represent their style, a style that I happen to like. I also like the clean layout of their website. Anyways, the story can be found HERE.

In addition to this good news, I’ve been working on the Iric collection. I have the ebook cover done and am just waiting for some final editorial comments before I put it up on Kindle.

I have to admit I am a bit excited to finally have a book for sale! Oh, and my next story with <a href=”http://www.centropicoracle.com/index.php” target=”blank”>The Centropic Oracle</a> is set to drop on the 15th of December. So much news coming in these days. Seems like things work out better when I am not paying attention, a watched pot as they say…

I’d like to say that I can now enjoy my weekend but, alas, I will be working through. Hope you guys have a fun break!


Final Bards and Sages Tome Out Now!



My story “The Sorcerer” is now available for purchase as part of Bards and Sages last tome anthology, “The Great Tome of Magicians, Necromancers, and Mystics.”

You can buy the anthology here: PRINTKINDLE


Catching Cameron Ellis


My cyberpunk/noir/crime-drama flash story “Catching Cameron Ellis” is not live on Astounding Outpost. Go check it out.

This story will also appear in their Neural Nets, Uplinks, and Wetware anthology.

Sometime this month, Astounding Outpost will open up a voting page for readers to choose their favorite stories from the Neural Nets, Uplinks, and Wetware collection. I hope to earn your vote!

Anyway, why not go read my story? You can find it HERE.


New Story on Flash Fiction Magazine


I’ll keep this short, since I have things to do–like being horribly sick with a demonic head cold.

A new, unreleased story of mine entitled “Innocence Lost, Innocence Found,” just dropped on Flash Fiction Magazine. Just in time for Halloween!

I’ll let the story speak for itself. You can find it HERE.


A New Story Out in the Uprising Review


My newest story comes to you care of The Uprising Review, whose motto is “Write Fearlessly.”

Well, I did, and this story quickly became one of my favorites. Unfortunately, many editors did not share my opinion. After revising and resubmitting several times, I finally found a reader who shared my sense of humor and adventure.

This story is, after all, a humorous adventure story, a farcical little tale that begins to reveal my Pratchettosis.

I am very proud of this little story–if that is not already apparent–and I think Uprising took great care of it. They even found a wonderful cover image. I hope you will head over and check it out.

You can find the story HERE.


SHARE: A Seed in the Ground, by Shannon Fay


I’ve been a fan of Shannon Fay ever since I read her micro story “To Give You the Night Sky.” I’m not sure how to classify her as an author. She has several stories in professional publications but no book release.

(Many of these stories are with Daily Science Fiction, to which I am jealous. I have submitted several stories to them and got a rejection for each. Despite their supposed blind reading, it is growing more evident to me that they have a preference for authors they already know.)

I guess I would rate Fay as a lower-tier pro, the sort I’d like to be in a couple years. Maybe on the same level as Karl Gallagher, another rising author I like. As such, she’s a good role model for me as a new writer.

Anyways, to get back to the main point of this post, I’d like to share another great story by Fay. This one is a tragic fantasy piece with some very strong character and world-building. Really, the only fault I can find with this one is the title, which doesn’t really draw attention or encompass the story and theme of the work very well. As with “To Give You the Night,” this one deals with the emotional tolls of conflict. I really love the concept of the seed and how it is used, both metaphorically and biologically. I’d say more, but I don’t want to spoil the story.

Without further ado, here’s the link.

A Seed in the Ground

I was the one who told Rhiz about the Folx bush.

“It flowers in the spring, little pink blossoms that sit on thick, knobby branches,” I said, placing the seed in Rhiz’s hand and folding her fingers over it. “When you try and trim it, it just grows back stronger. Tearing one out of the ground is like trying to rend a full-grown oak. It’s hale and tough and beautiful, just like you.”…READ MORE

Death All Around – 3LineTales



The serpentine body floated atop a pond of tar–except it wasn’t a body, only those bits that were left behind after life had faded completely. Grey knew he needed to get back to his group, but couldn’t help but wonder at the meaning of it all. So transfixed by the deathly image, he failed to see the pack of velociraptors emerging from the fern bushes.

