Monthly Archives: April 2014

The Glow-worm Caves of Waitomo

In New Zealand there is an underground river that draws tourists in, not for the river itself, and certainly not to eat their souls. Though I’m sure the river enjoys chomping on the occasional human sacrifice. Probably. Maybe. Okay, probably not, but it makes for a good story.

Anyway, the draw here is not the underground river, or the network of caves that river travels through. Both are impressive, but this place has something even more awe inspiring. They aren’t called the glow-worm caves for nothing. The image below shows the “glow-worms” that illuminate the cavern ceiling.

Image credit: whereonearth.net

Glow-worms is in quotes above because the “glow-worms” that give this cave its name are anything but. The truth is pretty messed up. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

The “glow-worms” are actually fly larvae and the glow is caused by excretory organs. They produce a thread that catches flies and other insect for these little cannibals to feast on. And in what may be the most disturbing twist: the hungrier these little beasties are, the brighter the glow.

That being the case, if you ever visit you may want to pray for a dim glow lest you be eaten by the locals.


The House at the End of Sycamore Street

100_2056The house at the end of Sycamore Street was always a favorite spot of mine when I lived in Stubenville. The place was huge. We called it a mansion, but it wasn’t. It was just a big house.

Sycamore dead ended at the house.

Despite the creepy vibe the house gave off I never did think the place was actually haunted. Weirdest part of that place was the stop sign-a red eye watching from the trees, covered in pock marks from the rocks we used to chuck at it. John even shot it with his dad’s .22 a few times. I know you’re probably thinking there isn’t anything weird about a stop sign, but it was at the wrong end of the road. It was ten feet off the porch of the house. Now remember, this was a dead end street. There was no crossroad and no reason for a stop sign to be there.

We’d go out there and hunt for ghosts almost every weekend. Never found much of anything-just a few “orb” photos that are probably just dust in the air. Even when we were kids the place was falling apart and chock full of mold. I’d hate to see it now.

Hunting ghosts was just something fun to do to pass the time. Besides, it kept me off the drugs most of my friends found their way into. Chris and I were the only two that managed to stay clean. John eventually cleaned up his act. Evan and Kyle have been in and out of rehab too many times to count. Zach wasn’t so lucky.

The week after Zach died we went back out to the house-Chris and I that is. We didn’t feel much like searching the house for ghosts, but we went anyway.

Zach’s death was hard on us. We didn’t know how to react, so instead of reacting we pretended everything was fine. We did what we always did. We went to the mansion at the end of Sycamore Street.

The stop sign glared at us as we approached. To be honest, it freaked me out a little. It never had before that day. It felt like a warning-the hand of God telling us to stay out of that house.

Almost immediately upon walking through the door we could tell the house felt different, darker somehow. Chris thought he saw a shadow move so we chased it into the next room. Zach was standing in the middle of the room. Only it wasn’t Zach. He was transparent. The beams of our flashlights went right through him. As if that weren’t terrifying enough, his eyes were black. I’m not ashamed to say I ran. We both did, and we never went back.

We haven’t really talked about what we saw, but that image is burned into my brain. Even twenty years later I still see it every time I close my eyes. Only for a fleeting moment, but it’s always there.

This story was written for my Storybook Corner prompt. Click the link for the details and add a story of your own.


Changing of the Guard

Photo Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Photo Copyright – Björn Rudberg

“Why do you play your song?” I asked the old man.

“Somebody has to keep the demons at bay.” He nodded at the guitar beside me. “You can take over for awhile if you’d like.”

I laughed, thought I’d humor him. I picked up the instrument and strummed a few chords of his song. He stood up and walked away without another word.

I tried to put the guitar down, figuring I’d take my chances with his demons, but my hands seem to have gained a mind of their own.

It’s been three cursed days since I’ve seen the old bastard.

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers. Go forth, minions, and read the many other interpretations of the prompt.


Looking Forward

So I sat down to write a story for my Storybook Corner prompt and when I hit the 600(ish) word mark I realized I was nowhere near the end of the story I wanted to tell. It’s a story I ended up really liking (far more than I expected to) and I’m not going to disgrace it by finishing it and then hacking it down to fit the 500 word limit. Yes, editing is removing the crap from the good, but I don’t even think that it’d be possible to cram it into 500 words judging by what I’ve written so far. I’m talking minimum novella length if not full novel. It’s a pretty complex story with a lot going on. It didn’t seem like it at first, but the more I write the deeper I fall into the rabbit hole. I’m not sure where the idea even came from. I just sat down and started writing without knowing where I was going-just trying to get an idea where the prompt would take me. It took me to a place I didn’t even know existed in this warped mind of mine. I love when that happens, though it’s rare. Usually a story requires a great deal more thought before I start writing it.

The ones that fly off the cuff, though, are often the stories that I almost always end up liking the most. Sins of a Father is one of those off the cuff stories, born on a whim for a 100 word story prompt— my first foray into Friday Fictioneers to be exact. I love that story. I’m looking forward to releasing it at some point. I’m hoping you guys love it as much as I do.

Anyway, I will have to put this one on the backburner for a bit though as I have a few other things I want/need to finish before I dive into a new story.

Lately, I’ve been spending most of my “writing time” reading instead of writing so it felt good to actually write for a change. It got me back in the mindset of wanting to buckle down and get some stuff done. I’ve got enough to work on that it’s almost overwhelming, so it’s good to have that sense of drive and direction back. It was nice to focus on being a reader for awhile, but it’s time to get my eye back on the ball.

I really should quell the number of projects I work on at once. I’d probably get a lot more done in the long run if I limited myself to one or two projects at a time. I’ve got at least seven projects in various stages of completion at the moment, but some of those might never see the finish line. I’m probably missing 2 or 3 that I haven’t looked at for awhile in that count. So yeah. Too many. I need to pick one and stick with it until it’s done or I decide it isn’t worth pursuing any longer, then move on to the next.

That starts today. That starts now-as soon as I hit publish on this post.

My novel, currently titled Nightmares, is next on the chopping block. I have 76,000 words of rewriting ahead of me. I’ve tried several times before, but I just felt too overwhelmed by all the work this beast requires. I’ve never went in with the confidence I have now though, so this time I’m sure I’ll push through it. And after that, I’ll push through it again. Then again if necessary. I’m about to make this manuscript my bitch. I’d say wish me luck, but I don’t need it. Not this time.

Side note: there are only a few days left in that four to six month wait to hear from Nouvella on Sins of a Father. I don’t know if that’s good or bad. My mind leans toward it being so bad that they can’t find the words to tell me it sucks or they haven’t even looked at it yet. Either may be the case, or neither may be the case, but it’s always best to prepare for rejection and be surprised if events take it a different direction. Regardless, it’s looking like I may have to contact them soon to get a status update.


Storybook Corner Prompt - April

ogre-castle-wordsWelcome to Storybook Corner, a monthly flash fiction prompt held on the 21st of each and every month. This post will give you this month’s prompt.

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story based on the prompt below.

The goal is to end up with a story with a beginning, middle, and end that falls anywhere between 300 and 500 words in length.

Make every word count, but don’t fret too much if you can’t hit the word count. Sometimes stories refuse to be constrained. Sometimes those are the only stories worth telling.

Try to read as many of the other stories as you can in the time you have available. We all work hard on our stories and like to share our work with as many readers as possible.

This month’s prompt will be the following image:

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Happy writing, minions.


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