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.
Stories (100/0)
The Last Laugh
You can call me Grott, I am of a long line of the great overseers of the woodlands and forests, we used to be many, now I am one. These woods have a history of life, death and rejuvenation that goes back long before man took his first fearful steps into these woods, when he was still cowering inside the caves at the great plateau. I watched as man forced himself to move from these caves as I stood strong and tall and they discovered all of the good that I was hiding from them, trees... flowers... animals.
By Timothy E Jones2 months ago in Fiction
The Spark
Just call me Alex, I stand at 5'5", even though I am in my early 30's, I never found that special someone. Oh, to be sure, I would find someone who would last for a week or so, but never felt that spark that would mean (at least to me) that the relationship would last for more than just a few days. But that was the way life was in a city like Philadelphia.
By Timothy E Jones2 months ago in Fiction
Tori
I first met Tori when I was in a homeless shelter in Philadelphia for around a year, I had done all the proper things; like finding work, fees & savings, any paperwork and whatever else that was required of me, then near the end of my time there, I kept on seeing this woman coming by. It was on one of her visits that I was called to the back office, and I entered the office to meet with three people; the shelter director, a woman from the housing authority and Tori, who turned out was from a group called Resource for Human Development/Family Shelter Support Team (aka: RHD/FaSST Connections). It took me around a week to do what was needed to be done, but it was all done proper, I got the keys to my apartment and couldn't get out of that shelter fast enough.
By Timothy E Jones2 months ago in Humans
First Love
I was born in May of 1969, the moon landing and Woodstock were still a few months away, the Manson trials were at full speed and the mega song "Age of Aquarius" had come out just a few weeks before my birth. But in my little corner of the world, we knew of none of that. I was the youngest of five, born to a sickly mother with the first one older than me being close to 10 years older, with the oldest being 16 years older. As a result, despite having siblings, I was raised as an only child, with my siblings resenting the fact that I was even born, as if I had a choice in the matter.
By Timothy E Jones3 months ago in Fiction
Watching
Hoshi usually loved to sit outside her home that had big, beautiful trees and a pond that came right up to the house. She loved watching them as the seasons changed from one to the next, and the giant Maple tree that usually shed their leaves in the fall.
By Timothy E Jones3 months ago in Fiction
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 Jones3 months 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 Jones3 months 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 Jones3 months 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 Jones3 months 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 Jones3 months 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 Jones3 months 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 Jones3 months ago in Fiction