Author: Steve Campbell

Free Book Friday

My eBook Night of the Hellhounds: A Ridgewood Novel is free at Amazon for the Kindle e-reader this Friday. You can download a copy directly by clicking on this link. Here is the official cover I created for the book, so look for this cover when getting it. The novel replaces a short story I

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Promo Week for Night of the Hellhounds

My fantasy novel Night of the Hellhounds is free this week, beginning tomorrow, Tuesday (the 18th) and ending Saturday (the 22nd) for its 5-day promotion at Amazon. Get it free for your Kindle by going to this Amazon.com page on those dates. Its price will return to $.99 after that. About the Novel This is

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Book Delay

The publication of my latest e-book Night of the Hellhounds has been delayed due to problems at Amazon. I apologize to my customers for any inconvenience, especially to those who may have received the old edition instead of the new one. I am working on fixing the problem and hope to have the new book

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Almost Ready for Publication

If you’re one of my faithful readers, you may be happy to know I’m closing in on publishing my latest e-book, Night of the Hellhounds, a novel loosely based on my short story with the same title. The due date is Saturday, November 15 at Amazon.com. Meanwhile, my beta readers sent their findings to me

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The Day I Helped Create an Artists Guild

In 1997, when I was 40 and had been busy teaching art, as well as creating and selling artwork for nearly 15 years, I happened to re-read an essay from my college days, “From Art Student to Fine Artist,” written by Jacob W. Getzels. In it he rightfully claims that every year thousands of young

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Drawings

I like to draw. Figure drawing, cartooning, doodling … you name it. Graphite pencils, pen and ink, inked brushes, wax color pencils, crayons, charcoal, chalk, pastels, various kinds of erasers, markers, styluses. Line drawing, shading, hatching, cross-hatching, broken hatching, stippling, entopic graphomania (you make a dot at the location of each imperfection in the drawing

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Hellhounds Unpublished, Chapter 4

A fun piece of writing that my friend Lola and I wrote many years ago for my Night of the Hell Hounds story I started in 1999. This cliffhanger never made it into the published short story. Ashley started to stand, uncertain of where to look first, when one of Jerry’s beefy hands clutched her

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Maintaining Creativity By Going Beyond Tradition

I wrote this one page article in 2001 and spent the morning today revising the syntax (proof that I’m a different writer now). I also added two books to my list of recommendations to get creative, be creative, and maintaining your creativity. If you know of any good books not on my list, please share.

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Another Story Revelation

Here is an unedited chapter of my novel, Night of the Hellhounds. Enjoy. Vree was glad the blueberry patch was behind the house and not far from the back door. Even though the day was sunny and birds sang merrily and flew across the kind of sky summers are famous for, she had read that

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Painting Alla Prima, Part 2 of 2

Many years ago, I taught wildlife and landscape painting classes. This is a lesson plan from those classes. Understanding and controlling values should be one of your first goals as a painter. When I began painting landscapes from life, I realized that the objects in my finished paintings lacked convincing form. When I understood how

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Painting Alla Prima, Part 1 of 2

Many years ago, I taught wildlife and landscape painting classes. This is a lesson plan from those classes. Alla prima is an Italian expression that translates into “at the first try.” The technique of alla prima is a wet-on-wet direct method of painting that completes the painting in a single session, without previous preparation or

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Vree’s Journal Entry 1

My name is Verawenda Erickson. My nickname Vree comes from my initials VRE. My name is a combination of Vera and Wenda. My mom named me after her paternal grandmother Vera Lybrook and Vera’s sister Wenda Walsh. My middle name Renee is my maternal grandmother’s middle name. I live with my mom and older brother

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A Possible Book Cover

Happy Fourth of July time of year to my American readers! I’m making a quick touchdown here before I zoom off again into my active imagination. If you follow me at Facebook (sorry Google+ fans—I have been absent there for a while), you know I spent a full day (right up to midnight) last week

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Looking Forward to Autumn

People who are in direct contact with me know that I am busy planning a special 2014 re-release of my e-novel, Night of the Hellhounds. “Night of the Hellhounds” began more than 30 years ago and has gone through various rewrites because the story continued to talk to me, especially when I was trying to

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An Exuberant Thank You

Although I try to limit using adjectives in my writing, I could not resist putting one in this post’s title. Thanks to everyone who took advantage of my FREE eBOOK giveaway. I hope I garnered some new readers, new fans, and new friends. If you do reviews, please go to my author’s page at Amazon.com

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Last Free Day for Ridgewood Sparks

Sorry about the commercial, friends; I will make it quick. Today is the last day to get your FREE copy of my e-book Ridgewood Sparks: A Collection of Really Short Stories at Amazon.com worldwide. Follow this link to get Ridgewood Sparks for your Kindle. Have a great Monday everybody.

