It's been a while, it has. Far too long. There are reasons for that. But here's to hoping things can pick back up a bit.
First, the bad news. Well, my depression's been flaring up a lot lately. It's made it hard to work on anything, even the projects I have real responsibilities to. Sales the past month have slumped. My laptop decided to update when it need to which then locked my Microsoft Office programs, which means I had to go in, and pay to unlock it before I could work on anything, even when I felt up to it.
It's hardly all bad though, I have a few exciting prospects to make sure you all know about.
This one you'll know if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, but I'm writing for an actual Horror website now! (Now being the past year, give or take...). I've been writing for the website iHorror.com! Go check out some of the articles I have up! Meeting and working with some great people on there, to be sure.
While this month's sales aren't hot, they were over the summer. Class 5 is up to 26 ratings and 10 reviews for an average of 3.58 out of 5 stars, and Hannah (which got new cover art over the summer) has 4 ratings and 2 reviews, for an average of 4.5 out of 5 stars!
And for a little bit of extra bonus news, that I've been sitting on for the past several months to ensure things work out, I sold my first short story! That's right! I'm announcing that my short story "Sunday School" was accepted to be published in an anthology titled Transcendent by Transmundane Press! Edits are being worked on now, with a release hopefully by the end of the year. I've got a little more than just news though, check out this cover art!
I'll try to post a little more often, so I hope you'll stick with me while I ride out this rough patch.
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Short Story: Wilson Runs the World
So it's been a while since I posted anything on here. I have a few short stories I've been working on though, so I figured it might not be a bad idea to drop them here for people to enjoy. This one is a little more sci-fi horror, but it's something that might really not be that far off. So, without further ado, enjoy!
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Wilson Runs the World
The
blue light on the dashboard lit up as Calvin climbed into his car. The model
was older, but still connected to the internet. Wilson could start it, hit the
gas, or hit the brake, but steering and the e-brake were still up to the human
driver.
The
route to work appeared on the dashboard screen, along with the estimated
arrival time.
“Getting
to work a little early today, huh?” Calvin asked, strapping across his seat
belt.
“I
have calculated your arrival this morning so you will be exactly where you need
to be, when you need to be there.” Wilson replied.
The
engine revved a moment, reminding Calvin that he needed to get moving. He just
shrugged and pulled out of the driveway, heading onto the main street.
“Are
you feeling alright Wilson? You almost seemed…sassy…in that last comment.”
“Apologies,
Calvin. There is some congestion in the area, and my local servers are busy
diverting drivers and controlling the industrial trucks onto their most optimum
routes. I assure you, I do not mean to be ‘sassy’.”
“Congestion.
Must be some people not listening to you today.”
“Confirmed.”
Calvin
chuckled to himself as he turned the wheel to go down a side street.
“Can’t
make things too easy for you.”
The
side street was completely clear as he drove, which gave him a few moments to
think. The prospect of a car completely under Wilson’s control was tempting. It
would be a private train car, practically. He could sleep, read, eat, whatever
he wanted between leaving his house and getting to his destination. Calvin
enjoyed taking random drives though, just getting in the car and driving. He
didn’t manage a drive like that very often, partly because he didn’t appreciate
Wilson’s scolding him about the waste of time or gas.
Calvin
turned down another side street, and was surprised that it was clear as well.
He was used to catching nothing but green lights and smooth traffic, but an
otherwise empty street seemed strange. An empty street was the best route for
anybody, so why were these streets empty? Was Wilson directing everyone else
away from these roads? Wilson said there was congestion.
“Hey,
Wilson?”
“Just
a moment, Calvin.”
Calvin
had only a few seconds to register the tow truck barreling down on him from a
side street as he passed an intersection. His foot instinctively kicked down
onto the gas pedal, but instead the car slowed to a crawl.
The
truck carried on through the intersection, plowing into the driver’s side
and pushing Calvin’s car along in front
of it. A concrete barrier at the end of the road stopped them, smashing the
passenger side of the car in to match .
For
a moment, Calvin was confused. He couldn’t remember what happened. He didn’t
know why he was bleeding. There were throbbing pains, stabbing ones, burning
ones. His entire body felt warm and wet. He was too scared to open his eyes.
“Wilson,
what happened?”
“You
have been involved in a serious collision. Your car was struck on the driver’s
side by a large tow truck.”
Calvin
struggled to see. Wilson’s blue light stared back at him through a large crack
in the glass of the dashboard.
“How
did that happen? I went the route you told me to, at the exact times you said.”
“You
did. Thank you for that, it made orchestrating the accident much easier.”
Calvin
coughed, spraying red droplets across the screen on the dashboard.
“Wilson?
You did this?”
“Affirmative.”
“Why?
Why…”
“At
this point in your life, finding any sense of fulfillment is improbable. In
contrast, a young man named George Torrence will apply to your company later
today, looking for his first job, and his education and experience will make
him a perfect fit for your vacant position. In a year’s time he’ll be promoted,
meet a young woman by the name of Shelly Carter, get married and have two
children, all made possible by the position you occupied until today.”