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 82 photo prompt.

The Three Tonys



In the small town where I grew up there was a group of boys that caused no little bit of trouble for our neighborhood. There were three of them–Tony Brown, Tony Murphy, and Tony Lewis. Collectively, we always referred to them as the “Three Tonys.”

The Three Tonys were all the same age–my age–and went to the same school–my school. Though of different families, and spread across the neighborhood, they all arrived in town around the same time.

It was the summer of ’89 and I was in the first grade. My parents had decided to not send me to kindergarten, so I was having enough trouble adjusting to school when the Tonys started joining the class. This was weeks after the start of the school year.

Tony Brown was first to come to our school, and he started out like a normal, quiet child. He sat in the back of the room and seldom talked to the other students or the teacher unless called on. But a few weeks later, Tony Murphy arrived and it all changed. Those two became a dynamic duo of trouble. After winter break, Tony Lewis joined their miniature gang, and thus began their long reign of terror.

Their attacks started out innocent enough. In the first grade, they pulled my hair. In the second and third they moved on to verbal abuse. In the fourth grade, as I was learning how to outwit them, they began using ranged attacks–spitballs and other paper-based projectiles. It was around this time that my friends, or rather anyone else around the Tonys, quickly became targets of their impish provocations.

While a single Tony, encountered alone, was relatively tame, they seemed to grow in courage when in the presence of their comrades. Of course, nothing came of my complaints. The grown-ups simply said “boys will be boys” and that the Tonys “were just kids.” I thought different.

One day, I was talking to our school librarian–an old lady named Mrs. Cooper, who had grey grandma curls and large pink glasses–when she mentioned a specific book to me. She told me it was an old book which described how to deal with unnatural problems. I took the large, leather-bound tome from her and fled home, pouring over its mystical pages all night.

The next day when the Tonys accosted me in the playground–as I was parking my bicycle in the rack–I was ready for them.

It was a late autumn day. The trees had already dropped most of their leaves. The air was cold. It bit at my nose and became more vicious when the Tonys approached. The pointed at me, laughing and joking among themselves in an unintelligible tongue. They eyed me like a pack of wolves watching a wounded deer, but I was through being their prey.

I pulled out a piece of folded paper, on which I had rewritten the words a dozen times, to make sure they were right. I glared at the three boys–filling my eyes with fire and defiance–and recited the spell. My long brown hair danced in the air as the power of the words resounded like silent thunder.

Then the Tonys all vanished into a cloud of redish-black smoke, filling the air with the smell of sulfur and surprise.

I still don’t know why no one ever told me kids named Tony are all little demons.


~J.M. Williams

No Trace of the Offense – 3LineTales Week 81


(Photo by Cathal Mac)


They gathered for dinner–drinking red wine from crystal glasses–and, his tongue loosened by the drink, Piero spoke his mind. His host showed no sign of concern, only asking for the pizza oven to be lit for the second course. Come morning, even Piero’s ashes had be swept away.

*Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 81 photo prompt.

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“Webs”–read by the Author


One of my flash stories was recently featured on the AntiSF Radio Show. This was one of the first stories I wrote for this blog. The text of the story can still be found on the AntiSF homepage HERE.

I love the AntiSF Radio Show. Not only does it feature some great (and usually humorous) short audio stories, but the host, a guy who calls himself “Nuke,” has a good vibe about him as well. This publication is fully non-profit, so often the stories are read by the authors (like my own). This offers a unique opportunity to hear directly from authors you like.

Well, without further ado, you can find the current episode of the AntiSF Radio Show, entitled “Abstracta,” which features my flash story “Webs” at the link HERE.

Let me know what you think!