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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The Hidden Treasure
The unexpected letter arrived in the mail in a plain white envelope with no return address. Moses tossed it in the trash since it resembled an advertisement for a car deal he received the week before. Curiosity lured him to retrieve it and he brushed the coffee grounds off.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Fiction
My Redheaded Mom
My five foot-ten inch, orange-blooded, Rocky Top singing, mother of four boys, red-head from Alcoa, Tennessee is best labeled in one term, Boss-Mom. I could write a book about her zest for life and accomplishments but instead will take you to the very hot summer of 1965 when we were stationed at Craig Air Force Base, Selma, Alabama. By the end of the story, maybe you will concur, that she earned this high and honorific designation.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Humans
The Quilted Gift
The sun broke over the horizon as I made the final turn on Edisto Drive, to my childhood home, where my widowed father waited. The past two years had been a dramatic shift for us all since my mom passed way. My Dad, a retired eighty-eight year old fighter pilot, remained confused. Statistics proved he should have gone first.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Families
My Dating Journey Through Matchmaker Hell
The most bizarre time of my life began, five years ago, when I decided to re-enter the dating world. I chose a secure site that marketed success. The following events are true but all names were changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. You can decide what verdict applies to each.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Humans
