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 Day Hell Froze Over
You may think that Hell is a metaphorical place, in the mystical realm, or part of a silly little phrase like “Oh, go to Hell”. I'm here to tell you that Hell does exist, it is for real; it's a place here on Earth in the middle of the great lakes.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Let it snow!
A great snow fell upon the tiny cabin in the valley. For three days it fell, covering even the large evergreen trees in a coat of snow. Then finally, as midnight approached, the storm broke and the clouds moved away, and the full silvery moon reflected the sun's light into the dark valley below, illuminating the snow like it was midday to the people housed inside the cabin.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Preacher's Daughter
Prologue June 16, Five Years Ago N/E Philadelphia It was Rachael Collins’16th birthday and she stood inside her bedroom staring at the image in the mirror. At this point in her life, a thing of beauty she was not, she was all pimply faced with thick braces and short-cropped blonde hair. She wore blue jeans, sneakers, and a superhero tee-shirt with a stylized superhero emblem on it she had borrowed from her best friend Clark who lived next door to her and meant to give the shirt back to him, but she liked it so much she had forgotten about it. At a quick glance, a stranger would mistake her for a boy, even though that was not her intent, not really.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
How I survived the Titanic
New York, 1912 The Titanic trials were finally over, after a period of 6 months, there were only 21 passengers that gave an account of what happened that night, of which neither Josephine nor Maria were a part of, thus their part of events were not a part of the trials, nor a part of the “historical events” that would come in later years.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
While I slept it off; 100 feet away from me...
It was a little after 7:00 pm when James Smythe came up aside the camper he had parked along Beach Ave next to the boardwalk, where it ended. He had just gotten off of a divorce case where he had to reveal to the woman that her husband was indeed having an affair with someone else; another man, which hit her hard. The whole fiasco was settled (as far as his part went), and he e-mailed the rather raunchy pictures he took to the wife who immediately copied them over to her lawyer.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Criminal
A change of scenery 1 of 2
Part 1 of 2 James stepped out onto JFK Boulevard as the big clock on the Philadelphia City Hall tower hit half past eight. For all intents and purposes, the streets should have been empty and quiet, or at least not as congested as it was with traffic, but it was 8:30 on a hot and humid Friday night in July, and they were calling it the second heatwave of the year, with the first one happening a few weeks before in June.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
