Jamais Jochim
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I'm the guy who knows every last fact about Spider-man and if I don't I'll track it down. I love bad movies, enjoy table-top gaming, and probably would drive you crazy if you weren't ready for it.
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The Load-Bearing Witch
Miriam poured her tea. She was enjoying her time on the veranda, the slight chill of the air contrasting nicely with the heat of the tea. I put my soul into this house. It was so worth it. She sipped from the china cup, enjoying how the steam played in front of her, carrying the mint to her nose. She allowed herself a moment of pure bliss, slipping into a meditative state. I wonder how much longer the witch has to live?
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
Plotting For Beginners Part 1
[This is a two-part article; part two is here.] Okay. You have an idea. Now, write it down. Just the idea part! Don't worry about plot details, characters, whatever, except those that are important to your idea. Don't worry about length; that's not the concern. Just write as long or as short as you want. Come back when you're ready…
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Writers
Top Ten Tips to Being A Great Writer
Here are the most important tips you will get for becoming a better writer. Hopefully, they will help you. 10) Take acting classes. It may sound weird, but having the ability to role-play characters is a major advantage, and doing it by getting into the character’s mind is an even greater advantage. Acting classes are a great way to learn how to do it. About the only better way is to take up role-playing games as a hobby, but that can get expensive.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Writers
The Horse That Bore Bad News
Ciaohme plucked another daisy, smiling as she ran from daisy to daisy, plucking the flowers and putting them into her basket. Her mother watched, smiling at her daughter's industriousness. The young girl saw a pony, a beautiful roan, nibbling at the grass. She ran up to it and put her hand on it. The pony looked up at her; Caiohme saw the pony smile so she smiled back. The pony threw her head back; the girl found her hand was stuck to the pony. The pony galloped off. The girl screamed.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
A Hat of Silk and Lightning
The problem with building a snowman in the middle of a thaumaturgic circle is that rolling the bottom ball over the circle smears the circle. Thus, Edwin had to build the snowman and then redraw the circle. He wiped his brow and exhaled, but he had finally finished the major work. He checked the small electric generator, put it into the silk hat, and put it on the snowman. In front of the snowman he placed a chewed-on pencil, a crumpled T-shirt, a whistle, and three diamonds, He lit the candles surrounding the circle and started the ritual to summon the demon that would bring the snowman to life.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
They're Not Just Good For Doctors
Little Robby pulled the quilt up over his head. He heard the chains being drug over the wooden floors below. Even at twelve, he knew the stories. He heard the clip-clop of hooves on the stairs. Those stories didn't usually end well for the children involved, children who had not exactly been angels throughout the year.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
Hvis Lvset Tar Oss
The five of them ran through the park. They could hear the hunters behind them, coordinating their moves with radios. They knew the hunters were attempting to corral them, or at least keep them outside until dawn. The five had to find sanctuary before then or perish as sunlight covered the city in its glowing rays.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
Wendigone
The teenage boy watched the tall, gaunt creature rummage through the remains of the Happy Crab Chinese buffet. When it reached for yet another dead body, its head disappearing into the buffet, he ran for the woods. The creature pulled its head out at the sound of feet crunching on snow. It pulled out of the buffet and stood at its full height to look over the surrounding area, making it just taller than the buffet. It smiled as it began to move in the boy’s direction, beginning with loping, but it was soon running.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
The Afternoon Coffee Ritual
You're fine until the eyes glow red. [Generated]A golden form flew from the stately mansion. It stopped, said a few words in Latin, and gestured at the mansion; a fireball streaked from its fingertips and the mansion exploded. The golden form flew into a red Citroen and settled into the body sleeping there. Matteo woke up, yawned, and smiled. Another coven would no longer plague humanity. BUZZ He looked at his phone; a text was waiting for him, most likely another assignment from one of his fellow benandanti. He grasped the locket at his neck, the one containing a bit of the caul that covered his infant head; he uttered a simple prayer and then picked up the phone to look at the text. Santa Cruz was warm enough this time of year. He put the phone down and drove off.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
The Evil Warlord and His Chosen One
The fencing sword had been purchased for ten pieces of gold. Lord Jonathan Blackdawn plunged it into a tree stump. His eyes glowed red as power surged through him and he locked the stump and sword into a moment of time. Until he released the spell, the stump would not rot, the sword would not rust, and no one could pull the sword from the stump.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
