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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Stories (248)
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The Purple Hearted Bottle
Cold dirt slipped from my left hand and scattered on the casket of my Nana on a sunny but cool day. Through teared eyes I could see well-meaning friends observe, no, stare, as I held the cluster of Violets in my right hand out over the hole in the broken earth. I dropped them and they landed on the casket below.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Humans
The 3 C’s of a Life Partnership Relationship
There are three C’s that interlink and overlap together in a committed relationship to make the relationship complete. The three C’s are Communication, Consummation, and Consolidation. It is possible to think of any one of the three independently as required for a healthy and fulfilling relationship. It is also possible to see the power of three when all are present and in force where one strengthens and multiplies the other causing the relationship to be empowered with a force to withstand all challenges whether they be long gaps in time together, finances, individual goals, family, work, or any outside influence.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Humans
The Man who Saved the World!
Moscow, September 26, 1983 Shadows ebbed and flowed from the greenish light that reflected from the instrument panel to Lt. Colonel Petrov's face. The jade drop out light gave him the appearance of a headless ghoul suspended in space. He sipped steaming tea from his mug and wished he could accelerate the clock to 2400 hours, only twenty-three minutes away.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in FYI
Let it Go
"Dad, dad! Wake up!" My eight year old son's voice rattled my sleep. I eyed the clock by the bed that flashed numbers like an NBA scoreboard and displayed 6:33 a.m. My brain, fogged for a second, thought someone's lost the game badly, 33-6. I gathered my wits and thought to myself,
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Families
The Lottery Winner
Chris questioned the wisdom of this choice, again, a few minutes before the massive blast. He sat in his seat, in the stark room, listening to the radio, and looked out the window at the scentless ocean scape of emerald green five hundred feet below. He thought, “Who would have thought that winning the lottery would have brought me to commit this act?” His personality and degrees in Critical Thinking forced debate with himself, again.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Humans
Booked
Horace slunk down the alley and escaped the night's brutal wind that blasted off of the frigid Hudson River. The narrow lane reeked of garbage and filth that years failed to wash away. He had much in common with the alleys that hid from the main streets of the city.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Futurism
Some Joe
Some Joe By J. Scott Wade “The coffee’s cold!” sounded like cawfees co-ode, Joe barked. His declaration directed from the 24/7 diner counter to the server in his Charleston, south of Broad, drawl. The server, a young woman, maybe twenty years old said, “I’m sorry Joe, ” as she refilled the old man’s mug. Joe said, “Hell to Betsy girl. Whatcha doing? I want a fresh mug. Geez, are you stupid. Where’s Jake? And it’s Mr. Joe, to you!” The servers eyes welled with tears and she scurried away.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Humans
