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 Fire Escape
I occupy an apartment on the second floor of a three-story apartment building, with a convenience store taking up the first floor. My apartment can be gotten into both the traditional way, and through the usually more convenient fire escape, by which I have access to the apartment above me, in which the most beautiful--. Never mind.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Preacher's Daughter: Chapter 3
[OK. I may be stating the obvious here, but this chapter is a part of an ongoing story. It may make more sense if you look up and read the previous installments first. I have the first three chapters (which includes a prologue) pinned at the end of this story]
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
The lamb
The little lamb was already safe in the sheepfold, there were 99 others who were settled in and eating the hay and drinking the water that was provided to them; enough to feed them during the upcoming storm with plenty to spare. But the lamb saw the long blades of grass, and they looked like a tasty treat. So, while the good shepherd was preoccupied with a trivial matter, he sneaked through the gate to get to the inviting looking grass.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Surprise
I was laying there all nice and comfortable on the cozy blanket you set next to the roaring fireplace, the intense warmth allowed me to sleep deeply. I didn't even mind it when you came up and petted me and gave me some tasty tuna, that was broken up just the way I like it. Then when you put the blanket over me, that was purrfect.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Snowball
Snowball was a medium sized dog with snow white fur with a big black nose and blue eyes, and there was one thing that he loved to do more than anything in the world, and that was dig holes. One summer he dug a hole so deep--. But that's a different story.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Avalanche
It all began innocently enough at the top of the snow-covered mountain; two guys were racing around on their snowmobiles having a good old time racing around randomly. But neither driver saw the sign: LOOSE SNOW, OFF LIMITS. They roared their way along the edge, daring their fate with their leaps and turns. But the vibration of the engines vibrated their way through the loose snow, and by the time the snow began to slide, they had already gone.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Preacher's Daughter: Chapter 2
Rachael finished eating at the lasagna that her sister had made for dinner, apparently Dawn had tried her hand in cooking dinner, which turned out to be lasagna, which was one of those meals that was a little confusing to make and if you did it wrong you could mess it up. And Dawn was a master of messing things up, the lasagna was cooked for way too long and the sauce had all of the liquid evaporated from it and the pasta itself was so burnt that she swore she was trying to eat a charcoal brisket. She tossed the plate of lasagna aside and noticed a raccoon out in the backyard scrounging around for some scraps of food. She took the plate of lasagna and slid the door open, as she did the raccoon stood on its hind legs in anticipation of some tasty treat.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Preacher's Daughter: Chapter 1
The Present Day The town of Calvary Hill lay on one of a series of hills in the extreme north area of Pennsylvania, near the Pennsylvania/New York border. It was one of those old mining communities a little over a four-hour drive northeast of Philadelphia and was one of many old mining communities that were abandoned in the late 20th century when coal mining in that region had ceased. Five of the towns were recently renovated and renamed, only not for the purpose of mining coal as the communities were originally created for, but because of other plans; the people had the town renovated and repopulated for life going into the mid-21st century. Calvary Hill was the central town, with the other four towns along with it, circling around like spokes of a wheel. Each “town”, such as it was, had their own police/fire station, but there was only one hospital that served all five towns, and that was in the center-point between all five towns like the hub point of a wheel.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Train Ride
The coal black train chugged its way down the tracks with three passenger cars in tow, it wasn't one of those modern electric trains, that could make a cross country trip in around 3 days' time, but a refurbished train from the 1880's that went along a slow meandering scenic route through mountainsides, over majestic rivers and through a track laid maze through the forests.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
