Timothy E Jones
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What is there to say: I live in Philadelphia, but wish I lived somewhere else, anywhere else. I write as a means to escape the harsh realities of the city and share my stories here on Vocal, even if I don't get anything for my efforts.
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Kissed by an Angel
Lara Archer had just turned 22 around three months ago and after an extremely horrid and violent rape by her own twin brother; on their 21st birthday, nonetheless. After almost a year in a mental hospital just trying to get to a semblance of getting over what her brother had done to her; she was allowed to temporarily be released from the hospital after being under observation for suicide watch, and a few other things
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Mother's Day Gift
May 4th, 2022 Dear mom (& dad): This weekend is really going to be hard for me, as my birthday falls on Mother’s Day which kind of makes the 8th a special day for the both of us, then there’s dad’s birthday as well on the 10th I know I was a Mother’s Day gift to you. I also know I’m a twin-less twin, with the survival of the fittest…yadda, yadda. I was the winner. Big deal I would've been happier if the twin survived.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Confessions
Survivor’s remorse
They thought they were safe on the Carpathia. But at 8:30am on April the 15th, the skies were overcast and threats of more ice, fog and even an upcoming sea-storm were in the air. The 705 survivors of the sinking of the Titanic, most were women and children and one man by the name of Daniel Buckley who was smuggled onto one of the boats during the confusion, all huddled together around the deck of the ship.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Murder on the Titanic
Joe Smith raced through the alleyways of Southampton trying to stick to the shadows and hidden entrances. Behind them was a large brute that weighed in at 300 pounds of pure muscle. Like a squirrel going up a tree, Joe made tracks up a fire escape, crossed over and made it to the other side. What they didn’t consider the fact that a second brute who anticipated the little detour was already on the other side waiting for them, and while he was waiting, began sucking on a lit cigar. The cigar when sucked on, caused the end to light up nice and bright.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Nearer my God to thee
From the Journal of William Johnson The Atlantic Ocean April 14, 1912 8:30 pm Ship’s Time My journey on the Titanic so far was a pleasant one, and the past four days have been some of the best I ever had. I should have kept a journal of those four days, but maybe when we touch land, I will try to recall the highlights of those four days. Although two of them were spent with the most beautiful woman I have ever met; I know her only as Lorraine.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
My Freedom from Toxic Relationships
In researching for this article, I looked up the word “Freedom” on the Wikipedia website expecting to find some grandiose definition of the word. Instead, I found the following: “Freedom is understood as either having the ability to act or change without constraint or to possess the power and resources to fulfill one’s purpose.” The article then goes on to use a Norman Rockwell image titled “Four Freedoms” depicting the four core freedoms the United States fought for in WWII: Freedom of Speech; Freedom of Worship; Freedom from Want; and Freedom from Fear.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Families
Letter to the Editor
To whom it may concern, This letter is written in concern to the Pear Tree challenge, I don’t think I will be able to write a productive story based around a pear tree. I don’t seem to have enough inspiration to do one for this round like I did for the other rounds. Even though I used a picture of a pear tree sitting next to a small lake with two star-crossed lovers making perfect love under the tree it didn’t seem to work for me, all I could come up with was the done and done again romance story that would be a bit predictable. Below is a snippet of the story that I did manage to write:
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Hunters light
The cabin sat on the edge of a lake with a large, wooded area behind it, which went on for several miles with marked trails and wild animals and a lake in front of it. A woman who was just recently divorced from her husband for being too overbearing had decided to take her twin kids, one a boy and one a girl on an old-fashioned camping trip. The kids had the option of swimming or boating in the lake, but they wanted to go exploring in the woods.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
A Lotta Bull
(This story is a sequel to a story that I did for the shark week challenge titled “Go kayaking they said…”) Joe pulled the rusty old pick-up to his apartment on Main Street in the little blink and you miss it town in Wisconsin. A few miles away there was a good-sized ranch complete with cows and horses. But that’s not what he did in Wisconsin. No, he ran a local shop which had just a little bit of everything, mainly it was an old trading post, and everything in the store could be brought sold or traded, heck even the old-fashioned cash register that must have been from the 1880’s could be sold.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Go kayaking they said. It'll be fun, they said.
Joe won the free trip to Hawaii for a week for two at one of the mainline Hawaiian resorts. So, he and his roommate Larry decided to take the trip together in hopes that during one of the Luaus they would each end up with a cute hula dancer that they could bring home as their own. The first three days were great, and Joe actually did end up with a cute bronze skinned dancer with large breasts and long jet-black hair named Loni. As for Larry, he too landed a Hula dancer; this one by the name of Don, and while Don did have breasts for a man, he didn’t find Don’s breasts as attractive as Loni’s, but the sex between Larry and Don was very loud and rambunctious.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Marigold
The cat was a therapy cat first and foremost a constant companion for James to have around, the need for one was certified by several doctors and approved by the rental agency. Two years ago, he went to a place called “The Cat Café”, where cats roamed around the café freely, you sit down and have your coffee and biscuits knowing that one of the cats will eventually start coming to you. It was basically a situation where the cat chooses its owner, not the owner choses the cat. It was during one of James’ times there that a particular orange tabby kitten began interacting with him.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
