Barbara Gode Wiles
Bio
Barb is a young widow, having lost her husband and best friend at the age of 55. She is now devoted to her two daughters and her two beautiful granddaughters. Her dog is a constant companion.
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Do You Believe in Ghosts?. Top Story - July 2025.
Do you believe in ghosts or that those who have gone can still reach out to you? If not, I’m going to change your mind! October 3rd was a horrible day that will live in my memory as clear as the day it happened.
By Barbara Gode Wiles7 months ago in Fiction
A Child's Bedtime Story (maybe)?
The sun was setting into the water. You could almost hear it sizzle as it struck the ocean. I knew this was going to be one of those nights. I could always tell that my nightmare was right around the corner when I shut my eyes even though I knew I was still awake.
By Barbara Gode Wiles7 months ago in Fiction
You Were Never Really Here?
Sometimes, early in the morning when the sun is just peeking over the horizon, I wonder if you were ever really here. Did I just imagine having a big brother, Peter, who was my world? Or are you like my imaginary friend, Peter Jack, who was never really here. Although since his name was Peter Jack, I tend to think I named him after you and Uncle Jack. Uncle Jack, who was always willing to get right down on the floor to play at my level. He was the best!
By Barbara Gode Wiles7 months ago in Fiction
A Forgotten Hero on the Titanic
Everyone knows the story of the Titanic sinking into the North Atlantic Ocean after hitting an iceberg on April 14, 1912 and the recounting of all the stories from that night are moving and speak of survival and tragic loss, but have you ever heard the long forgotten story of John Harper? Let me be the spokesperson for John Harper these many years later and hopefully, he won’t have died a death in vain in the frigid waters on that fateful night in the North Atlantic Ocean.
By Barbara Gode Wiles8 months ago in History
We Hang in the Balance
My life goes on even though Dennis is gone. I lost him to the worst flu epidemic in the history of the world. It began in November 2047 right after the bombs were dropped and had wiped out half the world population by the spring of 2049. Dennis got sick in August 2049 and I lost him 6 weeks later. Now it is March 2050 and I don’t know where to begin.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout a year ago in Futurism
Phya's Vision
Chapter 1 The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. The pixies were running and playing when the trolls yelled at them. “Come look,” they shouted. The pixies and trolls didn’t play together often as the trolls were much larger and played too rough.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout a year ago in Fiction
