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 - February 2024
QuittingTop Story - February 2024
Light pierced the cold darkness when the door opened and my husband's face looked down upon me. Unshaven, with haggard eyes, I almost didn't recognize him. I hadn't seen him in this state since he had returned from Iraq. I screamed for attention but I could not utter a sound. His hand passed by me, grabbed a beer, and doomed me to the darkness once again. I remember almost nothing but sudden pain, my daughter's shrill scream, and then blackness.
By J. S. Wade3 months ago in Fiction
Snow Day
Muted street sounds from outside Dr. Ari Stein's brownstone and Eva's long hair tickling his hairless naked body woke him. Leaving the warmth of their bed he pushed the window curtains back. He howled with delight at the dancing snowflakes and the steady accumulation of crystalline art. Two identical flakes stuck to the glass to document his handiwork.
By J. S. Wade4 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - January 2024
- Top Story - December 2023
- Top Story - December 2023
Until Hell Freezes Over
🎄🎄🎄 Leather couches can be hard, cold, or inviting. Today, it was cold. Ten years had passed since my Lori died. My daughter Joni was away at dental school, preparing to succeed my practice. The mantle clock ticked the seconds as two words racked my mind. What next? Ramee, the hound curled on the couch beside me, remained silent.
By J. S. Wade6 months ago in Fiction
Wind Dancer
Since the beginning, I have been a wind dancer. My parents said we are of many planets, some from far away galaxies, and many remain on Earth's moon. For centuries, I have risen to the heights of the stratosphere and circumnavigated the globe. For long respites, I have rested on the Earth. At times, I was embedded within its depths, once stuck in a glob of resin for millennia until the Earth erupted and set me free. I loved the freedom of soaring over green valleys and mountain ranges, my course chosen by the wind gods. Rain would come. Weighted from water, I was tossed downward to land in a pasture to feed the hay or the desert to nurture an orchid. Once depleted of my excess payload, a new wind would launch me into flight again to a new purpose, destination unknown.
By J. S. Wade6 months ago in Earth
- Top Story - November 2023