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 (243/0)
Red and the Wolf
Winded, my lungs burned for oxygen, and I stopped to catch my breath. The wolf's haunting howls grew louder, closer. I was losing the race for my life. Exhausted, I stumbled over an oak tree root and fell to the forest floor. Panting in fatigue, I barely felt the pain in my ankle because terror overwhelmed me. Pushing myself to my hands and knees, I froze as the great grey wolf stepped from behind a tree and circled. His red eyes, like embers, blazed with hunger and hate. Droplets of green drool and foamy white slime dripped from his bared canines that were as sharp as daggers. The predator's stench of oily musk, decayed remnants from blood lust, and sour fur filled my nose, and I gagged.
By J. S. Wade10 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2023
Game of Thrones Final Season a Game of ThroesTop Story - August 2023
For seven seasons, nine families fought for dominion over the fictional Westeros in Game of Thrones. Some fought with magnificent purpose, others with unfathomable malice. In the series' eighth and final season, without consulting the master creator George R.R. Martin, malicious screenwriter's metamorphic bromides made it a Game of Throes.
By J. S. Wade10 months ago in Critique
Goldilocks, The Locket, and The Three Bears
Once upon a time, rays of light shone through the schoolroom window and shimmered off Gwen's golden hair locks. Today was Show and Tell day, and she hated it. She had brought a tuft of bear hair in a locket that had belonged to her mother, who had died years ago. Her parents were known to be great hunters. Mrs. Ainsley called the children one at a time to show their unique treasure and tell the class its story.
By J. S. Wade10 months ago in Fiction
Your Shadow
Not in a land far away, not once upon a time, but today, right now, near you, danger lurks. You have forgotten. Your shadow, the essence of your existence, is not deep within you but constantly exposed to the world. You know your shadow soaks up the energy around you, feeding or being fed upon.
By J. S. Wade10 months ago in Fiction
Cyrus and The Sun Angel
May it be told of this fable of old, This truth I insist for you to behold. Cyrus of the Village Tania *** Rhythmic beats of the sea synced with my heart, as I stood ankle-deep in the surf at dawn. Again, she spoke to me through the ebb and flow of water over my feet and into my mind. Drawn since my earliest memories to the mystic sea, I lusted to set out to discover its mysteries. Her words touched my soul and made it my life mission.
By J. S. Wade10 months ago in Fiction