J. S. Wade
Bio
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 (244/0)
Tonight's the Night
Prologue This creative work is a parable based on a wild dream and only that. The violence depicted is not to condone or encourage violence but to allegorize the depths of anger that boils within the mind and heart of one who has suffered the devastating loss of a loved one.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Humans
Boldo's Honor
1941- Dallas Blue and gold crepe streamers danced from the gym's rafters and overlooked the teenagers on opposing sides below. Boys in blue jeans and plaid button-down shirts congregated near one wall and leered across the polished hardwood at the girls.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
The Tender Catch
Listen to your mother. Please, I beg you. Mine warned me not to sign up on the Tender dating app, but I wouldn't listen. Ramone's photo flashed onto my screen, and I swiped right. Her raven hair, milk-dud eyes, sexy gypsy nose, and perfect tanned figure in a three-band-aid bikini caught my attention. Hormones invaded my brain, and I pleaded to the dating gods for her to pick me. She did.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Schrödinger’s Cat
Squirrels skittered across the farmhouse tin roof, and Jodi relaxed for the first time in months. Toby, her golden retriever, enjoyed their long walks in the harvested fields of corn, where doves invaded at sunrise to take their share of the remnant grain.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Tetra
Rainbow prisms reflected the sun in a thousand colors that few could envision as her winged body climbed vertically up the mountain ridge. Tetra eyed her shadow, an antithesis of reality, cast on the rocky slope. An oval body, devoid of light, with ridiculous short wings, serpentine neck, and long tail pulsed black up the same mountainside like an evil twin. The sheep in her talons resembled a black bag with kicking feet. The baa’s of panic, feathered by the blast of rushing air, signaled her prizes had survived the journey. Generalissimo, the quartermaster, would be pleased. Tetra was certain the ewe was pregnant.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
Shoeless Joe
Betrayal by loved ones had become my norm, but I never expected my shoes to follow their path. Footwear of all shapes and styles had covered my feet as a toddler, the first day of school and my last. Various styles of shoes, trainers, casual, hi-tops and low-tops had all filled my closet until they no longer fit or were worn out.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
The Jenny
The forest canopy, pierced by strobes of moonlight, illuminated Teddy's path as he escaped his prison of three years. Most wouldn't think of the estate as a jail from afar with the mansion's nineteenth-century Georgian columned porch, stonewall, manicured lawn, and trimmed hedges. A well-appointed sign at the end of the long gravel driveway read, Boys Home of Americus.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
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