Tag: fantasy

Ghost Lights (A Halloween Story)

A spine-tingling tale for Halloween. Happy Halloween, everybody. This story © 2002 by Steven Campbell. I write this alone somewhere within the outer bowels of Myers Ridge. I hope I will survive to get this to the proper hands for publication. And as implausible and of unsound mind as it will seem, what I am

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Dream Angie

Short story by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved. I awoke from my nap and remembered I was on a plane home to San Diego. I glanced around the low-lit cabin of thirteen other passengers, most of them asleep and a few with their heads bowed over some reading material. Across the aisle, my mother snored

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Old Bones: Different Perspectives

A short story from my book Old Bones. * THE COFFEEHOUSE WINDOW Larry sat beside reminded him of sitting in his car at the carwash. Except, this wasn’t Get Wet Express. This was another rainy day in Ridgewood, at Mabel’s, on Monday, around eight-thirty in the morning, and he sat across his sister Elaine, her

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Old Bones: Behavior Unkind

Here is a strange story about a man who disrespects others, including his mother … perfect for Mothers Day. * SOMETHING STRANGE HAD happened to Myers Ridge after an earthquake shook the little town of Ridgewood three months ago. Vehicles began stalling on the ridge. Not all vehicles stalled, and sometimes a day went by

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Old Bones: Are We There Yet?

With all its blemishes, I wrote the strange and creepy “Are We There Yet?” in 1999 and published it at my old no-longer-in-service website. Since then, I have recycled parts of it for my Vree Erickson novel, Margga’s Curse. * ON A PARTICULAR August day, not far from Ridgewood, Pennsylvania, a black Grand Cherokee wound

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Green Crystal, chapter 17

2012 is winding down and the murdering entity of the green crystal that Vree Erickson found in a sinkhole in her backyard still possesses her. Determined to rid herself of the entity, she returns the crystal to the sinkhole. But when she magically passes through her mirror to her friend Dave Evans’s bedroom, she knows

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Hellhounds Unpublished, Chapter 4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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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The Ridgewood Story, 8

Myers Ridge, 1971, Second Visit: Myers Ridge was well-known for its caves, abandoned mines, precipitous hillside, and sightings of Norman Myers’s ghost. But long before that, the ridge received its official name in 1801 when Jonah Myers purchased the property from the state. Jonah Myers and his family were sheep and goat farmers during a

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The Ridgewood Story, 7

Parker: Parker Evans was 28 when twins Dave and Amy were born. He was born in Ridgewood and raised solely by his mother Peggy Evans after his father died. His hair and eyes were brown. He was 5’ 11” and thin. He free-lanced as an illustrator for periodicals, and his proudest accomplishment was doing the

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The Ridgewood Story, 6

Amy: After I graduated eighth grade, I spent the summer discovering the ups and downs of playing baseball. I shared this passion in a story where I meet Dave’s twin sister, Amy. Amy had blue eyes; brown hair worn long past her shoulders and sometimes in a ponytail; never grew taller than 5’ 5”; and

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The Ridgewood Story, 5

Dave: David Nicholas Evans and his best friend Lenny were in the same grade at Ridgewood High, home of the Fighting Eagles. Dave began as my doppelganger before I gave him his own personality. He had blue eyes, medium brown hair, which turned dark and curly by 1973, and had a passion for drawing and

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The Ridgewood Story, 4

Myers Ridge, 1970, First Visit: I developed Lenny’s character further and discovered after several visits that he didn’t care for “Len” as a nickname, although his dad called him it all the time. I also learned that several pretty Ridgewood girls found his full, dark brown hair and light brown eyes “dreamy looking” even though

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The Ridgewood Story, 3

The Official Ridgewood Map and Town History: Over the winter I drew several maps of my fictional place and gave it a history. After several tries of cutting and pasting from local road maps, I settled on an arrangement in 2005 that would become my official Ridgewood landscape/topography map. At my typewriter in 1970, I

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The Ridgewood Story, 2

The day I created Leonard Campbell Stevens, I played no sports. Fishing and listening to baseball games on my transistor radio were the only things close to being sports active for me. I fished to relax and have fun; so did Lenny, which is how we “met” in the first story I wrote. Lenny’s first,

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