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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Someone's Father or Uncle
Amy stepped of the train as the Broad Street Subway let her off at Philadelphia's City Hall stop and mixed her way into the more than 100 other people who were all moving like a flood to the steps. While most moved down the interchange concourse that lead to the “L” train, she moved towards the escalator in the other direction, along with a small handful of other people that took her out into the City Hall courtyard.
By Timothy E Jonesa day ago in Fiction
Tribulation Bay Chapter NINE
Rachael put the box down and fished around in it until she came out with Clark's handgun, she then pulled back the hammer, aimed it at the raccoon and pulled the trigger-- the hammer came down with an irritatingly faint “click” when there should have a loud “bang”.
By Timothy E Jones23 days ago in Chapters
Tribulation Bay Chapter EIGHT
Clark was done with most everything he needed to do with the house, all of his mother's useless knickknacks and smaller pieces of furniture were taken to the thrift shop first thing, then it was back to load his personal stuff onto the pick-up, which included a dirt bike he got at the same time he got the used pickup. By 11:30 he had pulled away from the house for the last time, and was at the hospital morgue right at noon.
By Timothy E Jonesabout a month ago in Chapters
