Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you  to my (still yet unnamed) new young adult WIP, to include the word, "light". Please enjoy!  “Look, look, he kissed her again!” Little girl giggles broke out across the darkened room. “What do you think that’s like?” “I don’t know but, it looks silly.” Suddenly, light illuminated the sterile room, hindering the “show” the two young girls watched, causing them to squint against the sudden irritation. “Hey, we can’t see the movie anymore.” “What in the world are you talking about?” The older gentleman doctor sauntered across to where the young ladies sat. “Your television isn’t even turned on.” “No, not on TV, see!” Patsy, the little girl with dark brown ringlets pointed toward the window. Doctor Hawley bent forward and peered intently through the heavy single pane window. A drive-in theater screen danced with the action of a film a few blocks f...

Tuesday Tales Welcome Fellow Fathomers to this weeks' edition of Tuesday Tales. A group of writers getting together to share their WIP on a common theme. The theme for today is baseball... take a look at my contribution: "The drought left the pasture as dusty, dirt colored cement.   Huge cracks revealing a depth of at least a couple of feet spread here and there across the barren surface.   However, Matthew Hughes would be successful, no matter the difficulty, as he prepared for his grim mission.   He looked out upon the barren meadow and blinked back a few tears. He normally enjoyed his visits back to the family ranch in Oklahoma. Although, Matthew’s parents raised him in the grandeur of the Rockies-granola hippies who loved the crisp smell of the evergreens and bluebird days on the fluffy slopes of snow.   He enjoyed the best of both worlds as his grandparents and various aunts and uncles lived in Oklahoma from birth on. They maintained the famil...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! For todays' Tuesday Tale I bring to you another WIP entitled Leather, Laces, and Camping By The Sea . This dear to my heart YA novella profiles a young girls' struggle with being bullied and ostracized. I'm only about 5% into this work, it's taking some additional time as the subject matter is more difficult than some of the lighthearted fiction I also pen. Our prompt for this week is the following picture of a trunk , and I think I captured it well. Please read on to see if you agree... "I’m the oldest twelve year old you will ever meet. I suppose you could attribute it to the fact I have two older brothers, and my family friends have usually been older than me. However, I also blame it on the fact that I have dealt with issues that thankfully many kids do not ever have to face. I’ve been horrifically bullied and no one has ever actually laid a hand on me. But, the bruises I harbor on my insides linger like physical scars against my ...