New eBook Update

Days after I published my latest e-book Ridgewood Sparks: A Collection of Really Short Stories at Amazon.com on June 6, and then a day or two before the current “Get My Book Free” offer, I noticed errors and made minor changes to the book’s text. If you bought my book before the changes, I urge

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New eBook Giveaway Weekend

Once again, to all my readers, fans and followers, I’m offering another free e-book—this time to kick off Father’s Day Weekend. (If that isn’t a thing, it should be.) An e-book of 12 really short (and awesome) stories, Ridgewood Sparks is available at Amazon worldwide beginning Saturday, June 14 and running all day Sunday, June

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Free Kismet Weekend

To all my readers, fans and followers, a quick post to let you know that you can get a free e-book version of my novella, Kismet, at Amazon.com beginning tomorrow, June 7 and ending after Sunday, June 8. Though the standard U.S. dollar price is only $.99, I always like to offer something free to

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Free Kismet Story, Chapter 4

Kismet is a short story that went through many rewrites before I presented it as part of The Ridgewood Chronicles series several years ago. This version is basically the story at Amazon, told in 4 chapters before I decided to rewrite it, add more chapters, and change the ending. Enjoy. KISMET Copyright © Steven L

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Free Kismet Story, Chapter 3

Kismet is a short story that went through many rewrites before I presented it as part of The Ridgewood Chronicles series several years ago. This version is basically the story at Amazon, told in 4 chapters before I decided to rewrite it, add more chapters, and change the ending. Enjoy. KISMET Copyright © Steven L

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Free Kismet Story, Chapter 2

Kismet is a short story that went through many rewrites before I presented it as part of The Ridgewood Chronicles series several years ago. This version is basically the story at Amazon, told in 4 chapters before I decided to rewrite it, add more chapters, and change the ending. Enjoy. KISMET Copyright © Steven L

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Free Kismet Story, Chapter 1

Kismet is a short story that went through many rewrites before I presented it as part of The Ridgewood Chronicles series several years ago. This version is basically the story at Amazon, told in 4 chapters before I decided to rewrite it, add more chapters, and change the ending. Enjoy. KISMET Copyright © Steven L

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Ridgewood Revisited, Part 4

The Quest Around us in air, water, land and fire, there are realms that for the most part go unseen by many. These strange and fascinating worlds exist beyond the fabric of our periphery, dwelling within the wilds of every race and culture, and revealed by the greatest unknown, to them with minds utterly open.

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Ridgewood Revisited, Part 3

Revealing the Dragon The beautiful and single Lisa Franklin revealed to him that she was merely a Sunday painter. Still, he gushed uncontrollably about art and favorite artists. Somehow, he managed to impress her enough to exchange deliberations about society’s perception of artists in the twenty-first century. Spinning merry fancy inside his overactive mind, he

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Ridgewood Revisited, Part 2

Revealing the Dragon They had met in August at Ridgewood High School while he was preparing the art room for another year of teaching. She was the new English teacher and had been touring the maze-like building with an entourage from the welcoming committee when she walked into his room and sent him back to

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Ridgewood Revisited, Part 1

It has been a month since my last post, so I am breaking my silence to let you know that I’m returning to Ridgewood to look around and try to catch glimpses of things missed during my last visit, which I reported here in 2011 and 2012. There may be some retelling of past events,

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Free Book February 28—March 2

[Steve Campbell] may have discovered a way to turn the written word into something like a fine wine that gets better with age. Humor, darkness, adventure, friendship … I love it all! (Review by Bruce at Amazon.com.) Kindle readers, mark your calendars! My e-book The Green Crystal Stories will be free again for your Kindle at Amazon.com

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Another Free Short Story

Here is a short story I discovered on an old floppy disk dating back to 1990. A Buzzing of the Bees © 1990 by Steven L Campbell (Approximately 1,220 words) Some women have voices like angels. And Angela was the perfect name for the angel following him. Brian listened to the gentle cadence of her

