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    • Your poems are very creepy, but this is my favorite of them. You do horror very well.
      Echo | 15Mar13 | More
    • Thank you. Your compliment made me very happy and I'll certainly submit some more.
      Echo | 15Mar13 | More
    • This one grabbed my attention from the get go. Very captivating. It is in the tradition of Poe's ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I really like the creepy ending. Your use of repetitive phrases gives the verses a fluid meter that keeps ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I just happened to be scrolling through the necrology emails today and yours was the first story that captured my ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I look forward to all of your submissions
      Daniel Craig Roche | 29Oct12 | More
    • Daniel, Sorry about my belated response to your nice comment about my story Crow Land. I have been a little ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 26Oct12 | More
    • This is one of the better ones I have read in a while. Ending made me happy.
      Daniel Craig Roche | 24Oct12 | More
    • Very nice. I was rooting for the main character but I still appreciate the shocking conclusion.
      Troy Massie | 18Oct12 | More
    • Wow. Not what I expected from the start. There's a really strong bond between the two characters even ...
      Troy Massie | 18Oct12 | More
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John L. Campbell

Trophy Wife

By John L. Campbell Everyone said she was crazy to marry Dean.  The newspapers called her Cooper IV.  Her mother, for whom marrying money was the greatest achievement a woman could hope for, expressed her fears and reservations.  Her girlfriends told her she was not only crazy, but stupid.  Even that detective from the District [...]

31Jul2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Ten Rules of Walter

By John L. Campbell Walter followed the rules. He’d been doing it his entire life, careful to stay within the lines, keeping a low profile and staying out of trouble.  It didn’t make him particularly happy – that wasn’t a state he experienced often – but it avoided a lot of hell, and he supposed [...]

31Jul2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Dance of the Yard Apes

By John L. Campbell Merrill Travis dropped his two-hundred-fifty pounds into a brown easy chair, cracking the framework again.  He threw his weight against the back, and the footrest squealed in protest as it snapped up.  Merrill propped his feet up, wiggling one toe through the hole in his right sock, grabbed the remote with [...]

3May2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Chained

By John L. Campbell It was one of countless failing farms in the West Virginia hill country, fields lying fallow and gone wild because there was no money for planting, a rusting tractor sinking into the earth because there was no money to fix it.  The barn had collapsed in the center, looking like an [...]

6Mar2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Salty

By John L. Campbell Cornelius LaBauve was eighty-seven and missing somewhere in the Louisiana bayou.  The passenger in the big pickup was worried that the old man had run into a local myth, but the driver had his money on liquor-induced drowning or gators. Cole Doucet arrived at the LaBauve place around eleven in the [...]

4Mar2012 | | 1 comment | Continued