Chasing Time

From the beginning of spring to the end of fall, Jonathan woke before the sun rose and worked his farm, rain or shine, six days a week. He stopped only to eat his lunch under an ancient oak tree. The tree, at the tallest point of his farm, provided an unobstructed view for miles. He …

The Fence

She approached the opening cautiously, not quite sure what to expect. The fence separated her from the neighbor she never saw before. She was living here for over fifty years now and she lost track of how many neighbors had come and gone. Some she remembered and loved, others she was happy when they left …

The Card

The Storyteller 350 Challenge 1/2/21 The Card Taking a deep breath, she looked into my eyes and smiled a crooked smile that said she meant business. She had my world in her hand and she had every intention of using it to her benefit. “Fourteen thousand dollars” she repeated as she playfully and teasingly dropped …

Welcome

Hello and welcome to the first post of this blog. My name is Tate Basildon and I am a writer. You may ask where is my work published, and the answer is, no where as yet. Being unpublished does not make anyone less of a writer. It only means the world has not had the …