J. S. Wade
Bio
Since reading Tolkien in Middle school, I have been fascinated with creating, reading, and hearing art through story’s and music. I am a perpetual student of writing and life.
J. S. Wade owns all work contained here.
Stories (248)
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Tetra
Rainbow prisms reflected the sun in a thousand colors that few could envision as her winged body climbed vertically up the mountain ridge. Tetra eyed her shadow, an antithesis of reality, cast on the rocky slope. An oval body, devoid of light, with ridiculous short wings, serpentine neck, and long tail pulsed black up the same mountainside like an evil twin. The sheep in her talons resembled a black bag with kicking feet. The baa’s of panic, feathered by the blast of rushing air, signaled her prizes had survived the journey. Generalissimo, the quartermaster, would be pleased. Tetra was certain the ewe was pregnant.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Shoeless Joe
Betrayal by loved ones had become my norm, but I never expected my shoes to follow their path. Footwear of all shapes and styles had covered my feet as a toddler, the first day of school and my last. Various styles of shoes, trainers, casual, hi-tops and low-tops had all filled my closet until they no longer fit or were worn out.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
The Jenny
The forest canopy, pierced by strobes of moonlight, illuminated Teddy's path as he escaped his prison of three years. Most wouldn't think of the estate as a jail from afar with the mansion's nineteenth-century Georgian columned porch, stonewall, manicured lawn, and trimmed hedges. A well-appointed sign at the end of the long gravel driveway read, Boys Home of Americus.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
A Twisted Ride
A twist of fate tested the metal of my marriage the night of the carnival. Sirens rose from outside the midway amidst the cacophony of the ding, ding of the Water Gun Race, thuds from Whack-a-Mole, calliope music, and whoops of victory from the Ring Toss. Happiness prevailed as fun seekers laughed, consumed sausages and cakes, and dared the next thrill ride. I loved the excitement of a good carnival.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
White Feather the World-Less
Prologue Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I don't know who they are; I don't know who you are. I only know me. They could be Silak, my green feathered Tertian mentor. The Tertian flocks have taught me of the universe as best they understand, but they don't know from where I came. I hope to discover the answer before I scream and solve the puzzle once and for all.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
‘Til We Meet Again
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, which was proven once again as my plasma sword sliced through the reptilian eye of the Spogre. Jade-streaked black goop erupted from the wound and splattered my insulated battle suit. The strange creature's orifice opened to reveal crystal razor teeth meant for my demise, like a slow-motion silent movie, and the alien's final wail dissipated into the realms of space.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Project Urth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, blazed across the holographic monitor above the π-shaped council silicate table. The council chamber embedded deep in the rippled ridge of Stilbon, also called Mercury, overlooked the battered surface of the planet through the protective nickeled glass.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Terminus Unknown. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge. Top Story - July 2022.
Out of a murky abyss, I awakened to a horn blaring through my fog. The warning blast rose in pitch to a peak and ended with a staccato burst. In the resulting silence, a perpetual pulse emanated like the mantle clock on my grandmother's hearth. The horn trumpeted again like Archangel Michael in the heavens with the coda of a constant bell intoning a departure. Blind to sight, absolute darkness engulfed me. Confused, I commanded my hands to explore, but my trusted appendages had joined my eyes in rebellion. A horn, a bell? I must be on a train. Why a train? Where am I? Where are we going?
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