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Always Busy

Anyone following my blog would assume that I’m rarely busy writing or making art, simply because of the lengthy gaps between my posts. But that’s far from the truth. I’m busy every day working on my stories and art, from creating new chapters and editing old material, to sketching in my sketchbooks or actually composing

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Free Book Sunday … Again

All day Sunday (1/12/2014), you can get my latest book, The Green Crystal Stories free for your Kindle. Just follow this web link: The Green Crystal Stories [Kindle Edition]. The book normally sells for $1.99, so make sure the price says FREE. The Green Crystal Stories is a collection of stories centering on my favorite

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Free Book Sunday

All day Sunday (12/8/2013), you can get my latest book, The Green Crystal Stories free for your Kindle. Just follow this web link: The Green Crystal Stories [Kindle Edition]. The book normally sells for $1.99, so make sure the price says FREE. The book is a compilation of the five previous books at Amazon, so

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Original Ending of Night of the Hellhounds

I recently found this on a backup floppy disk, lol. My friend Lola and I wrote this in 2001 for a story I started way back in 1974. Our ending went through many manifestations before we scrapped the project. Ashley stood, uncertain of where to look first, when one of Jerry’s beefy hands clutched her

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The Move

The beginning of an unfinished story by my friend Lola and me, rated PG for crude language. Lola and I co-authored stories online for several years. Part 1 of 2: Carl Carl Goodman coasted his 12-speed bicycle across the blacktop sidewalk through Hillwood Park until he came to the city’s oldest oak tree. He stopped

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The Provider

A short story penned by my friend Lola and me. We co-authored stories on the Internet. A creepy arson tale for Halloween! “He’s out there,” my mother said at the front window. “DID YOU HEAR ME?” She rushed from the front window and snatched her cell phone from the dining room table. Her hand trembled

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Fiona’s Nightmare

3 chapters from a story WIP that my friend Lola and I worked on jointly several years ago. We never finished it, but I have rescued my parts for a story featuring Vree Erickson. Enjoy, but I caution you that this contains strong language. Happy Halloween! ~ 1 ~ The rush of icy air filled

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The Nurse and the Magic Ointment

An odd tale penned by my friend Lola and me. Based on a story Lola read when she was a child, this is her version with my two cents thrown in. Once upon a time an unemployed nurse lived in a small village inside New York City, and though she had no family except a

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Waiting

A quirky short story penned by my friend Lola and me, November 1999. Lola and I co-authored a handful of stories on the Internet while we were members of an online writing group. Freshly shaved Robert Allen rose up swinging barbells at those fiercely mad occupants of the Union Gym down at Union Square next to

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Vanishing, Chapter 3

Author’s Note: Vanishing is an alternate version of Kismet, a story now available at Amazon. I tried to get the attention of book publishers with this and the two earlier chapters. I never had any takers, but I never gave up on the story. Heat had blanketed David when a bolt of lightning struck the

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Vanishing, Chapter 2

Author’s Note: Vanishing is an alternate version of Kismet, a story now available at Amazon. I tried to get the attention of book publishers with this and the previous chapter (along with a third chapter, which I will post in the next few days). I never had any takers, but I never gave up on

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Vanishing, Chapter 1

Author’s Note: Vanishing is an alternate version of Kismet, a story now available at Amazon. I tried to get the attention of book publishers with this chapter (along with two more chapters, which I will post in the next few days). I never had any takers, but I never gave up on the story. “Don’t

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Sinkholes

My fictional Myers Ridge has sinkholes. Oh my.   Since childhood, I have been fascinated with sinkholes, the idea of bottomless pits, and traveling in time. My stories touch on these fascinations, along with lightning strikes, the wonders of electricity, the mysteries of crystal rocks, and the uncharted powers of the human mind. My stories

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Trespassers, part 2

© 2006 by Steven L Campbell. Fred Shafer eyed an emerald-colored family-type van enter the near-empty K-mart parking lot in Ridgewood. As it parked a few spaces next to his Impala, he leered past the old car’s passenger seat and out an open window. A thirty-something woman bundled in white imitation fur slid from the

