J. Allen Wentworth is primarily a Fantasy Novel writer, but also writes Science-Fiction short stories, humor novels, and romance novels. You can find more information about him at his website. www.jacobwentworth.com
+ more bio information"The Prize" Michael Robert Harris felt a slight chill as he walked towards the bank. It wasn't from the temperature. August was warm even here in South Dakota. He hesitated a moment before climbing the steps and was almost disappointed to see that there remained four more minutes until closing time. He considered turning bac... More..
Dylan instantly returned to his tender and gentle demeanor, "I'm sorry, Jewel. I didn't mean to yell. It was an accident. I I just don't think it's a good idea to tell anyone else about the staff. My family has a bad history. Some people wouldn't understand." "Like my father," Jewel acceded. "Yes, like your father, but Jewel... More..
I am a writer, and for over 7 years now I have taken WinRAR with me wherever I go. It is on a USB-drive on my key chain along with some other vital utilities and my entire collection of everything I have ever written. I am writing new stories or articles all the time, and there is barely any free space on the drive even thou... More..
It was evening: the last normal day of her life. The chill night air felt wonderful against her skin as Jewel gazed up at the flashing sky. The stars themselves were beautiful, but the fireworks exploding and glittering around them made the vision breathtaking. The smoke from the fire a few yards away sometimes drifted over,... More..
"Reasonable Request" My eyes glanced over the document in passing. The office smelled of mildew. I suppose someone had spilled something the week before. The light switch clicked as I flipped it on. The fluorescent lights above me flickered twice, then light spilled onto the papers in my hand. It was quite a small thing, rea... More..
It would be a long and cold night. Somewhere behind him he heard a noise as if something fluttering in the breeze, but there was no wind. It was the only sound he had heard in this lifeless city. Warily he turned around, keeping his back to the tent for whatever shelter it could provide. He saw nothing around him except the ... More..
This is my testimony. I put my faith in Yashua of Nazareth when I was five years old. I then, and still do, refer to him by his americanized greek name Jesus. It was a decision that has since shaped every aspect of my life, but while it is a happy story, I find myself, now more than twenty years later, an ignorant and deceiv... More..
Not quite Christmas, but less than a month into the new year. Was it expected? Sure, but nothing ever prepares you. My fiance is currently in her eight week and already we are going insane together. Finances, healthcare, extended family relationships, wedding planning, quitting smoking, finding time for each other, finding t... More..
Chapter 1 - The Test I dialed 911 and hit send. My phone has GPS, so I assumed they could find me. I pressed the record button on my digital camera. I held the stopwatch in my left hand as I raised the glass in my right. As the liquid touched my lips I started the clock. After I drained it I set the glass down and looked at ... More..
"Chipped" The hospital was sterile. No dust, not dirt, no weird old people smell that most associate with hospitals. It didn't have that usual hum that fluorescent lights give off either. Walls were painted white and the tile floor and suspended ceilings were white with black dots. Orderlies and doctors raced back and forth ... More..
Jacob Wentworth
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