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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The Yule Lads Diarys- Pt 1- December 12th- Stekkjarstaur
That night was the first night, and the first time I'd ever even seen one of them. My brother and I were out in the sheep shed, warm amongst the flock. Sheep are pretty important out here, and at Frjósöm Skref, they make up most of their livelihood. The farm has cows, two of them, and we were making strides with what Olf called "Hot House Growing", but the sheepfold was still their biggest priority. Iceland doesn't really have any predators, but sheep are not the smartest creatures. My presence here was to make sure that one of them didn't wander off in the middle of the night and freeze to death out in the cold. Sheep seemed to be continually looking for a way to accomplish this; a hole in the wall or a separation between the dirt floor and wall to scoot under. That's why they needed to be watched.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Yule Lads Diarys- Prologue
To say that this has been a trying few weeks would be an understatement. I've seen some things I can't explain, I've seen my home invaded by things I never really believed in. I've played host to forces outside my control, and I paid the price. It has brought us closer, my brother and I, and closed a gap that I didn’t even know existed. Even so, I’m not sure what sort of psychological damage it may have done to him in the process.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
56 West Tree
Jeff had been a police officer for the small town of Briare for six years. The town had a population of about seven thousand and positioned as they were in the North Georgia hills, they didn't get a lot of tourist traffic like some towns in the area. Blaire got its share of Leaf Lookers, people in vans or SUVs who come up to see the leaves change and clog up traffic for a few months, but they were usually gone by mid-November or early December. They blew away with the leaves, and Blaire was left as sleepy and quiet as usual. The town had a Walmart, as all towns do, six restaurants, two chain restaurants and four local spots, a hardware store, two gas stations, two red lights, and a small main street area sporting a dozen little shops. Briare had a combination k through twelve school, and the Briar Thorns hadn't gone past the local division since Clay Jackson took them to state in the late nineties. It was a small town that rarely needed the four deputies who assisted Sheriff Whitacker in the day-to-day protection of the town.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
A Touching Gift
Glen had always been a bit of a ladies' man. Ever since his first girlfriend, he'd been a firm believer in the "love um and leave um" school of thought. In high school, it caused some trouble. Glen was the handsome football player who went through women like water, and it seemed he was always in the middle of some drama. In a way, Glen guessed he fed off it, loving the attention he got from being at the center of such controversy. As he got older, Glen found similar conquests out in the real world. The car lot he worked at held a bevy of pretty clients, pretty secretaries, and lovely bosses who became far less authoritarian once the bedroom door was shut.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Journal of a Mad Writer
Travis pulled up in front of the old cabin, ready to prepare everything for the coming weekend. It would be nice to have the rental property again. It had been closed for the last eight months as the police combed over every square foot for evidence. Travis grimaced as he thought of it, cursing his luck at being out all that cash. He'd had a funny feeling about that writer type, but he'd needed the money. It had been a slow season, and he needed to make it up before the snows came. Who could have known that the snow would come so early that year?
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
An Unexpected Gift
Chris saw the drone flying away from his apartment and raised an eyebrow. He hadn't ordered anything, certainly nothing that a drone would deliver, and he came up the stairs two at a time before his crackhead neighbors came out to steal it. Calling them crackheads might have seemed a little disparaging, but Chris had actually come home and found them smoking crack on the front porch, so he thought it more than fair. The Palm Breeze weekly rentals were far from posh, but they were the best he could afford. Chris had a dead-end job that barely paid him minimum wage and hardly worked him part-time these days. He was behind on his rent, looking at ramen noodles for dinner again, and, if he was lucky, he might get halfway through tonight's football game before they shut his cable off.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
