Michelle Campbell
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I’m a SAHM who grew up on classic monster movies and the history channel. Now I write mainly sci-fi and horror short stories that show the classic beauty of both genres, think twilight zone, hopefully without any overdone storylines.
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Dear Self, Please Read
Tip #3 If you find yourself running through an early-succession forest, only open your eyes part way. The reason for this, though it may be seen to be a distinct disadvantage as you move full tilt with your eyes squinted, is actually to bring you more success.
By Michelle Campbell3 years ago in Fiction
Bound for Glory. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
I felt movement. A slight lurching. My body tensed, like when you feel the first drop of rain and break out in goosebumps. Then, there was a quickening choomp… choomp… choomp. I felt my muscles reviving, stirring. A sharp hiss. My eyelids fluttered open. I had been dreaming about what must have been a vacation. I had been at the beach, the sun’s rays warming my body as the rough sand stuck to me. I had to squint because of the brightness, but I didn’t mind. The waves undulated closer and then farther away, beckoning.
By Michelle Campbell3 years ago in Fiction
Closed for Business
The Cabin in the Woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was just bright enough to illuminate the four-paned glass, a decade of dust and filth sticking to the window. It was just bright enough to catch Mr. Canahan’s peripheral, walking his Bichon Frisé, returning from his nightly ritual of frequenting the gas station to buy booze. It was just bright enough to eventually prompt Mrs. Whipple to do something about it, and at 2:07am, flashing blue lights pulsed down the otherwise deserted street.
By Michelle Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
Booked for the Weekend
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jane wasn’t sure why she had lit it. It seemed a bit silly, standing in her nightgown, goosebumps speckling her body underneath, nose pressed to the window in front of her. She couldn’t see. Even if the glow of the flame hadn’t been sending shadows all around her, the light fog that had drifted in over the pond was starting to form little droplets on the glass panes.
By Michelle Campbell4 years ago in Horror
Back to Glenn
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley… long ago—” “What a load of rubbish,” James whispered. He was sitting in the back of the crowd, his arms folded across his chest as the storyteller proceeded, the beginnings of a sunburn starting to peak across his freckly skin.
By Michelle Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
Cries of the Phoenix
A piercing wail broke the silent night. Men in large heavy coveralls ran to their trucks and orange and yellow lights were soon seen flashing on both the north and south side of the building. The men jumped from the vehicles, secured the tens of feet of hose to the hydrants nearby, and turned to face the dragon in front of them.
By Michelle Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
