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About Me

Hi, I’m C. William Tressler

I grew up in a small town in South Central Pennsylvania. My family was and still is a bunch of goofballs. We didn’t have much, but we had plenty of laughter. I was never as much of an avid reader as my mom, but if I got drawn into a book it was like I was living it. In hindsight, I wish I would have seen that as the spark to start writing earlier, but alas I was young and dumb. I do however remember being in grade school and struggling to keep a short story short. My teacher thought my writing showed promise, and that always stuck with me even when writing was the furthest thing from my life goals. It’s funny how something like that can stick with you for decades.

I tried writing a novel ten years ago, but I wasn’t ready, let’s just say that I am NOT very good at sitting still. Several surgeries later, slowing down became much easier. I suppose turning 50 helps slow you down a bit also. I learned to embrace my downtime and turn it into something I enjoy. And I learned to let my imagination run rampant. It truly is a lot of fun to write a story. I sincerely hope that you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

Captain's Blog

Old Ghosts
An Alleycat Crew Short The bar was half-lit and half-empty, which was exactly how Kash liked it. A tough job behind them, a few bruises still tender, and a bottle of something strong between him and the rest of the world. Calynn had slipped off to g...
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Falling for Fall
An Alleycat Crew Short Kash was sitting at his monitor perusing the cyber-web when he heard Calynn let out yet another heavy sigh. He turned to look at her. Calynn was sitting in the chair at the helm with her knees pulled to her chest, lost in thou...
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Close Quarters
An Alleycat Crew Short The cockpit of The Cat wasn’t built for comfort. It was built for practicality and reliability. The two seats at the helm gave them just enough space for Kash and Calynn to bump elbows whenever they tried to work side by side....
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The Tail of Things to Come
An Alleycat Crew Short Chief Volci sat at his desk, methodically field-stripping a rifle. The familiar rhythm of the test pulses of the magnetic rails kept his hands busy while his mind stayed sharp. He wasn’t expecting company. When Svata padded in...
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Pit Stop
An Alleycat Crew Short Darkness pressed in around them. “Okay,” Calynn muttered, voice echoing off stone walls. “I’m going to say it… this is your fault.” Kash shifted, pulling her up so he could get his legs underneath himself. “My fault? You’re th...
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