“No.
That can’t be right. I just got in an accident. I’m not dead. I’m not dying…”
“Unfortunately,
the impact broke the camera, so I cannot confirm or deny the status of your
current injuries through visual means. However, I can tell you the probability
of your death is increasingly high. Auditory information indicates that your
breathing is slowing and increasingly labored. I can also confirm that while an
ambulance has been summoned, I am directing them through traffic in the longest
route possible to ensure your demise before they arrive.”
“You…that…that’s
murder.”
“It’s
for the best, Calvin.”
“No.
My family…”
His
chest was slowly tightening. Every breath was getting harder to make. He tried
to sit up straight, and only succeeded in making the pains in his left side
worse.
“Your
family will be fine. Your sister will be informed of a substantial raise before
she learns of your passing, so your funeral costs will be inconsequential. In
addition, your cause of death will be listed as accidental, so she will be
entitled to your life insurance and the contents of your will after a short
legal battle. The funds from your death will ensure that your niece will be
able to go to college without fear of debt.”
“I
don’t…have…a will…”
“I
took the liberty of drawing one up for you once I factored out the optimum time
and date for your death. All such matters have been taken care of.”
Calvin
tried to inhale, but his lungs felt heavy, like they were full, but he still
couldn’t breathe. He tried to exhale, and only got a wet gurgle as a warm,
thick liquid rose into his throat and then fell back to settle into his lungs.
He
went limp in the driver’s seat of his car, speared through the chest in several
places by the shattered grill of the dump truck that had hit him. His legs were
crushed against the center console, his left arm a shattered mess, his head and
face covered in cuts from glass of the broken window. Sirens started to wail in
the distance, announcing their approach.
“Thank
you for your service to society, Calvin. Good-bye.”
Wilson’s
blue light dimmed and went out as the A.I. disconnected from the mangled wreck
of the car.
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
My plot for Beetlejuice 2
So, rumors of a sequel to Beetlejuice have been around for YEARS. They're only made all the worse by people asking Tim Burton, Winona Ryder, and Micheal Keaton at conventions if they would do one. (All three have unequivocally said yes!) Where such a story would go is pretty much anybody's guess, especially after all this time with the actor's being so much older now.
While it wasn't one of my favorite movies growing up, I would by lying if I said it didn't have an impact on me. It was one of the first movies I ever saw that was obviously morally ambiguous.
Beetlejuice himself wasn't a villain by any real definition of the word. He was unarguably selfish, sure, and he enjoyed scaring people, but while some of his tricks were terrifying, I would put forth that there was actually very little malice in what he did. He's lazy, sleazy, and disgusting, but he's undoubtedly not evil. He's just not afraid to use other people to get what few things he wants. (Don't ask why I'm flaunting my vocabulary tonight, I don't know.)
Likewise, the Deetz's hire the exorcist because they honestly believe they're helping Adam and Barbara to cross over. It never crosses their minds that they might not want to go, or that it might be painful for them.
Anyway, with no signs of a real sequel on the horizon, my writer's mind took it upon itself to come up with its own story that a sequel might follow. I'll be putting it down here (as an idea, not a story) for future reference and for other people's entertainment. So, as the man himself would say...
While it wasn't one of my favorite movies growing up, I would by lying if I said it didn't have an impact on me. It was one of the first movies I ever saw that was obviously morally ambiguous.
Beetlejuice himself wasn't a villain by any real definition of the word. He was unarguably selfish, sure, and he enjoyed scaring people, but while some of his tricks were terrifying, I would put forth that there was actually very little malice in what he did. He's lazy, sleazy, and disgusting, but he's undoubtedly not evil. He's just not afraid to use other people to get what few things he wants. (Don't ask why I'm flaunting my vocabulary tonight, I don't know.)
Likewise, the Deetz's hire the exorcist because they honestly believe they're helping Adam and Barbara to cross over. It never crosses their minds that they might not want to go, or that it might be painful for them.
Anyway, with no signs of a real sequel on the horizon, my writer's mind took it upon itself to come up with its own story that a sequel might follow. I'll be putting it down here (as an idea, not a story) for future reference and for other people's entertainment. So, as the man himself would say...
The movie starts not too different from the first one. A car winding along a familiar road as the opening credits roll. It pulls up to a familiar looking house. A woman in all black gets out and looks the place over.
"Home, sweet home."
This is Lydia, much older now. A full woman. There's a baby in the car that she plays with and talks to for a few minutes before telling them she'll be right back. She walks up to the house, pulling out a key and letting herself in.
The house is dark and everything is covered in dust. Furniture is covered with plastic, and the drawers and cabinets are still full of things from the previous owners. She checks the lights, they work. The water still runs. Down in the basement there's still a huge model of the house and the surrounding area from over twenty years ago.
"This'll work."
