J. S. Wade
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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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Soda Bottles for Candy
Not that it matters much, but the first thing you'd probably want to know is I'm not a hero; heck, I'm not even a decent fighter. I mean, my Dad taught us how to fight and all in the backyard. He'd wrap a rope around four pine trees to make a boxing ring and force my brothers and me to duke it out. His real intent was to allow us to let off steam. Things could get a little tense when four boys lived together, and I had the charley horse bruises to prove it.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
Dia de Los Muertos . Top Story - July 2021.
NOTE: This story is based on true events dramatized to convey my crisis of identity. *** Purple, amber, and white flowers adorned the table like a garden club meeting. I cannot name them but know the colors. The sun faded over the horizon, and the shifting hues radiated its prisms onto the walls of my daughter's living room. I escaped the throng of people inside to find my thoughts in the backyard.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
The Vintage Diva
The foggy predawn air misted through the alley as she trudged amongst huddled shadows, other fishermen, headed to Wharf Street. Sam, short for Samantha, had awakened an hour before sunrise, gathered her gear, and headed for her first day with her Uncle Trey as a crew hand. There would be no pay as a fisherman’s apprentice, except the experience.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Earth
The Lioness of Moon Valley Manor
The food services director held out two straws and said, "Pick one." I didn't understand the fuss; we were here to feed senior residents, not lions. I'm talking about the retirees residing in Moon Valley Manor nursing home where I worked. You'd think we were in the small town of The Lottery and someone was about to be sacrificed.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Fiction
The Judgement Barn
Rain fell in torrents as the escaped convict slopped through the flooded woods outside of St. Louis. The sing-song of the bloodhounds had faded from the forest when the dogs lost their scent in the storm. In what he considered a sham trial, Haynie had been convicted for the murder of a grocery store clerk. The execution date was only a week away, and he planned to miss it.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Fiction
