Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. This week we share the prompt "gift".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Matthew smiled and Laurel breathed a sigh of contentment.   The world as it should be.   Snow falling from the sky, powder on the ski runs, warm heat blowing on her frozen toes, and Matthew by her side.   Whoa, did I just think that? This guy is my friend and coach.   Laurel ran her fingers through her hair thoughtfully, a move not lost on Matthew.   I would love to touch your hair.   I bet it’s as soft as the fallen snow.   Matthew felt like a complete dork.   How corny his thoughts became around Laurel. ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. This week we share the prompt "persuade".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Paying careful attention to the tracks I made in the glistening, powdery snow, I had a hard time maintaining focus. Carving down the steep mountain, I also wondered where Matthew was.   If I look behind for him, it would cut precious seconds from my time down this run, not to mention I could beef it hard. I wanted to beat Matthew honestly and wished he would give me his genuine best at least once during our many races. He was too much of a gentleman for my own good. Pushing on, my descent slowed, as my mind wandered even further away from ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we write to a photo.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Laurel Cranmer made tracks down the snow-covered mountain.  Her skis laid curling ribbon trails as she sliced through the freshly fallen snow.  When she increased speed, the whoosh of her motion kicked up puffs of icy residue resembling smoke. This place was her paradise on earth.  Matthew followed closely behind, although he gave her several seconds head start.   He skied faster than she did in head-to-head racing, but he decided to let her have this one.   Lately, his interests involved more things outside the competitive ski...