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 (242/0)
- Top Story - October 2023
Mr. Haddock's Halloween EmporiumTop Story - October 2023
Awakened by an odd creak from the wooden plank floor my eyes flew open in the dark room. My body stiffened in fear, and my full bladder threatened to betray me. Someone, something unwelcome, was here. Scanning the other eleven beds with the panicked movement of my eyes I observed nothing. Refocusing, a shadow darker than the predawn night floated from one orphan bed to another. It leaned down for a moment and moved to the next. Leather soles tapped softly as the monster came closer. I shut my eyes to feign sleep and prayed I wouldn't be chosen to sate the creature's appetite. Odors of rotted cabbage filled my nostrils as the monster leaned over me. A cold wet tongue licked my jaw and slithered up my cheek. The taster lingered at my temple and gurgled,
By J. S. Wade7 months ago in Horror
- Top Story - October 2023
Twas a Cold Winter EveTop Story - October 2023
Bacon sizzled in the background, and steam swirled from the untouched coffee cups between the elderly couple. Most observers would hardly notice the stoic couple sitting in the Bleecker Street diner where they had first met forty years earlier. Surrounded by Christmas décor, carols thrummed through speakers mounted in the ceiling. Bing Crosby yodeled White Christmas as large snowflakes fluttered to the ground outside.
By J. S. Wade8 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - September 2023
A Banker's EyeTop Story - September 2023
Today is the day. My driver turned the car onto Park Ave. "Five minutes, Mr. Magosaki." Storefronts displaying the latest fashions blurred by as I stared out the window. Eyeless bodies herded past the high dollar lure of gems and clothes. A dozen patrons waited in line for coffee and bagels from a food cart. In a few hours, it would be for hotdogs. Are these real humans or just robotics set in motion like twenty-first-century mannequins? A NYPD officer paced the walk scanning for anyone who would dare to draw notice.
By J. S. Wade8 months ago in Fiction
The Slayer Chronicles 2
This is part two of the Slayer Chronicles. Read Part One. Journal Entry - September 15, 2023 I lied when I said I didn't shed a tear. Though I had known for a year or more that my beautiful, intelligent, and sexy wife's life had been consumed by Jamison, the love required to destroy the remaining shell was beyond the pale.
By J. S. Wade8 months ago in Fiction