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Trespassers, part 1

You may read various versions of this story, but this is closest to the original content. Enjoy. © 2006 by Steven L Campbell. A Friday evening blood-red sun sank eye-to-eye with Myers Ridge and blistered the west side of the craggy peak to look like a plug of magma. But Myers Ridge and its Eagle

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A Deleted WIP Excerpt

I do not usually share deleted parts of published works, but I had a lot of fun today reading this again. Deleted from Night of the Hellhounds, © Steven L. Campbell. Lenny Stevens had seen Vree Erickson follow/chase after the green fog to a section of woods behind Mr. Evans’s barn. [WHY?] He entered the woods

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Hellhounds

My e-book Night of the Hellhounds (currently at Amazon) features dogs that are spirits, which friends referred to as hellhounds when they read my early manuscripts. But are they hellhounds? A hellhound is a supernatural and ominous dog found in folklore around the world. My first encounter with the creature was during high school, in

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With Blemishes, With Love

With Mother’s Day fast approaching, my thoughts are on my mother who is no longer with me, but whose spirit lives on in me. She was the one who introduced me to reading, writing and making art. And when I started writing stories in high school, she encouraged me to continue, even on those days

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Bottom of the Seventh

© 2000 by Steven L. Campbell. (Approximately 1,900 words.) Young Michael Stone surrendered the gaze of his deep blue eyes to one of wildness mixed with flight. The air around him had become thin and dry, as though an unseen storm had sucked the very oxygen from the pale blue sky over Ridgewood High School’s

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In the Meantime

I’ve been working on some projects, reading a lot, watching baseball games, and have fallen behind in my blog posts, for which I apologize. Anyway, for those of you who are following my blog, I am busy writing and making headway for another e-book from the weird town of Ridgewood, propelling Vree and her friends

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A Sinister Blast from the Past

© 2001 by Steven L Campbell. (Approximately 1,700 words.) Inside this cold and sterile environment, I am a prisoner of time, a prisoner of fate, a prisoner to the cruel circumstances that have left me unable to communicate to the people around me. They pass me and I go unnoticed by them. Without a name,

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The Thing In the Mirror

© 1999 by Steven L Campbell. (Approximately 1,500 words.) Inside a single yellow eye of a two-story brick house, fifteen-year-old Randy White sits at his bedroom desk and stares into a rectangular wall-type mirror propped in front of him. He draws a few lines to his portrait, trying to capture a convincing likeness of himself

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About Kismet

I took a break from teen literature for my latest book, which is retooling of a story I wrote many years ago. You can read various versions of Kismet here at my website, as well as buy the $.99 version at Amazon (follow this link). Like all my stories, I fiddled with Kismet for many

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Still Writing and Making Art

This is a short post to let you know that I have been busy and having fun writing and publishing my e-books. Follow this link to my new Amazon author page for more info about my books. I have also been busy creating the covers for my books and having a great time being in

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Second Kindle Book

Soon after I published Night of the Hellhounds (my first e-book, which features teenager Lenny Stevens and his friends) to Amazon’s Kindle, I received emails from some young customers wanting me to publish another story. I aimed for a February release and began working on a Vree Erickson story that had sat on the rewrite

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Milestones

As soon as I began writing a new post for next week, I was informed that this blog received 500 likes. To celebrate and let everyone know about this achievement, I did a Happy Dance a few minutes ago, and then wrote this post titled Milestones. Other milestones today are: I finished creating the cover for

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A Fine Reception

Last week, barely hours after I had Night of the Hellhounds published to Amazon’s Kindle, I received 3 or 4 emails from customers with inquiries about me publishing another story. I am now updating another story and plan making it available in February. Meanwhile, I am working on adding more to my Ridgewood stories here. That

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My First Kindle Publication

I hope everyone had a safe and happy beginning to your new year. Pardon me for being away from WordPress for so long. I spent the past month learning about publishing on Amazon and had to give it a go. Ever since my wife got her Kindle, I have been interested in publishing some of

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The Ridgewood Story, 26

The first childhood characters to crawl from my mind were Morty Twitchel (whose only appearance was brief and at the beginning of my Ridgewood tales) and Ademia Savakis. Now grown up, Mort meets Ademia, an unidentified woman in the story who now possesses magical power, from which he discovers there’s a devilish price to pay