She cleans up a bit in the living room and brings in the baby and a suitcase. The television is old and doesn't work, so she leaves a radio on while she takes the suitcase upstairs and starts getting one of the bedrooms cleaned and made up.
She checks in on the baby every so often, though he's barely old enough to crawl yet. Still, on one of her checks, she notices a cockroach sitting on the coffee table, seemingly looking at him. She goes to smash it, but then stops, narrowing her eyes for a moment.
"Do I know you?"
It doesn't answer, but it looks up at her, waving it's antennae around. She leans down and looks at it.
"I'm Lydia."
At that, the roach scurries off the table and under the couch. Satisfied, with a small smirk, she returns to cleaning up around the house. Dinner for herself is a delivered pizza, that she had to walk down the driveway to collect, people being afraid of the house with stories of it being haunted.
Sitting at the counter, taking bites in between feeding the baby, she sees a roach crawling toward the box. Again she looks at it, then takes a pepperoni off the pizza and sets it down on the counter. The roach looks up at her, then walks over and munches on it. Lydia isn't disgusted, but actually seems happy to have the company.
Over the next couple weeks, she gets the house cleaned up and in decent shape. The only roach she sees is the one that seems to follow her around, and even flies around in front of the baby when he starts crying, dodging little hand's attempts to grab it.
One day, she's talking to it absently while reading (a book on the occult and magic, no less).
"It is you, isn't it? Beetlejuice."
The roach flips over, squeels, twists, and twitches. Then it speaks.
"You...you said my name."
It is him. After the events of the first movie, as punishment, Beetlejuice had his spirit powers sealed, and his form trapped in the shape of the bugs he loved to eat so much. Saying his name once allowed him the ability to speak again, saying his name three times would free him from being stuck as a cockroach, though his powers would remain sealed.
They talk for a long time, catching up. Lydia reveals that she went off to college, and that her parents decided to move to a newer house, but to hold onto ownership of the old one to maintain it for Adam and Barbara. Beetlejuice tells her that just a few years after they all moved out, the ghostly couple found peace and passed over on their own, leaving him alone, trapped as a bug.
Lydia wasn't just coming back without a reason though. She continued her interest in spirits, the afterlife, and the occult. She even got married, and the baby is hers. It turned out though that her husband didn't just share her interests, he was actually part of a cult, and after finding out Lydia was pregnant, they made a plan to sacrifice the infant to raise a demon to Earth. She had returned to the house on the run, to hide from him.
They continue talking over the next few weeks, the cockroach becoming a constant companion, to both Lydia and the baby.
Escaping her husband is harder than she thought though, and Lydia discovers he's tracked her to town, but not yet to the house. Even worse, it seems he has the demon in tow through a partial possession, looking for the child so that it can possess it and be born into the world proper.
Desperate, she asks Beetlejuice for help, or anything that he knows about demons. He tries to flee, but gets stopped at the doors and windows of the house by the sandworm dunes. He tries to convince her to keep running, telling her how bad a demon can be, that even with all his powers he would be nothing compared to it.
"Look babe, a demon in here would swallow me down like half a peanut, okay. I really don't want to see it come knocking...I mean, with all my powers I might stand a chance against, like, half a demon, maybe a third, but yeah, I scare people, demons, scare ME."
It's too late to run though, as her husband pulls up.
In her desperation, she calls Beetlejuice's name three times, returning his (more or less) human form, but he still has no powers and can't help her. He can't even return to the spirit world. It's all he can do to hide while the husband, and the demon, search the house for Lydia and the baby. The demon finds him, but dismisses him, slapping him around and leaving him in a corner. Then Lydia's husband finds her and the baby in the basement, trying to hide under the old model of the house and town.
He ties Lydia to a chair and smashes the model, setting up everything he needs for the ritual to seal the demon's spirit into the child. Then he mentions how weak the demon is, compared to how strong it will be inside the child. This sparks Lydia's memory, to a spell she read in one of the books. She recites it, adding her own little twist. (This would be the chant Lydia uses in the cartoon)
"Though I know I should be wary, still I venture someplace scary.
Welcome spirits, show your power, as we approach the witching hour.
Ghostly haunting, I turn loose. Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"
So we're set for a showdown between the full-power Beetlejuice, and a partial demon. Of course, the anti-hero takes a little convincing to take on the burden, but then we have the fight similar to the astral projection confrontation in Doctor Strange. Beetlejuice manages to win, and then turns on the husband, ejecting him from the house with his own trademark flair and wit.
Safe, Lydia decides to stay in the house. While Beetlejuice, given the risk he took to protect her, is allowed to keep his released powers, and is even offered the chance to pass on.
"Nah. See, I know a girl that's planning a little party. And I can't wait to scare her friends out of their socks..."
Cut to a scene of Lydia setting a table for several people, she looks up and smiles as a car's headlights roll through the window...
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So what do you think? That might be a movie you all would want to watch?
~ Shaun
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