Tag: wip

Nightmare, part 3 of 3

The last part of this 3-part story is a WIP that my friend Lola and I worked on jointly several years ago. We never finished it. I decided to post it to coincide with the month that will lead us to Halloween. Reader Advisory: The story may contain strong language. ~ 3 ~ I couldn’t

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Nightmare, part 2 of 3

The second part of this 3-part story is a WIP that my friend Lola and I worked on jointly several years ago. We never finished it. I decided to post it to coincide with the month that will lead us to Halloween. Reader Advisory: The story may contain strong language. ~ 2 ~ I knew

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Nightmare, part 1 of 3

October is one of my favorite months of the year. Spooky stories percolate in my mind and sometimes make their way to paper, or to the Internet and my blog. The following 3-part story is a WIP that my friend Lola and I worked on jointly several years ago. We never finished it. I decided

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Recap and What’s Ahead

2018 is a year of do-overs for my Ridgewood characters and their stories. Forget everything about them. Forget all of it. This is the year that began with a blank slate—a book of blank paper where anything is possible. Like many writers, there are times when I dread starting the blank paper because, well, if

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New Ridgewood, 2

Wherever Vree was, she could not see much, just gray darkness similar to the warm and safe kind beneath her blankets when she and Zoey used them for tents in her bedroom. But she was not beneath her blankets. The grayness was infinite here, wherever here was, and she floated and rolled and swam in

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New Ridgewood, 1

Ridgewood continues to change. The same goes for her characters. After all, real-life 2017 is a bizarre, stranger time than 1970 when I began creating the place and her residents. And no matter how fictional they are, they need an essence of reality to make them current and believable. I have told Vree Erickson’s story

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Margga’s Curse, revised: Chapter 1

Intro I know, most of you would rather see my artwork and photography than read my writing. But for the handful of followers who enjoy my writing segments, here’s the continuation of my attempt to rewrite Night of the Hellhounds, or accurately, Margga’s Curse. After I published Night of the Hellhounds with its new title

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Redoing “Night of the Hellhounds” (Part 3)

Chapter 3: Vree’s Comeback Not long after I published Night of the Hellhounds, 2.0 and the alternate ending version Night of the Hellhounds, 2.1, I found the original draft in a box of high school papers and notebooks. I knew I wanted to bring Vree Erickson back, so I took to the keyboard and composed

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Redoing “Night of the Hellhounds” (Part 2)

Chapter 2: Rewrites, Rewrites, Rewrites Sometime while I was in high school, I decided to rewrite “Ghost Dogs.” Night of the Hellhounds, 2.0 It’s basically the same story: some teenagers are on Myers Ridge and they meet malevolent ghost dogs that put someone’s life in danger. During the first rewrite, I took myself out as

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Redoing “Night of the Hellhounds” (Part 1)

Chapter 1: The Beginning Those of you who have read my blog since its start in 2011 know I wrote a short story called “The Ghost Dogs” when I was 13 years old and an eighth-grader at my small town high school in northwest Pennsylvania. Until then, I was an avid reader who occasionally wrote

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Green Crystal, chapter 19

In this last chapter, it’s now June 29, 2013 and Lenny Stevens is on his parent’s front porch, trying to become a better artist by painting Sara Taylor’s portrait; she reminds him of Vree Erickson, though she is seven years younger. Lenny pines to have Vree back; the hope that she could return by magic

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Green Crystal, chapter 18

When Vree Erickson magically passes through her mirror to her friend Dave Evans’s bedroom, she knows the entity is still alive inside her and wants Dave dead. There, she stands up to Angelina, the entity from the crystal powerful enough to destroy her and everyone she holds dear in life. Cracks In Time We choreograph

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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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Green Crystal, chapter 16

Kismet “The past is but the beginning of a beginning.” —H.G. Wells Chapter 5: December 25, 2006 The patter of bare feet on wood floor brought Addison from her slumber. Seconds later, a child’s voice whispered in an ear, “Merry Christmas, Mommy.” She reached out from the blankets and pulled the girl in bed with

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Green Crystal, chapter 15

Kismet “The past is but the beginning of a beginning.” —H.G. Wells Chapter 4: April 15, 1988 He was on his back. For a moment, Daniel thought he was floating. Then his head cleared and he saw that he was beneath some pines, on a dry mattress of grass and pine needles, sprawled on his

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Green Crystal, chapter 14

Kismet “The past is but the beginning of a beginning.” —H.G. Wells Chapter 3: April 26, 2003 “Ugh. I think I swallowed a spider.” Daniel pulled a small, brown leaf from his mouth and pushed the hanging branches away from his face. Drops of water sprinkled down on him and he shivered. “Wait up a

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Green Crystal, chapter 13

Kismet “The past is but the beginning of a beginning.” —H.G. Wells Chapter 2: December 25, 2000 Part 2 of 2 Addison’s bedroom was now a sewing room with a reading sofa in front of the far window. Daniel helped Addison there and laid her down. Then he unfolded an afghan draped over the back.

