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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Gone Too Soon. Top Story - September 2023.
A Bridge to Hell I lifted the recent photo from my office desk and thought of my great day with my children. We had spent the last days of summer together on Lake Keowee boating. We didn't know it would be the last day the three of us spent together. Though imperfect at times, they had overcome and survived the antics and hazards of their teen years.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Chapters
Alas, Babylon
"Out of death, life; an immutable truth" ― Pat Frank, Alas, Babylon Sirens blared throughout the school, and Mrs. Dixon dropped her textbook. Unlike a fire drill, my eighth-grade teacher ordered us to sit under our desks. My heart raced with the question, Is this it? The nuclear attack? Are we about to all die? If we survive, would our skin fall off? How would we eat, drink, and breathe if everything is contaminated? How would communities divided by race amidst forced desegregation pull together, or would we die?
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in BookClub
Beware The Window
Alone, tired, and drained of emotions, Jacob Jones dropped into the oversized leather rocking chair on the second floor of his townhome. He closed his eyes and inhaled the soft scent emanating from the Himalayan salt lamp glowing on the coffee table.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Horror
Some Joe, with Mr. Dickens
Mouthwatering tangs of bacon, aromas of fresh ground coffee, and the seducing scent of waffles cooking invaded my nostrils. My stomach rumbled in anticipation of its reception of the luxurious calories, fats, and sugars available at the downtown diner.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Writers
Red and the Wolf
Winded, my lungs burned for oxygen, and I stopped to catch my breath. The wolf's haunting howls grew louder, closer. I was losing the race for my life. Exhausted, I stumbled over an oak tree root and fell to the forest floor. Panting in fatigue, I barely felt the pain in my ankle because terror overwhelmed me. Pushing myself to my hands and knees, I froze as the great grey wolf stepped from behind a tree and circled. His red eyes, like embers, blazed with hunger and hate. Droplets of green drool and foamy white slime dripped from his bared canines that were as sharp as daggers. The predator's stench of oily musk, decayed remnants from blood lust, and sour fur filled my nose, and I gagged.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Game of Thrones Final Season a Game of Throes. Top Story - August 2023.
For seven seasons, nine families fought for dominion over the fictional Westeros in Game of Thrones. Some fought with magnificent purpose, others with unfathomable malice. In the series' eighth and final season, without consulting the master creator George R.R. Martin, malicious screenwriter's metamorphic bromides made it a Game of Throes.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Critique
Goldilocks, The Locket, and The Three Bears
Once upon a time, rays of light shone through the schoolroom window and shimmered off Gwen's golden hair locks. Today was Show and Tell day, and she hated it. She had brought a tuft of bear hair in a locket that had belonged to her mother, who had died years ago. Her parents were known to be great hunters. Mrs. Ainsley called the children one at a time to show their unique treasure and tell the class its story.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Your Shadow
Not in a land far away, not once upon a time, but today, right now, near you, danger lurks. You have forgotten. Your shadow, the essence of your existence, is not deep within you but constantly exposed to the world. You know your shadow soaks up the energy around you, feeding or being fed upon.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
