e william nutter

It's all just words.

Bridges We Burn

Twenty plus years later, I combined some of my favorite lyrics / poems and used an AI tool to turn them into an album...

The Giving Up or The Giving In.

“You cannot escape death. You can, however, reach beyond it. In word or action, penance or patience; your essence can be a time traveler of affect or effect.” ~ Brahna Sameal Those words maybe my own, but their spirit was borne of her, a denizen of courage and hope....

MIXED-REALITY

Chapter 1: Perfection A perfect, ultra-high definition blue sky wrapped the globe thru Chan's ViewLense. A cheery orange sun, complete with cartoon smile and surrounded by tiny yellow triangles, bounced lightly above the hilltop ahead. Chan was proud of that...

DAD

It's just a story You tell a story. You tell a story enough times and you think, that's it. That's the last time I'll tell that particular version of the story. Your story. You think to yourself that maybe you'll change it a bit next time. That's right. You'll...

DEATH-INITIATION

Recently Gizmodo and iO9 sent out a request for fiction on "the future of death". This was my submission.  By six, a crowd had gathered for Weir’s viewing. The procession formed a winding way from casket to cars; a parking lot full of souls, all desperate to be...

ZOMBIE

The child daydreams a lot these days, Jessica thought. He may as well die. He’s useless here. He weighs us down. Slows us. Does nothing but stare off into the distance and mumble nonsense. “Eat your food, Worley,” Jessica shouted at the child. She spoke through her...

DAD

It's just a story You tell a story. You tell a story enough times and you think, that's it. That's the last time I'll tell that particular version of the story. Your story. You think to yourself that maybe you'll change it a bit next time. That's right. You'll...

DEATH-INITIATION

Recently Gizmodo and iO9 sent out a request for fiction on "the future of death". This was my submission.  By six, a crowd had gathered for Weir’s viewing. The procession formed a winding way from casket to cars; a parking lot full of souls, all desperate to be...

ZOMBIE

The child daydreams a lot these days, Jessica thought. He may as well die. He’s useless here. He weighs us down. Slows us. Does nothing but stare off into the distance and mumble nonsense. “Eat your food, Worley,” Jessica shouted at the child. She spoke through her...

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