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 prompt each week. Most of the time we write to a certain word. Once per month we write to a picture prompt, and limit our entries to 300 words. I chose lightning. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my new yet-to-be-named WIP. “I’m not sure when I can make it through a storm without wanting to throw up.” Rubbing my clammy palms down my shorts, I tried unsuccessfully to rid my body of the horrible waves of rocking sensations. “I promise you won’t feel that way forever.” Connor’s voice took on that deep reassuring tone when he truly wanted to get a point across. All I wanted to do was hold my son- my baby sleeping soundly in his crib- completely unaware of his mother’s impending meltdown. “How can I raise him to...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific prompt each week. Most of the time we write to a certain word. Once per month we write to a picture prompt, and limit our entries to 300 words. I chose the sky. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my new yet-to-be-named WIP. Behind closed eyes, my mind sees as clearly in the dark as when wrapped within the rays of a sunny day. I see the smile in your eyes you used to have for me. Smoldering desire lurking behind oceans of blue telling me what you want without one word. Those days were reckless with desires, longing, and the excitement of new love. Shifting my thoughts, I recall the slow winding down of your attention for me, the way you finally ceased looking my direction. I became another drain in your day. The images keep slippin...

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 even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- pill .    This will be an excerpt f ro m Twister Fate, my new WIP for a new romance contemporary. Enjoy!~ Strolling into the kitchen, I wondered if she had a guilty conscience. “What’s up?” Not missing a beat, she continued chopping vegetables, throwing a question back at me. “Did you have a nice visit with Violet?” “More than just nice, it was enlightening. She was so forthcoming about how you called Conner to come see me after I got home. Really? Why did you do that? What made you do such a thing?” That made her stop chopping. “I was worried about you. I knew he was a huge support to you in the hospital. Why do you think I didn...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the diverse word- grab .    This will be an excerpt f ro m Twister Fate, a new WIP for a new romance contemporary. “You’re in a very bleak place. On one hand, you deserve the right to mourn the loss of Billy. He was your world, your partner, the one you planned to conquer the world with. But, on the other hand, you have a baby growing inside who already loves you. You are his, or her, entire world. With this little person, your priorities change from your own needs to the baby’s needs. You’ve got to be there one hundred percent, taking all the responsibility of mother and father. It’s not a task for the faint of heart. Not everyone could do it.” Was this some kind of reverse psychology bullshit? “Thank you Captain Obvious. I thought I had some obscenely huge tumor in my stomach.” “Stop, you’re just as feisty as when we were kids. You know what I meant.” “I’m not really sure I do know ....