Greetings All -
Long Time Listener, First Time Contributor.
First of all, thanks to the feedback thus far to my recently submitted Fiction, they’ve all been very appreciated.
At present, with ‘Yule Tide Me Over, A Stalker Stuffer.’ just added late last night, all that’s left is the Kolchak finale ‘Winking Out In Vegas. ‘ ( the first draft almost complete ) to put a wrap on The Nylon Stalker series.
For the moment, this will be the sum of my contributions to Big Closet ( and several other sites as well. ) until some Real Life issues get resolved to my satisfaction - That and the wish to bring only the best of my work to this excellent site.
I’ve write a variety of online fiction for over ten years now, from Zombie Stories on Homepage of The Dead 97 - 2002, to TG/TS Tales (Starting with Sapphire‘s back in 1997 ), to more recent Female Age Regression Fantasies for Alec Leamus’ The Magic Box site 2010.
While I consider myself primarily a hetero male ( Just a matter of Book Keeping, no biggie otherwise), my imagination knows no boundaries, and it’s been my humble privilege to add something to this genre.
In the meanwhile, please continue to read and enjoy, and I’ll see what stirs my eclectic brain cells.
Way Zim.
May 11th, 2006.
Cleveland, Ohio.
Karen Klein’s Journal;
It was a night and day before my Bachelorette party in Sin City, standing just outside the airport security zone with my fiancé.
Gale was saying her goodbyes to her husband, while I was still practicing. For his part in this affair, Prof seemed as bemused as I was with this whole couples thing, for which he had my eternal gratitude.
If things had been weirder before, the months of normalcy which followed our betrothal in December were downright insane by comparison.
OK, that’s not exactly true, as almost a year ago I was another person - in fact, another sex. A very old man, who through an otherworldly set of circumstances was reborn into the body of a former girlfriends’ daughter.
But since then I’d vowed to live her life well, in the hopes of reviving that tiny spark of memory which the Gods preserved within this reconstituted form.
This included the possibility of Love, though when it came it still shocked the hell out of this girl. My helper, my savior, The Professor, turned out to be Mr. Right after all.
He’d been there for Karen, even before she’d met me. When Carl Kolchak eventually came to this rather randy mythologist for help in being the best girl he could … well … this is how that ended.
Kolchak, The Nylon Stalker Finale; Winking Out in Vegas
"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things -
From the Title, I expected a wee bit of Lewis Carroll. LOL.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Will You Won't You Join The Dance?
With the Kolchak Finale added several days ago, the responses thus far have been great.
And with the addition of Embers Dying (1999 ) a much older and very personal work; as a sort of Thank You to everyone here, I must put aside my writing for a time - hopefully a short time - to deal with some Real Life issues.
Not Life Threatening, but they do demand a great deal of my attention, so again I thank you all.
Way Zim
Below, the barest beginnings of a possible Embers sequel (or is this a prequel? ) dealing with the repercussions from noble acts, and just what was born from William Zanes sacrifice.
Embers Rekindled.
A Yet To Be Published Manuscript of Jason Thornton.
Summary of Series; Forgotten Angels of American Art.
Wilhelmina W. Atwell, 1891 - 1953.
A minor talent in mixed mediums, Wilhelmina Atwell was less known for her impressive body of work than for the company she kept.
Mina was born to Rowan Stewart Atwell, daughter of a New Bedford merchant banker, and wife to Warren T. Atwell, a ships officer from a modest fisherman’s family.
Rowan was a fair watercolorist who, like her prodigy to come, toured Europe at the height of the Impressionist Movement, making fast friends with many influential voices of the Avant-garde.
As a child, Mina played with the paint jars of several such celebrities, including Mary Cassatt, American Portraitist. Mary was the first of many who inspired several style changes for Young Mina, at least until her breakout exhibition in 1908.
But while Wilhelmina sampled various art techniques over time, from etch work to sculpture, it was her exhaustive correspondence which I chose to focus on.
We discover in Wilhelmina, several things of interest within the letters, poems, and disclosed diary entries. One was the amazing sense of prescience for one so young.
As evidenced by some recently revealed notes toward the end, her lifelong use of mixed colloquialisms; almost from the first time she spoke, suggested a congenial schizophrenia.
Noted essayist Dorothy Parker once remarked of her friend … “Miss. Mina is audacious in verbiage, yet one feel less abused than sated.
“As with a well received feast, one is almost required to have a smoke and a brandy afterwards. “
Another item comes up in her classicalist’s oil ‘Dionysus’ Delight. ‘ (1910) which depicts a bacchanal consisting of Grecian Maids engaged in random love making.
While such images are common in other work, the almost pornographic (specific )detailing suggests more than a posed work.
Again, by itself, this only reveals a woman free( though not exceedingly flamboyant )with her love for her fellow females.
On the other hand; combined with other aspects, we begin to assemble a portrait of a girl who merged an unusually gentle yet mannish calm with Sibylic Foresight.
From age 16 until her death at 61, this amazing woman proved the antithesis for both the conventional and experimental within this time-period.
A very brief explanation;
Reconstructing the life of Wilhelmina W. Atwell.
For the sake of continuity of events, wherever practical, I’ve turned to a narrative form so to better handle certain scenes. For the rest, appropriate sourcing will be applied. Hopefully this will give the reader an appreciation of the Times which produced such work.
Thank you for your indulgence.
Jason Thornton.