Timothy E Jones
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What is there to say: I live in Philadelphia, but wish I lived somewhere else, anywhere else. I write as a means to escape the harsh realities of the city and share my stories here on Vocal, even if I don't get anything for my efforts.
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The Room Within a Room
The house itself was one of those long ago forgotten mansions that lay empty for at least a dozen years and reminded Henry of something akin to one of those creepy old houses they used in those old horror movies from the 60's where some old caretaker who should have died years ago still resides.
By Timothy E Jones3 months ago in Fiction
Tribulation Bay Chapter FOUR
Andrew had risen with the morning sun shining on his face, which was something that he would have to start getting used to in this new house. As he nursed a large mug of black coffee, he meandered his way around the outside of the house which was a two story Folk Victorian Home with a large porch that went all the way across and wrapped around the sides. The main steps went up the middle of the porch with the main door parallel to the steps. The house was built in the early 1900's and was renovated around 5 years ago, bringing all electrical and other modern needs up to current specs. When it was renovated, a small strip of unused beach behind the house was cleaned up and made private.
By Timothy E Jones3 months ago in Chapters
Tribulation Bay Chapter Three
Andrew finally got on the road at just about 7:00 and looked up on his GPS the quickest route to Tribulation Bay, which gave him the quickest route to get him there in just over an hour. During that trip, he made a call to the head of the Pastor Selection Committee.
By Timothy E Jones3 months ago in Chapters
Tribulation Bay Chapter ONE. Top Story - October 2025.
It was Rachael Collins’ 21st birthday and she stood inside her bedroom staring at the image in the mirror and compared herself to a picture that was. A few years ago, she was somewhat hard to look at with a pimply face, braces on her teeth and a rather boyish haircut that she instantly regretted.
By Timothy E Jones3 months ago in Chapters
The Thing about Flying Monkeys
Dawn was a girl of 18, and like her sister had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue denim jacket and pink lipstick. She stood at the door peering through the peephole with near dread of the presence of anybody who happened to be walking by.
By Timothy E Jones4 months ago in Fiction
