Timothy E Jones
Bio
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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Go-Jo still no go?
Kiki just turned 18, had pink dyed hair and was a little over five feet tall. It had snowed the night before, and she was still at that age where she found being out in the snow fun. She scoffed down her rice and salmon, then threw some clothes on before heading outside.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
"Just happened to" find it.
The snowstorm was over, and the two people who just "happened to find" sanctuary in the tiny log cabin finally settled down. They managed to kill a few rabbits who wandered in, so had food for the night, and an endless supply of snow that could be melted and drank. Since they were miles away from any city life, the water would be as pure as drinking spring water.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
The Snowy Owl
The little white rabbit ventured out into the freshly fallen snow frolicking and digging through the snow for the grass that was buried by it. He had ventured a bit farther away from his little hole than he intended, but not so far that he couldn't get back. But the skies were clear of predator birds, and the wolves were far away.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
The Feat of Sir Jon De-Court
Jon worked his way up to being a proper knight all the way up from a child. Finally, once he proved himself to the king after fending off an assassin. He was knighted Sir Jon De-Court, because his entire life was spent in the confines of the court and the knights, which he had just that moment had become.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
A Visit from Santa (Pt. 2 of 2)
Santa sat in a curious lump as he pulled the sack of gifts from on top of him, as he tried to get up. He had his usual system for getting down chimneys, and having a sack of gifts dropped on him was not the way. He noticed three kids staring him down from just beyond the doorway.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
A Visit from Santa (Pt. 1 of 2)
It was the worst mistake in Santa's long life. He should have known better; but he didn't. He had decided to take what was the clumsiest elf that ever existed with him on that particular Christmas eve. Mainly because the other elves didn't like having her around. The elf stepped out and landed in a pile of Donnor doo and fell on her ass, sliding down the slanted roof, stopping herself just short of flying off.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Angels in the Snow
Melissa sipped at her coffee on that particular Saturday morning, she went home from college for the weekend, and had gotten there early enough to make a large breakfast, which she completed just in time to see Dawn (her younger sister by 2 years) make her way into the kitchen.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Preacher's Daughter
Jon, the head Paramedic was done with his preliminary investigation, and the body of Doris Johnson was placed inside the body bag. As the two ambulance attendants carried the body down the flight of steps in their usual manner, he stepped up to Clark with some paperwork, but he noticed he was video chatting on the computer.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Welcome to my Parlor!
It was a warm enough fall day, and the giant fly buzzed around the spider with a raging fury as if it were asking for trouble to come upon it. The spider saw the value of eating the fly almost as a last meal in her old age. The spider quickly constructed the tiny web in hopes of getting one last meal before she succumbed to the death that she knew was coming to her. It took just under an hour to construct the web, but it was a job done, but too little, too late, for the fly, well it was possible that something else got to eat it first, as it was no longer a bother to the spider.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Playground
Just a few months ago, the playground was the go-to place for kids to go to and play, but that was before the snow covered everything from the merry-go-round to the swings and all the things that lie in between. For they were all the same, lonely for the attention that comes with the warmer weather, yes again they'll have their day.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
The Spare Key
There's a reason as to why we are called "spare keys", because you rarely ever need us. Obviously, they're not you "main set of keys" that you use for yourself, nor are they the "duplicate" keys you give to that special someone. The "spare keys" are the ones you intentionally hide away in some secret spot outside your place of residence. You know, under the dirt in a spot near your door, somewhere along the ledge of the door frame or some special place that seems extremely logical at the time.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
