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About R.E.W

I am author, artist, history buff, wishing to share these three passions of mine with anyone who cares to read this blog. The main drive between these three deep interests of mine is imagination.

History isn't just people and events in a dusty book. Writing isn't just words in a tome. Art isn't just random images in a photograph, sketch or painting. I'll give you examples of what they really are.

Texas and the U.S.A.! (photo by R. E. Williams)

Now I shower upon you shreds of story! I’ve been wrapped up in government and political activity! With the upcoming 2012 elections, this nation is brewing with controversy and preparation causing America to broil with anticipation and dread. But fantasy still lives in the minds of those whose imaginations take flight above the ripe, golden plains of the Midwest, above the snow-tipped, purple peaks of the Rockies to the west, the smoky Blue Ridge to the east . . . the quixotic dreamers can hear the sweet call of wild romanticism from the past, the rustic music of a frontier and canyon, the nostalgic echoes of the Cumberland Gap and the riverside town, the gateway to Manifest Destiny along the rolling river De Soto discovered centuries ago. This is where my mind sometimes journeys to: into the elegant, beautiful history of this wonderful country!

Mary toyed with a little rose blossom on one of the bushes, listening to the fountain water trickling into the marble basin, like mocking laughter. Mary wanted to bury her face in her arms that not a soul could see what she knew showed manifestly.

The Wish by R. E. Williams

 

“You charm me,” he repeated coolly. I trembled, beneath his gaze, beneath the force of his potent ether.

“Ah,” he said over me, “You are a shy creature, tremendously shy and meek. You tremble here—what is your name?”

“Millicent,” I murmured, at last finding my voice, dismayed that he knew of my tremulousness.

“You don’t mind if I join you, Millicent? I find this veranda a pleasant spot.”

I contrived to shake my head, and at last looked up, to find him gazing, gazing with reflective expression just visible at his brows.

Against the Wind by R. E. Williams

 

“You cannot let this tear you apart, Merry. ‘Tis but mockery . . . scant mockery. Words cannot injure one such as you . . .”

“But it can,” murmured Lewis, so low that Clark did not catch his words. “It can.”

Strong Hearts by R. E. Williams

 

Peg sauntered to where Mr. Hadley and the white-collared Parson stood, his bible spread in his hands and his spectacled eyes full of admiration for the marvelous creature on the dais. This Diana remembered always with pride. But Mr. Hadley! His sturdy features had melted into a strange, amazed expression of wonder. He fixed his eyes on Peg . . . grasped her hands in his . . . turned a bright red, to the tips of his ears, as Hetty testified later . . . And Peg was splendid. She gazed right up at her blushing groom with his stiff cravat accruing to his rigid look; sweet and serene, and never wavered throughout the vow.

Strong Hearts by R. E. Williams

 

Everyone held their breath, their little hearts pounding like to render battle drums, as Drew stopped short and bent down, muttering, “Oh, just one of the kids’ dolls . . .” He plucked Lieutenant Harrington by his navy-blue coat and set him upright on the wide bannister, where Drew supposed he would be out of danger of anyone trampling upon him.

Poor Harrington! When Drew had gone out of sight he leaned over as well as he could, and in the faint light of the tiny lanterns the men could see his white face turned down to them—a white mien twisted with terror.

“Good Heavens!” gasped Lieutenant Harrington, “But this is an odious fix! What shall I do?”

The Doll Society by R. E. Williams

 

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