Lee Wilson - Stories

This is book two in the series, 'The Life and Times of Avery Noonan.' It will focus on Avery Junior, although the rest of the family will make appearances.

To refresh your memories, Avery Junior was born in Philadelphia, PA in December of 2030, shortly thereafter acquiring a blue aura. That indicated to his father he would die of a disease of some sort. That fact would play a key role in Junior's life.

Everybody knows you don't put metal into a microwave. Well, probably almost everybody. This will be a series of very short stories, each covering Dave the microwave's take on what happens when something weird is "cooked" in him.

Another foray into the comedic world.

This is a continuation of my previous story, 'On My Deathbed.' In that story, Red says "I hope I’m wrong about there being nothing else. I’m a determined old bastard, so if I can let you all know there’s something else, I’ll damn well try", and "I think this is it for me. I’ll be back if I ca..." The incomplete word being can, obviously. You probably don't need to read that first to enjoy this one, but it's short, only 1,164 words.

Avery Noonan is a man with a unique ability. He sees people’s auras. He not only sees them, but he sees them in different colors. As he ages, he discovers the colors each take on their own meaning. He continues to learn more and more about this ability as his life progresses.

This story is a prequel and sequel to my previous story, ‘The Boy on the Porch.’ While that was mostly Brendan’s point of view, this will be from the members of the Taft family's perspectives. It will cover things that happened before Nick was kicked out of his house, hit the necessary high points of what was covered in the first story, then continue on with their later lives, expanding on their pieces of the epilogue contained therein. I initially envisioned it to be Nick's story, but quickly determined it would be fairly short, so they all get some attention.

Everyone knows duct tape has hundreds of uses. But what happens when one of those uses is quite unconventional?

The boy in the well, told from the well's point of view.

Just a short poem for someone special. I hope all my readers can appreciate it.