Jamais Jochim
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I'm the guy who knows every last fact about Spider-man and if I don't I'll track it down. I love bad movies, enjoy table-top gaming, and probably would drive you crazy if you weren't ready for it.
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Life at a Crossroads
Ian kissed his wife's necklace and then looked both ways before entering the intersection with his briefcase. He saw no traffic coming down the dirt roads; it was unlikely considering the stars above and the treeline in the distance. He took out his chalk and drew the circle.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
Sparrow on a Plank Chapter 1: Starting in Chains
No. That’s what he should have said this morning. Instead, Hajime was chained to a cold wall in the dank dungeon of some second-rate castle with someone firing up the branding irons. And his pants are nowhere to be seen. He smirked to himself; some people would pay decent money for the privilege of being where he was now. The scrawny kid from the docks of an oriental port wouldn’t mind trading places with one of those well-fed lordlings right about now.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Chapters
Sparrow on a Plank Chapter 2: When The Sparrow Meets The Salamander
[For the last chapter, look here.] Hajime walked into the Spectacled Rhino, and headed straight for the table with Sal. This was not the usual dive bar he was used to meeting her; the tables here were clean and there were people actually waiting on the customers. He had problems cutting through the curry in the air, but it was a welcome change from the smoke and cheap booze he generally associated with Sal's usual watering hole.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Chapters
You Should Never Play With Your Food
Herrold let go of the rope with his left hand to grab at the window ledge. Once he was secure, he did the same with his right hand. He then swung up on the ledge. He landed supine on the massive ledge. He breathed in deeply. He then rose to sitting, twisting around.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
The Load-Bearing Witch
Miriam poured her tea. She was enjoying her time on the veranda, the slight chill of the air contrasting nicely with the heat of the tea. I put my soul into this house. It was so worth it. She sipped from the china cup, enjoying how the steam played in front of her, carrying the mint to her nose. She allowed herself a moment of pure bliss, slipping into a meditative state. I wonder how much longer the witch has to live?
By Jamais Jochim5 months ago in Horror
Plotting For Beginners Part 1
[This is a two-part article; part two is here.] Okay. You have an idea. Now, write it down. Just the idea part! Don't worry about plot details, characters, whatever, except those that are important to your idea. Don't worry about length; that's not the concern. Just write as long or as short as you want. Come back when you're ready…
By Jamais Jochim5 months ago in Writers
Top Ten Tips to Being A Great Writer
Here are the most important tips you will get for becoming a better writer. Hopefully, they will help you. 10) Take acting classes. It may sound weird, but having the ability to role-play characters is a major advantage, and doing it by getting into the character’s mind is an even greater advantage. Acting classes are a great way to learn how to do it. About the only better way is to take up role-playing games as a hobby, but that can get expensive.
By Jamais Jochim5 months ago in Writers
The Horse That Bore Bad News
Ciaohme plucked another daisy, smiling as she ran from daisy to daisy, plucking the flowers and putting them into her basket. Her mother watched, smiling at her daughter's industriousness. The young girl saw a pony, a beautiful roan, nibbling at the grass. She ran up to it and put her hand on it. The pony looked up at her; Caiohme saw the pony smile so she smiled back. The pony threw her head back; the girl found her hand was stuck to the pony. The pony galloped off. The girl screamed.
By Jamais Jochim5 months ago in Horror
A Hat of Silk and Lightning
The problem with building a snowman in the middle of a thaumaturgic circle is that rolling the bottom ball over the circle smears the circle. Thus, Edwin had to build the snowman and then redraw the circle. He wiped his brow and exhaled, but he had finally finished the major work. He checked the small electric generator, put it into the silk hat, and put it on the snowman. In front of the snowman he placed a chewed-on pencil, a crumpled T-shirt, a whistle, and three diamonds, He lit the candles surrounding the circle and started the ritual to summon the demon that would bring the snowman to life.
By Jamais Jochim5 months ago in Horror
They're Not Just Good For Doctors
Little Robby pulled the quilt up over his head. He heard the chains being drug over the wooden floors below. Even at twelve, he knew the stories. He heard the clip-clop of hooves on the stairs. Those stories didn't usually end well for the children involved, children who had not exactly been angels throughout the year.
By Jamais Jochim5 months ago in Horror
