Joshua Campbell
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Writer, reader, game crafter, screen writer, comedian, playwright, aging hipster, and writer of fine horror.
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White Knight
It seemed like every year, Kyle looked forward to snow. Living in North Georgia, he usually found his front yard full of the stuff sometime after Thanksgiving. Kyle fondly remembered the year a blizzard blew in days before Halloween, and they had to Trick or Treat in the snow. Kyle's Batman costume quickly got upgraded with a puffy jacket and some ski boots with snowshoes as he became some obscure snow Batman that his mom had found on one of those little toy check sheets Kyle had pinned on his wall. Kyle loved the snow and would spend hours playing outside, making forts, and having snowball fights with his friends. He only really came in if his parents made him, and only then until he warmed up enough to go back out.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Christmas Eve Dinner
The black limousine pulled up outside his battered tenement building. Harold saw it from the dingy window, and as he turned to shamble towards the door, he coughed wetly into his elbow. His stomach lurched, and he felt that he would undoubtedly fill his pants. Harold was old, fifty-eight in March, and in his time, Harold had done many great deeds. He had served in the army during World War two in his youth, fighting for his country and earning great honor on the battlefield. That was the only way a Squiresdale boy escaped this rusty trap in those days, and Harold had returned with a purple heart and the respect of his neighbors and friends. He had shaken the hand of Wilbur Wilmington, the bloody king of Squiresdale in those days, as Wilbur told him how proud he was of his sacrifice. His rat-faced son had glowered from the row of folding chairs as the town clapped for the four men who had been drafted into the war and returned home. It had felt odd standing up there where he had stood with thirty men only five years before, and the ones who'd come back were less and more than they had been. That day, those four men, Harold included, had been the talk of the town, and the Wilmington's had tipped their heads to those heroes for that day.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Winter Lord
December is a time of cheer and goodwill for most of the world. People exchange gifts, sing songs, houses are decorated, big meals are eaten with friends and family. Molly didn't learn about any of this until after she left the village. She'd spent her first year away from home getting odd sidelong stares and hearing repressed mumbles as she asked about their preparations and inquired about their sacrifices. No one seemed to know about Him, which filled Molly with hope.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 9
December 19th- Skyrgámur The doors didn't stop slamming that day. Well, no, that isn't exactly true. As I lay in my bed, my own door braced with a chair, I would feel my tired eyes try to slip shut. My brain would beg for sleep, and my body would try to oblige, but the second my soft snores would begin, the door to the room would slam shut, and I would wake up. I repeated this process throughout the day, nearly sleeping only to be jerked violently awake again, and, coupled with my lack of sleep from the last few days, it started to take a toll.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 8
December 18th- Hurðaskellir Arnar came to see me the next day. Davin had left early that morning, and I had been asleep on the couch when he had knocked. The farmer looked embarrassed, and I figured that Olf had something to do with him showing up. He took one look at my stiff gate and my blotchy face and shook his head. He must have known they would come for me, and I couldn't help but feel that his insight might have helped me get the better of them.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 6
December 17th- Askasleikir I came out to a maelstrom of mess. As bad as it had been the morning before, it was ten times as bad now. As I came into the living room, I wasn’t sure there was one piece of furniture still upright. The tv had been pushed over, the cord cut and the screen cracked. The couch was overturned and my recliner had been sliced and pierced. The coffee table was so much kindling now, and they had ground mud and food into the carpet. Someone had taken coal from the coal box and scrawled messages onto the wall in a language I couldn’t read, and the table was gouged with runes and strange marks.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys pt 5
December 16- Pottaskefill As bad as things had been, they were only about to get worse. I returned early that first morning to find all my pans, even the new ones I'd bought yesterday, my leftovers, my spoons, and my ladles missing. Just gone! I looked around, but they were nowhere to be found. Not only that, but there's frozen lamb missing from my freezer, and the coffee creamer in the refrigerator has been drunk and left empty for me to find.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diary- Pt 2- December 13th- Giljagaur
What a night. I got some sleep after last night's excitement, but Davin apparently got up early to help Olf with some minor chores. I awoke at four to the sound of snowballs hitting my livingroom window and looked out to see Davin and Olf laughing as they roused me from sleep. Davin looked a little sorry when I came out, dressed in my heavy coat and snow pants, but Olf looked unrepentant as he grinned through his neat red beard.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
