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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Themes to Watch Out For: The Anti-Religious and Anti-Military
Something to really watch out for is taking on an anti-religious/anti-military theme. This isn't because of some need to avoid controversy or to avoid fanatics of either flavor. It's because you can't always pull this one off.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Writers
Choosing Your Genre From A Chinese Menu
The Chinese menu is arguably one of the best, if not one of the most confusing, ways to order food. The basic concept is that you have two or three columns of food, and you get to choose a number of items from each column based on the size meal you order. Interestingly, you can apply this concept to your stories in determining the genre of your story.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Writers
Brass Ring Chapter 2: When A Good Man Meets His Destiny
[Link to Chapter One] In the present, with ten minutes to go…. The old man went around the office making sure that things were in order. He was expecting company, the last guest he would ever have. he wanted things to be ready for when his relatives descended upon his house like vultures.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
Sacrifices for the Balance Chapter 1: She Almost Escaped
“So how did the girl escape?” Percival Abbot inspected the cord before him. It had been cut through rather messily; apparently, she had used a small blade to saw her way out. This was interested as as the perpetrator would have most likely ensured she was disarmed. He petted one of the two large wolves surrounding him. “Yeah, makes no sense.”
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
Demon With A Steel Hand
October 26, 1984 A sphere of chronal energy formed then dissipated, leaving behind a bent-over naked man. Bloody time travel and its constraints. He stood, dropping the clothes and other items he had brought with him. He dressed in his armor-plated clothing and then put on the holster and pistol, then finally threw on a trenchcoat, hiding the pistol. He then grabbed the monocle and fitted it over his right eye. He sighed, feeling much more comfortable. It sure would be nice to time travel fully dressed. Howard MNM walked off into the night.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Horror
Hearing the Scales of the Storm
The pirate ship Coronado needed a miracle and soon. A storm was beginning to brew, but it wasn’t the biggest problem: The ship following the pirate ship was. The HMS Swansea would normally be faster, but its rigging had been damaged in the fight with the Coronado and was slowing it down; the fight had been recent enough that some among the crew of both ships had ringing ears from the cannon fire; he grinned as he remembered the fire from the cannons. My ears are still ringing from the sound! However, the ship chasing was hardly limping and would soon catch the ship running, especially as repairs were being done in transit.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Horror
What Would You Do For a Gallon of Sweetened Tea?
A tanna tree has been destroyed and, for the sake of my continued existence, I must plant another as soon as possible. For one of my age, tanna leaves make the only tea worth drinking. They filter the mana of the world into a product that can provide the sole sustenance that succors me. Made into a tea, sweetened just a little, it can make for a delightful afternoon drink, more than suitable for drinking by the pool in the bright noonday sun. After a few hours of recharging both body and soul, I can better refresh my mind in pursuit of my studies.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Horror
My Big Fat Toga Party
It started with a knock. Kevin heard three raps on the door of the frat house and opened it. A corpse stood there waiting for him. Before he could respond, the corpse’s hand reached out for him. Tissue died where the hand touched Kevin, and the corruption spread quickly. In heartbeats, Kevin had lost his, replaced by cold, unfeeling flesh. He turned around and sought out doors within the house. The other corpse joined him. Within minutes the number of zombies had increased; as his frat brothers answered their doors, they were likewise taken and turned.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Horror
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 Jochim3 months ago in Horror
