Barbara Gode Wiles
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Barb is a young widow, having lost her husband and best friend at the age of 55. She is now devoted to her two daughters and her two beautiful granddaughters. Her dog is a constant companion.
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You Were Never Really Here?
Sometimes, early in the morning when the sun is just peeking over the horizon, I wonder if you were ever really here. Did I just imagine having a big brother, Peter, who was my world? Or are you like my imaginary friend, Peter Jack, who was never really here. Although since his name was Peter Jack, I tend to think I named him after you and Uncle Jack. Uncle Jack, who was always willing to get right down on the floor to play at my level. He was the best!
By Barbara Gode Wiles6 months ago in Fiction
A Forgotten Hero on the Titanic
Everyone knows the story of the Titanic sinking into the North Atlantic Ocean after hitting an iceberg on April 14, 1912 and the recounting of all the stories from that night are moving and speak of survival and tragic loss, but have you ever heard the long forgotten story of John Harper? Let me be the spokesperson for John Harper these many years later and hopefully, he won’t have died a death in vain in the frigid waters on that fateful night in the North Atlantic Ocean.
By Barbara Gode Wiles7 months ago in History
We Hang in the Balance
My life goes on even though Dennis is gone. I lost him to the worst flu epidemic in the history of the world. It began in November 2047 right after the bombs were dropped and had wiped out half the world population by the spring of 2049. Dennis got sick in August 2049 and I lost him 6 weeks later. Now it is March 2050 and I don’t know where to begin.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout a year ago in Futurism
Phya's Vision
Chapter 1 The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. The pixies were running and playing when the trolls yelled at them. “Come look,” they shouted. The pixies and trolls didn’t play together often as the trolls were much larger and played too rough.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout a year ago in Fiction
There is always one rule!
There was only one rule…don’t open the door! Sandy stood in the front yard not sure what to do. She had grown up in this sprawling old home in southern Virginia and had only returned as an adult. She was saddened that she had buried her mom without resolution, but their relationship had been combative and distant, at best, over the last 7 years.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout a year ago in Horror
The Loves of My Life
Love can be warm and wonderful or dark and full of despair. I have experienced both. I have been in love four times in my life. Or thought I had. Turns out I was really only in love once with my best friend and husband of almost 30 years, Alan.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 years ago in Journal
A Dark and Stormy Night
I am cold and my skin is turning color from the freezing air. The snow is gently falling as it has been for the last four hours. I am thinking the temperature has to be well below freezing as the beautiful quiet flakes fall to the ground and add to the ever increasing depth. I am not quite sure where I am but I am convinced I will be frozen by morning.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 years ago in Fiction
