Jeremy Williams

Jeremy Williams added blog Food
2026-06-01 09:46:16 -

Edward Ashworth and Julian Vane cooked at different speeds.
Edward's speed was the speed of settled knowledge. He moved through the kitchen with the economy of a man who has done the same tasks ten thousand times. His hand went to the salt without looking. His wrist flicked the pan at exactly the right angle. His timing was internal, synchronized to a rhythm that he had developed over forty years and that no longer required conscious thought. Julian's...

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Jeremy Williams added blog Literature
2026-06-01 14:54:11 -

Rain on the Void
## Act I - The Setup (20%) Frank Donovan is under a '04 Camry when his phone rings. It's a number he doesn't recognize. The voice on the other end is a woman's, and she says: "Dr. Donovan, my name is Lisa Chen. I'm on the ISS. I need your help, and I can't tell anyone else." Frank hangs up. He tells himself it's a prank. But he calls the number back. Lisa explains: she received a data packet...

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Jeremy Williams added blog Games
2026-05-27 09:23:43 -

THE WEIGHT OF NOTHING
### Act I: The Spark Ethan Cross stood in the supermarket aisle for twelve minutes before making a decision. The decision was about cereal. There were fourteen brands on the shelf, from store-brand corn flakes at three dollars a box to artisanal granola at nine dollars, and Ethan was trying to choose one. Not because he was hungry—hunger was not the issue. The issue was that each choice carried...

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2026-05-28 10:27:07 -

THE SIGNAL FROM LILY BRENNAN
The office was on State Street, third floor of a building that smelled of boiled cabbage and old plumbing and the faint, sweet-sour smell of whiskey that seeped up from the bar downstairs. It was a small office—just a desk, a chair, a filing cabinet that stuck when you pulled the second drawer, and a window that looked out over a brick wall so close I could touch it if I leaned far enough out...

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Jeremy Williams added blog Other
2026-06-02 00:38:38 -

Sample: The Mnemosyne Protocol (Psychological Thriller)
**OTMES v2 Encoding**: P-S-04-M / 1-8-5-2 / 70-30-0.70 / TI=86.0 --- The fMRI image of Elias Thorne's brain filled the monitor in colors that shouldn't exist—fluorescent reds and electric blues layered over the anatomical grayscale of a human mind, like someone had taken a painting of the soul and run it through a spectrometer. Elias stared at it for a long time, his coffee going cold in his...

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2026-05-29 05:08:22 -

THE DEEP SHIFT
THE DEEP SHIFT ACT I: THE RECRUITER Jake Morrow's back had been curved for fifteen years. The low gravity on asteroid 47-K had done that to him — or maybe it was the other way around. He couldn't tell anymore. At forty-seven, his spine bent forward like a question mark, his legs were too long for his torso, and his hands were massive, the fingers swollen from decades of gripping wrenches and...

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2026-05-26 18:08:22 -

The Archivist's Note
The Archivist's Note The fluorescent lights in the Spire's subterranean archive hum at a frequency just below the threshold of conscious awareness—low enough that you feel it in your teeth but never quite notice it with your ears. I have worked on Level 37 for eleven years. Eleven years of fluorescent cold, endless server stacks, and the hum. I am a natural. No implants. No neural lace. No...

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Jeremy Williams added blog Literature
2026-06-03 09:14:39 -

The Absurdity of the Absolute
(Fin de Siècle Decadence Style) The attic in the Rue de Rivoli was a sanctuary of velvet and decay. Marcel lay amidst a sea of silk cushions and open volumes of Baudelaire, the air thick with the scent of opium and dying lilies. He was a man of exquisite fragility, his existence a slow, choreographed slide into the abyss. His students were not children, but a collection of disillusioned poets...

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Jeremy Williams added blog Games
2026-05-30 20:41:36 -

THE QUIET DESPERATION
Tom Callahan was under Mrs. Kowalski's sink at 6:15 a.m., fixing a leak that smelled like cabbage and copper. The water was cold. His back hurt the way it always hurt now — a dull, constant ache that had nothing to do with any particular injury and everything to do with eleven years of working with his hands after the steel mill closed. He tightened the nut with his wrench, wiped his hands on...

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2026-05-26 13:55:35 -

The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker, turns the streetlights into smears of yellow on the asphalt, makes the whole damn city look like a photograph left out in a storm.
I sat in my office on Sunset Boulevard, the blinds half-closed, watching the rain hit the pavement. The office was exactly what you'd expect from a private investigator who can't afford better: a desk, two chairs, a filing cabinet that stuck, and a telephone that rang too loud. On the desk was a bottle of bourbon, half-empty, and a stack of unopened bills. The name Jack Morrison doesn't open...

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2026-05-27 21:28:31 -

Beneath the Neon Sky
The rain in Seattle doesn't wash things clean. It just makes the grime slicker. I learned that working moonshifts at the spaceport, watching cargo haulers glide past under neon signs that flickered like dying stars. Then I got the glasses. Not regular glasses—sensor glasses, the kind deep-space navigators use to feel the world when they can't touch it. The kind that let someone else see through...

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Jeremy Williams added blog Literature
2026-05-29 10:54:11 -

The Plague Sentinel
The year was 1348, and Florence was a city of ghosts. The air was thick with the smell of vinegar and burning sulfur, a futile attempt to ward off the invisible reaper that had turned the streets into open graves. Julian, a disgraced medical student whose only remaining possession was a tattered cloak and a hunger for forbidden knowledge, walked through the ruins of the Mercato Vecchio. He did...

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