Jennifer L Osborne
Bio
Hello! Like so many of you, I love to write. In 2018, I self-published "Sebastian's Due". In 2022, I published the sequel, "Room for Sebastian". Can't wait to read the content on Vocal!
www.jenniferlosborne.com
Stories (12/0)
The House that Loved Me
When I heard the fantastic and historic Lovewell mansion went up for sale, I gave Barry a sharp elbow in the side, a gleam in my eye. I showed him the listing on my phone, an image of the perfect stucco and stone Tudor mansion. I giggled to myself. "Help me achieve my dreams!" I said, snuggling into his neck. He laughed. "Yes, I am a vehicle for all your wants and desires, aren't I?" But he too wanted to get a closer look at the property, all 5,500 square feet of it. He flipped through the images of it on his phone. "This is stunning," He said softly. "I mean, wow. Of course, when you live in an apartment, every home is impressive, but not close to this level."
By Jennifer L Osborne6 months ago in Fiction
The Gift of Our Aging Rock Stars. Top Story - November 2023.
Back in 1990 at OSU, I asked my roommate Beth if it would be okay to put a Depeche Mode poster up in our college dorm room. It was from the Violator tour, and had all four men crowded in: Martin Gore's blonde trademark curls, David's sexy pout. All had sunglasses on if I recall correctly. As it turned out, the poster was oversized and was more like wallpaper. One could look up at Taylor Tower from the side street and know that it was Depeche Mode. I told her I was sorry, but did she have a smaller Queensryche poster to hang up?
By Jennifer L Osborne8 months ago in Beat
Tell Me What You Need to Tell Me
"The gelato! Oh, thank you, baby!" I hold my hands out to graciously receive the small, white paper cup filled with the world's best ingredients. Nothing quite compares to Anatelli's Chocolate French Mint Whip. The fact that I get it a few times a year makes it all the more special. My careful, regimented diet now slides away, carried off mid-day by the ocean breeze.
By Jennifer L Osborneabout a year ago in Fiction
The Return of Agnes
"If walls could talk, I would have to leave the room," Mrs. Abudithia giggles to herself. "For I would be embarrassed by the stories they could tell." She says this to all the prospective tenants looking for an apartment at 7171 Avondale Ave. Funny how the future tenant is never curious enough to ask why, she usually asks dull questions about the water bill, the extra charge for parking, and the closest Starbucks.
By Jennifer L Osborneabout a year ago in Fiction
Elsa Peretti
Elsa Peretti... Tiffany's designer passed into the next life on 3/18/2021. I don't claim to know everything there is about her, but on the outside, it appears that she must have had a beautiful life. Sketch pads, organic fragments, memories of modeling for Halson, and a home near Barcelona? Oh, and a career of blue boxes. What an existence! Of course, we only know what we see...but what we see is pretty amazing.
By Jennifer L Osborne3 years ago in Styled
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