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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Ark-1Pt. 1
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. Or so they say… Earth: the not-too-distant future The White House exploded in a blaze of fire and smoke as an explosion took out the great dome. There was no massive alien ship behind it with its death-ray aimed at it. No airplane filled with explosives crashed into it. No controlling prisoners that escaped from some alien prison dimension. It was done by the government, the very people who were supposed to protect the white house from this very thing; society collapsing in on itself from within.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Futurism
Trainwreck
1870 Karen lay back in the seat of the old steam engine train where she was dumped there like a sack of potatoes, for a moment she enjoyed the gentle rocking of the car, the motions relaxing the pain in her back. Blood dripped from her as various cuts and bruises became apparent. Her arm was sore, the knock on the head she had gotten from wherever she was, had formed a goose-egg on the back of her head.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
So, you want to write for Vocal
So, you wish to write a story for Vocal, it is not a hard thing to do, there are so many stories that haven’t been told, that can be told, that need to be told. There are endless genres and subgenres it allows you to write it in the style you wish. Is it a children’s story? Write it. Is it a letter to your departed mother you want to place on her grave on a day you both share…Mother’s Day? I’ve done that. Or maybe you want to write some adult only story…you can do that too. Oh, how I personally know you can do that. The case is the possibilities are endless.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Journal
Beach Girl
Melissa knew her father would “kill” her for what was about to happen, but she couldn’t help it. There was a dance party at one of those places on the Cape May Boardwalk and she met this guy, a really impressive guy that had taken a liking to her almost right off. They danced and she gave him an erection so big and so fast he almost ripped through his jeans in a single burst, and yes there was ripping involved.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Kara and the Surfer girl
Kara Brolin of the Cape May Sheriff’s Department was a 28-year-old Sheriff who loved her job; on many days the job was in name only. The town was a playful seaside town that had become a tourist trap. On this particular evening, she was called upon by a friend Camille to marry her to a girl 13 years her junior in her role as a Justice of the Peace, the girl was 22 and she was OK with that.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
The beachcomber
Jason waved his metal detector back and forth as he walked down the beach, he wore old army fatigues that were cut down to cutoffs and wore beach shoes on his feet. He had found a few odd and end coins and the like from the day before. On his hands was a pair of tac-gloves with the rubber knuckles, after all he was a bit of what some would consider walking around in the LGBT community. He loved girls to no end, but there were some guys who gave him a hardon that wouldn’t quit. He had sex with a few guys too, much of it oral but he always went back to the girls, that was the thing with being bisexual at least the way he played it. He had a few friends who were lesbians; the county sheriff Brolin had a younger surfer girl wife named Buffy who was named after the television character of the same name and leaned towards the looks of the character to boot. And there was down by the lighthouse an interracial lesbian couple.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Specter of the cabin
The Cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The night was May 20, 1885, that the candle burned in the window on that dark and stormy night. 20 years had passed since the American civil War, and traitors of the southern army were hunted down and killed…some by their own friends and commanders.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon on the Valley (Pt 3)
[Captain’s Log Star date 94922.22 Things were quiet on the ship too quiet. We had a wedding ceremony celebrating the union of two of our lovely ladies, Kla and T’Pan who has changed her name to Lois, in honor of the wife of one Lois Lane-Kent, a figure from the late 20th and early 21st centuries who was married to a man some knew as Clark Kent others as Superman, yet others knew him simply as Kal-El.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Futurism
Dragon on the Valley Pt. 2
Part 2 of 4 [We were in trouble -- serious trouble. On an attempt to return a white dragon to its proper environment, we held it in the cargo hold while my wife Michelle ran a shuttle back and forth to the Paradise Planet below. Unbeknownst to us until now, a 100-foot red dragon was also trying to get in. For what reason we weren’t sure, but it had targeted Michelle who it had started attacking her with a deadly flame that came from its mouth.]
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Filthy
Dragon on the USS Valley
[There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Which raises the question why the hell would there be? After all the U.S.S. Valley NCC-99130 is a back water underrated starship that isn’t even commissioned to be able to fight our own battles as a rule. Heck the only weapons we have are defensive in nature and of course our personal weapons.
By Timothy E Jones4 years ago in Futurism