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The Ridgewood Story, 25

Ridgewood, 1999: After my navy discharge I married and settled down to raise a family. Factories were leaving the country and jobs offering good wages were hard to find. I enrolled at college in 1986 and majored in art for four years. Along the way I wrote a few short stories for English classes; none

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The Ridgewood Story, 24

Starting Over, 1973-1975: The days of Creative Writing classes were over. Worse, I had lost my two best friends—the real-life models of my Lenny character. One had dropped out of school during our tenth grade year after a long illness; the other had turned to drugs, axing our friendship and banding together with a handful

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The Ridgewood Story, 23

The Pink Fairy. Five. Inside the hole, the air changed to a miserable chill that slid around me like a thousand icy knives moments before they stabbed into my body. Dim green light from crystals along the walls revealed a boxy chamber no bigger than my bedroom. Dave’s fall had been short, but far enough

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The Ridgewood Story, 22

The Pink Fairy. Four. Lisa caught up to where Dave stood and she saw that the house was gone. “How?” She looked at the empty lot that was now a large hole where the cellar had been. “I don’t know,” Dave said. He sounded stunned. “I—I really don’t know.” Lisa bit her bottom lip. After

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A Super Sweet Blogging Award

A while ago, I was nominated for the Super-Sweet Blogging Award by Sumithra Sriram. The rules are:   Show-off the award on your blog.   Thank the super-sweet blogger who nominated you.   Answer five super-sweet questions about yourself.   Nominate your favorite super-sweet bloggers. Showing off my award: The super-sweet questions and my answers:

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The Ridgewood Story, 21

The Pink Fairy. Three. “Maybe it’s your brother,” Dave said. The person who entered the hall was not Matthew Kendall, but he was another teenage boy. He was short and stocky, and with black hair cut close to his head. He had on a gray-blue T-shirt, black jeans and black and white tennis shoes. He

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Tell Us, Show Us, When and Where

Telling is narrative summary—no specific setting, characters, or dialogue—written by you, the author, because you know the story and its scenes and characters, so you end up telling us your story by communicating facts. • The bad guys shot out the tires on the good guys’ SUV. • Clarion was a mean warrior. • Anna

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The Ridgewood Story, 20

The Pink Fairy. Two. Inside the woods, the air cooled even more. Lisa pulled the damp towel around her. The path they were on was well trodden and it went past dense undergrowth and bushes and wound around curves made by hillocks and tangles of vines and thorny horse brier growths that sometimes seemed to

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The Ridgewood Story, 19

The Pink Fairy. One. Matthew Kendall fell to his oars to control the rocking boat. His sister had jumped overboard and was swimming to shore. Once the rocking stopped, he rowed to shore. Lisa was talking to a boy who appeared no older than them, though Lisa was fifteen months younger than Matthew’s sixteen years.

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The Ridgewood Story, 18

Margaret “Peggy” Louise (Garrett) Evans: Peggy Evans was 50 when Dave and Amy were born in 1957. She had deep blue eyes, red hair becoming gray, and was 5’ 4” when I met her. She had a lean physique and a pale complexion, and she was often smartly dressed in colorful dresses. Peggy was born

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The Ridgewood Story, 17

Changes, 1972–1973: The leap into the light took me home, back to my desk and typewriter inside my bedroom. I returned to the sinkhole right away, but the light was gone. I quit going on lengthy visits to Ridgewood after the police began investigating. To my knowledge, no one told the investigators how Vree had

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The Ridgewood Story, 16

Changing the Future. Four. Suppose lightning struck a place seventy years ago. And let’s say lightning struck the same place today. Would that create a time tunnel? “Believe in things much greater and far more mysterious than we can explain,” Nancy Pennwater Stephenson told me after she came from the house with Dave and Lenny

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The Ridgewood Story, 15

Changing the Future. Three. The next day, Dave’s two-person tent was up behind his dad’s place on Myers Ridge. He and Lenny were inside the house. Vree and I sat inside his tent where I shivered from the unseasonal fifty-degree weather despite a rich July sunshine that hurt my eyes as it glared off Mr.

