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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A Banker's Eye. Top Story - September 2023.
Today is the day. My driver turned the car onto Park Ave. "Five minutes, Mr. Magosaki." Storefronts displaying the latest fashions blurred by as I stared out the window. Eyeless bodies herded past the high dollar lure of gems and clothes. A dozen patrons waited in line for coffee and bagels from a food cart. In a few hours, it would be for hotdogs. Are these real humans or just robotics set in motion like twenty-first-century mannequins? A NYPD officer paced the walk scanning for anyone who would dare to draw notice.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
The Slayer Chronicles 2
This is part two of the Slayer Chronicles. Read Part One. Journal Entry - September 15, 2023 I lied when I said I didn't shed a tear. Though I had known for a year or more that my beautiful, intelligent, and sexy wife's life had been consumed by Jamison, the love required to destroy the remaining shell was beyond the pale.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
The Slayer Chronicles
Journal Entry - September 14, 2023 Early morning light shimmered off the liquid surface of the swimming pool. I observed the taupe bottom as the stream of air bubbles escaped my wife, Lara’s body. My yearlong battle had come down to this moment. The cause of her defeat was greed and the love of gold. Rays of direct sunlight beamed through the gaps in the pine trees nearby and inched toward the calm waters. Weighted in gold chains, her eyes bulged, and her mouth gaped with silent screams at her plight. Thrashing to and fro, she sought to free herself, but I had done my job well. The gold lock binding her chains held.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Deadline
A pit of dread grew in my stomach at the looming deadline. The assignment was to write a short essay on a place or experience that touched your feelings over the holiday break. Feelings? As a seventh grader, I didn't know how to express my feelings. My world was a conundrum of my body and mind transitioning and at war. Some kids were ahead of others on life's timeline, while others, like me, lagged. Tony, a classmate who lived down the street, had zits and was shaving while my friend Randy and I remained smooth-faced. From up the street, Julie had quit the neighborhood gang and acted differently towards boys. Kelly, who lived across the street, thought Julie was acting silly and continued to hang out with us.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Writers
Dark is the Night
Dark is the night. Crickets chirped, and Cicadas thrummed as sixteen-year-old Sue dropped from the window to the ground. Running late to meet her boyfriend, George, she chose to cross the ancient Wild Oak Cemetery. Her cell light illuminated a green-tinged sign at the arched gate.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
The Moxies. Top Story - September 2023.
Wind feathered Megan's hair as she pedaled her Red Rocket bicycle. Closing her eyes, she threw her hands out like Kate Winslet on the bow of the Titanic. Blinded, she missed the brick in the street. Physics ruled, and her body sailed over the handlebars. Skidding across the pavement, she slammed into a mailbox post. When her vision cleared, three children encircled her, staring. They were the new kids on the block.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
