Joshua Campbell
Bio
Writer, reader, game crafter, screen writer, comedian, playwright, aging hipster, and writer of fine horror.
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Just Beyond the Curtain
My husband, Thomas, is a writer of short horror and I'm very proud of him. He crafts these unique little stories about horrific situations and people really seem to like them. I won't name-drop here, but you may have read some of his work if you've been in the community for a while. He writes a lot and his stories have been read by a lot of different narrators, but recently things have changed.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Grandma Always Said that Grandpa Wasn't Right
I’ve been taking care of my grandma lately. She’s been doing pretty bad and she needs someone there to help her almost twenty-four-seven. She’s got some kind of bone disease, it's basically turning her bones into Swiss cheese, and I’ve had to carry her to the bathroom and room to room for the past two weeks. This might seem kind of tiresome to some people, but I’m glad to do it. My Grandma and I have always been close, she basically raised me since my mother was never at home. If I can give back to her now, I consider it fair.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Spider Mother. Content Warning.
It was a hike that we would never forget, though we wished we could. My girlfriend and I were hiking in a familiar spot, just like we had done a thousand times before. This hike was going to be different, though. We would hike three miles in and camp for the night, wake up at five am, hike up to Helens Overlook, about ten minutes from our camping spot, where we would watch the sunrise. While she watched, I would take a knee and pull out a ring I had bought weeks ago, asking her to marry me.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Doctor Winters Forgetfulness Clinic- In the Cow Shed
“Have a seat, Mr Costner. What brings you into the clinic today?” William Costner didn’t appear to be a man who was used to looking so unsure of himself. He was a burly man in his late forties, and Dr. Winter could see the scars on his hands from a life spent working. As he sat there in his plaid work shirt and wrangler jeans, she thought he looked a little like Burt Reynolds, though definitely less handsome and more plain faced. She had done her research, she knew that Mr. Costner owned a large ranch between Cashmere and Gainesville. She also knew that he supplied a lot of beef to the area, meaning his was not some small-scale operation. His bill had been paid with a check, and he hadn’t put down an insurance company, though she knew he had one. He had chosen to come to her instead of going to a therapist in his hometown. Mr. Costner was afraid that people would talk if they knew he had seen a “head shrinker” or whatever he called her in his head.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Appalachian Grandpa Tales- Faye Music
I was mowing the grass when it happened. It was approaching July and Grandpa's property was small but in constant need of a cut. The rains had been numerous in the last few months, the lightning cutting the sky with long forks that shook the mountains most nights, and Grandpa's grass would be ankle-deep by next Friday if this kept up. I didn't really mind mowing the half acre that held Grandpa's house, but the acre in the down below that he also owned was full of stones and roots that would make the endeavor treacherous.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Mr Danver
I hadn’t thought about it until last week, but it seems to have snowballed into something that’s gotten out of control. I was looking through some photos while helping my mother move when I saw him for the first time in fifteen years. Dad had passed away a few months ago, and mom was just starting to clean out some of his things. The picture had been taken at a birthday party, my ninth birthday party, and it showed my friends and I standing in front of the house and smiling as my mom took the picture. There were about nine of us, all wearing party hats with ice cream mustaches under our noses, but the happy faces of my friends and I weren’t what had caught my eye.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
