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 "gray".  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!~ “I very recently found out my father had at least one affair, probably more.” She nodded her head, prodding me forward. Obviously, I hadn’t said anything out of line yet. “I don’t really think mom and dad loved each other very long after they got married. They had separate beds, which later evolved into separate beds in separate rooms. He had at least one child from his skirting around.” “Only one? I can’t imagine how his insatiable appetite for strange yielded only one kiddo.” “Wow, you really have my father pegged. How long did you have his n...

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...

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 "hardy".  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!~ I bought out every fruit tree the local nursery had in stock. I’m sure I made the owners day with the amount of money I spent. Today, money was no object standing in the way of what I wanted to do. Conner and any available work staff helped me load them all into my dad’s truck and trailer. “Are we going very far?” Eyeing the full load, he appeared to gauge the success rate of getting everything to the site. “We aren’t going far at all. I’ll drive slowly with the hazard blinkers on. Don’t you worry about me.” “I’ve never doubted your determination...

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. This week we share the prompt "green".  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!~ I’m not sure I can step up to be friends with you. As with a precious few ex-loves, either I’d never want to see them again under any circumstance, or parts of me would forever achingly pine. Unfortunately for me, you’re the second situation. Imagining who you see, who you’re holding, who’s making you smile, even laugh- which seemed so rare. It’s tough to make you laugh. Maybe that was on me, I couldn’t bring laughter from your heart. Rolling endless acres of mournful evergreens overcome my soul, making me regret we’d ever met. No one should ever want to fall in love, this pain isn’t worth it. Rolli...

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 "strong".  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. Enjoy!~ High clouds stirred and brewed against darkening blue skies. The climbing heat combined with the humidity, thrusting against a high cap in the atmosphere. Spring had come to Oklahoma. We’d already had a few strong rains, but, thankfully no tornados. When the sprinkles began, my nerves shot up and I almost lost my shit. I took Ryan underground even when it wasn’t essential. My parents had a cellar they kept stocked with supplies. So, we had a good place to go in the event of another major storm. However, I frequented often, even when the clouds produced nothing more than blocking the sunshine. ...