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)
Wicked: A Broadway Musical Review
Broadway musicals have come and gone since the first musical, Jazz Singer made the stage with live music in 1932. Wicked opened in 2003 and has been performed in over 100 cities. I had the pleasure of experiencing Wicked in October of 2017 in the Gershwin Theater, Broadway, New York City.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Geeks
Jasper's Story: A Groundhogs Pandemic Nightmare
The reborn shafts of sunlight illuminated the once dark tunnel, and Jasper realized the time had come to go to work. He ambled up the dirt cylinder into the light and poked his head up in caution to pan right and left. His nose pumped air, in and out, in short bursts, a part of his long-range defense.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Gold
The Year 2021 The burnt orb splashed its amber light across the waterfront as I drove into St. Augustine, Florida, at sunset. Moss-covered oaks greeted me as I entered the oldest city in America. This once Spanish city had long been my planned escape from the world if the need arose, though I never thought this day would come.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
On Frozen Pond
As Time Goes By, Tony Dorsey Band, 1943 The stellar view of the almost frozen pond and wind-danced trees from the enclosed porch reminded me of the saying, time waits for no one. Valerie, my daughter, a self-proclaimed exception, was late as usual. She pulled into the gravel driveway in her Hybrid vehicle, came inside and greeted Papa, her grandfather, and me with a hug. At eighty-nine years old, Papa had been physically struggling the past month, and I encouraged her to visit him. Like the short days of winter we endured, his time on earth was limited. She hadn't seen him in over a year and not since they had a heated argument about the person of her romantic interests.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
The Swan Princess
The final curtain fell before me like a guillotine to the off-Broadway stage floor for the ballet that never filled the seats to half-capacity. I didn't know this would be the last performance of my career. The only person saddened might be the little man in the red velvet dinner jacket who stood in solitary ovation at the end of every show.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Soda Bottles for Candy
Not that it matters much, but the first thing you'd probably want to know is I'm not a hero; heck, I'm not even a decent fighter. I mean, my Dad taught us how to fight and all in the backyard. He'd wrap a rope around four pine trees to make a boxing ring and force my brothers and me to duke it out. His real intent was to allow us to let off steam. Things could get a little tense when four boys lived together, and I had the charley horse bruises to prove it.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Dia de Los Muertos . Top Story - July 2021.
NOTE: This story is based on true events dramatized to convey my crisis of identity. *** Purple, amber, and white flowers adorned the table like a garden club meeting. I cannot name them but know the colors. The sun faded over the horizon, and the shifting hues radiated its prisms onto the walls of my daughter's living room. I escaped the throng of people inside to find my thoughts in the backyard.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
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