Judith Jascha
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Mom, sister, teacher, student, writer. I love to touch on all areas as I like to expose myself to new things. My goal is to use my experience to entertain and educate.
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The Quiet Night. Top Story - July 2025.
It had been a long day. Anna had had a long day of school, homework, babysitting her cousins, and chores. She was so tired as the sun set outside the house that she had grown up in. She loved watching the scene as the sky radiated with purple, pink, and orange. There was a quiet peace, this was her time.
By Judith Jascha9 months ago in Fiction
The End of Summer
There was a cool breeze outside. She stood outside reflecting on the last few months. This year had been a difficult one. The winter had been cold, but once the trees turned green, she had been sure that things would begin to look up. There were so many things she had wanted to do, she wanted to see the lake, the stars glistening over the water. Romance was going to be in the air as she spent time with the man that she loved so much.
By Judith Jascha9 months ago in Fiction
Dan the Scientific Dog
There was a brown labrador named Dan. He was your typical canine friend. He loved to run in his backyard, eat his dog bone treats, and play with his squeaky hot dog toy. Dan was a fun, friendly, well-behaved dog. John had adopted Dan about five years ago, when he was just a puppy. In a way, they had grown up together.
By Judith Jascha9 months ago in Fiction
Mississippi Dreams
Julianne had been singing in the church choir for a few years now. Times were quickly changing around the country; rock had been born and was thriving. In the south, rock music was still considered evil, the devil's music, as the older generation would call it. But Julianne believed that one could love modern music, while also holding true to their moral beliefs.
By Judith Jascha11 months ago in Chapters
Mississippi Dreams
It was 1958, in the small town of Greenwood, Mississippi. Julianne was 10 years old. She had lived with her grandparents since she was a baby, ever since her dad passed in a car accident. She didn't have many memories of him, most came from a picture she had of him holding her that she kept on her nightstand and a dress and matching hat he had bought her. She had long outgrown it, yet she refused to get rid of it, it had come from her dad.
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Chapters
Art, and the Talent Within. Top Story - January 2025.
When I was in seventh grade, my English teacher Mrs. Simmons had our Fridays very carefully planned. It was the day that we would have our spelling and vocabulary tests, which I was always horrible with. But that Monday, as we got our study guides with our words for the week, she would give us the chance to get bonus points on our test. Every week, she would pick an art piece for the week. If we learned the name and who the artist was, it was easy points. Once the test was over, she would play classical music and while we wrote in journals, she would pass around a huge can of candy, where I would always rummage through until I found my favorite, a sour lemonhead.
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Art
The Most Wonderful Time of Year
When I was a little girl, every year immediately following Thanksgiving dinner, my mind would automatically go to one thing, Christmas time. I would beg my grandparents to get down the Christmas tree and ornaments so we could decorate them that night. After a wait, my grandpa would pull down the ladder the attic and climb up. Each year I would ask to go up to help, but would always be told no, my grandma was always sure that I would fall down the ladder.
By Judith Jaschaabout a year ago in Families