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Green Crystal, chapter 12

Kismet “The past is but the beginning of a beginning.” —H.G. Wells Chapter 2: December 25, 2000 Part 1 of 2 Addison stood at the far end of her mother’s Victorian-styled dining room and rubbed her eyes. They watered from the ever-present scent of potpourri. She glanced around at the blushing wall coverings with floral

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Green Crystal, chapter 11

Kismet “The past is but the beginning of a beginning.” —H.G. Wells Chapter 1: December 24, 2000 Part 2 of 2 “I think you should do it,” Daniel said when he climbed in bed and sat next to her. “But I’m a director of nursing, not a bookstore owner. Besides, her store makes very little

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Green Crystal, chapter 10

Kismet “The past is but the beginning of a beginning.” —H.G. Wells Chapter 1: December 24, 2000 Part 1 of 2 Addison Taylor played again the message her husband had left on their answering machine. He would not be home until after midnight. Although the college at nearby New Cambridge was on Christmas hiatus between

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Green Crystal, chapter 9

What can I say about “Kismet” that hasn’t been said? You can read all about the story’s different incarnations in earlier blog posts. Here, the story takes place in the past as far back as 1981 and as recent as 2006. A diary from the past warns Addison Taylor about her future. However, it is

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Green Crystal, chapter 8

So far in The Green Crystal Stories, teenagers Vree Erickson and Lenny Stevens have battled hellhounds, Vree found a magic crystal that took possession of her body and killed two men, and yesterday she and Lenny parted after the magic in her put a boy and girl inside a computer game. In this chapter of

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Green Crystal, chapter 7

In this chapter of Book 3 in The Green Crystal Stories, Lenny Stevens is the POV character. He likes Vree and she likes him. She emerges enough from her possession to speak to him, but she is still a distant character. I said yesterday that “III” is a possession story and poses to Vree the

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Green Crystal, chapter 6

In this opening chapter of “III” (the third short story in my 2014 book, The Green Crystal Stories), a month has passed since Vree Erickson rescued her mother from a kidnapper rapist. Here, I changed the POV (point of view) character to a self-centered mechanic. This places Vree’s thoughts, feelings and immediacy offstage temporarily. Now

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Green Crystal, chapter 5

In this chapter of Book 2, “Trespassing”, the green crystal uses its mysterious magical powers to aid teenager Vree Erickson to save her mother from a kidnapper rapist and strengthen its control of her. This is a possession story, though the reader doesn’t know that … not yet. The crystal does a good thing by

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Green Crystal, chapter 4

When teenager Vree Erickson falls in a sinkhole caused by an earthquake on Myers Ridge, she finds a green crystal and unleashes its mysterious magical powers. She uses its power to escape the hole, whereupon the crystal possesses her and shows her a crime in process: a stranger in town is kidnapping her mother. Vree

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Green Crystal, chapter 3

I’m continuing to add the stories that appeared in my 2014 book, The Green Crystal Stories, in chapter-by-chapter installments. Today’s chapter is the final one from the 2013 short story, “Night of the Hellhounds.” This was the first book of five in The Green Crystal Stories and had nothing to do with the title, which

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Green Crystal, chapter 2

As I said in my last blog post, while I rewrite the stories that appeared in my 2014 book, The Green Crystal Stories, I am offering the original stories here in chapter-by-chapter installments. Today’s chapter is from the 2013 short story, “Night of the Hellhounds.” This is different from the novel with the same name

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Green Crystal, chapter 1

I am rewriting the stories that appeared in my 2014 book, The Green Crystal Stories, and published at Amazon for a short while before I shelved it. Why did I shelve it after I spent months designing the cover and editing the writing to what I considered a polish? Because it wasn’t done. By the

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Save-Some-Cash, 4

WELCOME TO $AVE-$OME-CA$H (A WORK OF FICTION IN PROGRESS). Written 2003, published at Facebook, November 29, 2010 as Welcome to Waldo’s World, rewritten 2011. CHAPTER 4 I called Jessi Southwood the next morning. It took some serious recall to get her number right, but when I did, we set up a practice session for Monday

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Save-Some-Cash, 3

WELCOME TO $AVE-$OME-CA$H (A WORK OF FICTION IN PROGRESS). Written 2003, published at Facebook, November 24, 2010 as Welcome to Waldo’s World, rewritten 2011. CHAPTER 3 During my employment at $ave-$ome-Ca$h, I learned that old vendee vamps are the ones to be wary of because they tend to complain the longest and loudest and refuse

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Save-Some-Cash, 2

WELCOME TO $AVE-$OME-CA$H (A WORK OF FICTION IN PROGRESS). Written 2003, published at Facebook, November 21, 2010 as Welcome to Waldo’s World, rewritten 2011. CHAPTER 2 There’s an odd phenomenon in retail called Black Friday. Just the name sends shivers down the otherwise unshakable veterans of commerce while putting large, blinking dollar signs across their

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Save-Some-Cash, 1

WELCOME TO $AVE-$OME-CA$H (A WORK OF FICTION IN PROGRESS). Written 2003, published at Facebook, November 20, 2010 as Welcome to Waldo’s World, rewritten 2011. CHAPTER 1 Every school kid studying Business History at New Cambridge High knows the story of Otto Van Douchebaum, of how in the 1940s, he started the first Van Douchebaum Emporium

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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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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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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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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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