Michele Jones
Bio
Michele Jones is an author whose work explores the darker side of a character's psyche.
When she isn't working, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, and doing charity work.
Stories (24/0)
If Only
If walls could talk. He’d heard that phrase so many times, yet no one listened to what he had to say. He creaked and crackled, showing his age. For years, he stood tall, listening while they talked. He’d answered many times, yet they never acknowledged him. They wanted answers, answers he provided, but they ignored.
By Michele Jonesabout a month ago in Fiction
Escape from Liberty
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Layla laid her cloth out and pulled out her stones. So much had been going on, she needed some reassurance. She reached in and pulled out three stones laying them from right to left. Her mother taught her to interpret the stones, the right her current situation, the center a challenge, the left an action to address the challenge.
By Michele Jones7 months ago in Fiction
Project Titan
The lump on his head, The bruises, the cuts and dried blood. He vaguely remembered the fight in his office. Masked men who insisted he turn over Project Titan. Everything hurt, but his ribs hurt the most. How did they even know about this project? Only those with top secret clearance had access to it. And he was just read in that day, and what it contained scared him.
By Michele Jones8 months ago in Fiction
Summer Treats Are Back
Summertime is here and so are everyone’s favorite summertime foods. There are so many choices, fresh fruits, clam bakes, grilled specialties, mountain pies, fresh tomatoes, corn on the cob, s’mores, but I gravitate to carnival fare. Just walking through the local carnival and fairs you see them, you smell them, kettle corn, snow cones, candy apples, fried dough, food on a stick, and…funnel cakes. To me, there is nothing better.
By Michele Jones9 months ago in Feast
Zyneaus Wrath
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Reniker changed that. Greed changed that. Valah froze as the vision came to her. A deafening roar echoed through Mount Taluia. The Dragon Queen, crying. The King, enraged. Kaporiya. Her village. Charred remains. Buildings destroyed. Villagers terrified. Fire raging.
By Michele Jones10 months ago in Fiction
