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.
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Until Hell Freezes Over
🎄🎄🎄 Leather couches can be hard, cold, or inviting. Today, it was cold. Ten years had passed since my Lori died. My daughter Joni was away at dental school, preparing to succeed my practice. The mantle clock ticked the seconds as two words racked my mind. What next? Ramee, the hound curled on the couch beside me, remained silent.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Wind Dancer
Since the beginning, I have been a wind dancer. My parents said we are of many planets, some from far away galaxies, and many remain on Earth's moon. For centuries, I have risen to the heights of the stratosphere and circumnavigated the globe. For long respites, I have rested on the Earth. At times, I was embedded within its depths, once stuck in a glob of resin for millennia until the Earth erupted and set me free. I loved the freedom of soaring over green valleys and mountain ranges, my course chosen by the wind gods. Rain would come. Weighted from water, I was tossed downward to land in a pasture to feed the hay or the desert to nurture an orchid. Once depleted of my excess payload, a new wind would launch me into flight again to a new purpose, destination unknown.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Earth
Blowing in the Wind. Top Story - November 2023.
Palm trees rattled gently in the breeze as the water rippled across the clear blue pool. Lounging with a cold bottle of lemonade in one hand and a ripened date in the other, I realized life couldn't be better. With my handkerchief, I polished anthropological awards pinned to my safari shirt. As a world-renowned lecturer and real-life Indiana Jones, I have helped solve many mysteries of the past.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Horror
The Return of the Witch of Endor
"May all healings that have been made for him come out badly… the curses of the earth and of the heavens and of the dead and the living… May they be dispatched against this leader and his sons… May no remedy or dissolving sorceries be received for them…May the evil sorceries be as mountains and high places and clothe with evil sorceries as garments of sores. May evil sorceries be drawn against them, and may they come to rest upon Ahatoi and Abirta, and may they sweep upon them like birds," read the fake witch from the terracotta bowl.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Equivalootitus
Yellowed paper scuttled erratically across the crowded park of vagabonds, and the lithe blond-haired woman followed. Unlike the previous year's success, Fashion Week in Central Park highlighted trendy stained clothes with a sundry of iridescent patches accessorized with vicarious animalistic body odors. The crumbled newspaper brushed into a picnic table displaying canned vegetables, sardines, a sprouted potato, and a tin of Beanee Weenees.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