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The Ridgewood Story, 14

Changing the Future. Two. I hoped the crowd didn’t notice I looked more nervous than usual when I took the stage and played the rhythm guitar intro to ARC’s first number, a cue to the band to take the stage. Vree was last from the storage room behind the stage as she followed Dave and

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The Ridgewood Story, 13

Myers Ridge, 1972, Fourth Visit: ARC was scheduled to play a Fourth of July gig at The Roundhouse, the old roller rink now owned by Vree’s parents. On paper, I played better harmonica and rhythm guitar than in real life, so I wrote myself as a visiting member of the band. Vree liked to sit

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The Ridgewood Story, 12

A Quick Look at High School: My Ridgewood visits lessened when ninth grade English class made demands on me beyond writing stories. When I found a few minutes at home, I wrote some very short stories about Lenny and Dave … and Vree. She became my imaginary confidant on paper, as well as my girlfriend.

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The Ridgewood Story, 11

Myers Ridge, 1971, Third Visit: Vree Erickson, the pretty girl who lived atop Myers Ridge, became my favorite fictional person to write about during the 1971-1972 school year. It was also when my stories took a turn for the unexplained. After our first meeting at Parker’s place, I saw her again one early November Saturday

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Allow Mistakes

The three paintings shown below are from 1986 when I wanted to show a deer running through a winter landscape. They are painting sketches filled with mistakes I made while learning about deer and the art of painting. Each painting sketch gets better, but they all contain obvious errors that detract from each picture. Fortunately,

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The Naming of the Days

(From The Coven Avalon.) The Greeks named the days week after the sun, the moon and the five known planets, which were in turn named after the Gods Ares, Hermes, Zeus, Aphrodite, and Cronus. The Greeks called the days of the week the Theon hemerai “days of the Gods”. The Romans substituted their equivalent gods

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Crowd Control: Putting Up Fences to Keep Out Nature

I have noticed an alarming increase of wild animals in my neighborhood. I say alarming because I had a bear peer at me through my ground floor bedroom window a few mornings ago. Even deer, coyote and fox run through my yard, which is uncommon in the small city I live in, where squirrels and

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A Brief Pause in an Apple Orchard

In small acreage on a hilly clearing, Sunny morning shines golden on chalky-pink blossoms; I pause and prolong my hike to watch sunbeams lick away dewdrops Soaking in shaded greenery of an apple orchard. Craggy, crabby branches nod jaggedly at a breeze dashing across the way; Wasps complain from gray papery hives swaying above me;

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The Ridgewood Story, 10

Michelle: Michelle Evans was 25 when Dave and Amy were born. She was born and raised in nearby New Cambridge and moved to Ridgewood when she married Parker Evans. She dyed her auburn hair blonde (worn short), had blue eyes, was 5’ 6”, and had a fit and trim athletic physique, left from her days

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The Ridgewood Story, 9

Life at Alice Lake: Since Dave and Amy’s folks were separated, their mother chose to keep their childhood house at Alice Lake. The lake community was as large as the town north of it and once held the stature of being its own municipality, complete with a town hall and post office. Alice Lake became

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Conroy’s Corner

Conroy’s Corner, a Comic Strip: I was 29 when I began majoring in art at college, and I was eleven years older than my classmates. The college’s administration labeled me an adult student because … well, because my 18-year-old nonequivalent classmates’ physical growth hadn’t stopped and they were intellectually shy—very shy—attaining maturity needed to be

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Injecting Humor Into Political Correctness

From a friend: Due to the intense climate of us all speaking politically correct, Kentuckians, Tennesseans and West Virginians will no longer be referred to as HILLBILLIES. We must now refer to them as APPALACHIAN-AMERICANS. Furthermore, a woman is not a BABE or a CHICK … she’s a BREASTED AMERICAN. She’s not EASY … she’s

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Oppressors and Villains

I just finished reading a how-to-write-like-me book recommended by a friend who, like me, wishes to become a published writer. The wonder-tips I gleaned from the essay made me consider that I may need to increase the meanness of my antagonists to a 90 score or higher on the Downright Meanness Scale. We all know

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The Life of Fictional Characters

I see in today’s print market for fiction that story characters react more to frustration than any other emotion. Frustration is not getting what we want. And frustration is the carriage that drives all of us along the road of life. How we handle it determines what kind of person we are. Writers who deal

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Where Did You Go?

While blogging, I have met many people led by the love of writing. Most of those blogs and their bloggers are still around; others have quietly disappeared, vanished with barely a warning. One of my favorite blogs, LolaCandi, vanished last year. Written by Lola Gentry-Dey and Candi Sweet, two intelligent writers who are also cousins, their blogs had

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