From the Life and Curse of Sean Becker
I haven’t had a meeting like this since I stood face-to-face with Moshe Cohen, the vampire who made me.
Oh, my name is Sean Becker and I’m a vampire. I also work for a private detective named Aidan Burke in L.A.
Tonight, I’m sitting across from the famous mystery novelist Brian Vail in one of my favorite restaurants, The Original Pantry Cafe on Figueroa. If memory serves, I think Vail even mentioned it in one of his books.
“Look, I just want to know that I’m not going crazy. First I see a ghost and now a vampire?”
From the 2011 film “Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides”
In later years, it was largely believed that Fair Isle, a tiny spit of an island between Sumburgh Head and Mainland, Shetland, which would eventually be claimed by Scotland, was originally settled by Bronze Age traders.
The real story was first withheld and then lost to history. Truth be told, Nordic raiders used Fair Isle as a hiding place for their plunder. By the ninth century, the Isle would become a legitimate Norse settlement, but hundreds of years earlier, it was the site of treasure, home of marauders, and a monument to a fearsome curse.
The character “Slappy” from the Goosebumps books | found at Amazon.com
The Fifteenth Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
It was a Friday and Landon was happy that the school week was over. He went into his bedroom to get rid of his backpack and saw something strange.
All of the living stuffed animals were at the foot of the bed looking suspiciously at an object resting on Landon’s pillows.
“Is that new thing your’s, Landon,” asked Baby?
“No. I mean, I’ve never seen it before.”
from the Tommy Edison Experience YouTube channel
The contents of his uncle’s safe deposit box were arranged across Brian Vail’s desktop. He moved the monitor, keyboard, and mouse of his PC to one side to make room. He wouldn’t be using the computer because he already had. The notes, letters, drawings, and other minutia organized in front of him contained far more relevant information about his condition than the internet did.
The origin of the sight was shrouded in mystery, though his Uncle Ellis, the most recent possessor of this ability before Brian, thought it went back to the 12th or 13th century, an ancestor who lived in either Southern France or Spain. He’s nameless, but was thought to be a mystic, one who dared to seek out the literal face of God.
Actor Peter Haskell in the 1972 film “The Eyes of Charles Sand”
“You should be relieved, Brian. Your vision is perfectly normal, which frankly is pretty extraordinary for a man of your age.”
“Then what the hell is going on, Mallory? Why do I get these episodes or visions that make me feel like I’m going blind?”
© James Pyles
This is the direct sequel and conclusion of part one of this story, which was based on a plot developed by my eight-year-old grandson.
Chapter 4: Glowing Red Eyes
Little Dan was having a hard time sleeping. Every little noise woke him up and reminded him of the horrible things that had happened and the evil toy giraffe.
Then, at the foot of his bed, he heard a familiar voice.
“You didn’t think you could get away from me that easily, did you Dan?
Dan looked and saw the stuffed giraffe Baby with the terrible glowing red eyes.
He jumped out of bed like a shot and started running for the bedroom door. “Mom! Mom! Baby’s back!”
Photo: Diane Picard/Shutterstock – found at Mother Nature Network (MNN)
Yesterday, I wrote a short story called The Wolf’s Mate, a werewolf tale that’s actually a romance. Gwen is married to Larry and is pregnant. Larry is also a werewolf who even recognizes his “mate’s” scent while he is the wolf.
I started thinking of different ways to spin the story, and the night Gwen Talbot becomes pregnant sprang to life. I want to warn you right now this story contains some significantly “adult” content, so if you aren’t okay with that, stop reading now.
I’m also considering writing a story about their romance, how they met, fell in love, his proposal of marriage, and upon Gwen’s acceptance, Larry’s revealing his secret to her and how, amazingly, that resulted in them getting married, even in the face of the curse of the wolf.
I just wanted to let you know what you were in for.
I remember the night I became pregnant, both the ecstasy of it and the horror.
The story of my courtship with Larry, how deeply we fell in love with each other, his proposal and my joyous acceptance, and then the terror of the revelation of the wolf is for another time.
I did marry him, knowing exactly who he is, what he is, the curse he carries within him, and what it means for our children, especially any sons.
Poster from the film “Under the Bed” (2012)
Carrie heard the strange scratching sounds in the walls of her bedroom again.
“Mommy! Daddy!” She screamed out to her parents for the third time that night.
Daddy trudged into her bedroom. It had been an exhausting week. For the past five nights, Carrie kept swearing something was making scary noises in her walls. For the past five nights, her parents Bill and Sandy came in, but they could never hear anything.
Sandy thought there might be a mouse in the walls. Bill thought that moving to the new house a month ago was harder on their seven-year-old daughter than they thought it would be.
“Daddy, I’m so scared.” Carrie leapt out of her bed and jumped into his arms. He held and comforted his little girl.
I’ve been devoting the vast majority of my fiction writing lately to my own blog, but I do have two of my stories published elsewhere. They don’t appear on my blog because one of the conditions of publication was that they be totally unique works.
Both of them are at Theme of Absence.
The first story, The Anything Box was published last September, and tells the tale of a lonely teenage girl’s encounter with a strange object and how it connects her to her deceased Father.
The second story is called The Stalker, and it portrays another teenage girl’s meeting with something incredibly horrible while hiking in the woods. I had originally written it for a Halloween contest (I lost), but it ended up being published in general stories.
I haven’t mentioned them in a while, so I thought I’d dust them off and present them again. Each story is just under 1,000 words so they’re pretty fast reads.
If you have a moment or two, click the links, read my stories, and let me know what you think.
© James Pyles
My eight-year-old grandson Landon has been reading books from R.L. Stine’s “Goosebumps” series and wanted to write one of his own. This is the first part of his first novel (probably more like an extended short story). The first parts he narrated word for word. Then it made more sense for him to tell me how he “plotted” out the story, and then I paraphrased what he was telling me.
He asked if I’d publish his story here on my blog so my readers could have a look. I think he’s really looking forward to your comments, so don’t be shy (do be kind, though).
Remember, this is a child’s first attempt at writing a horror story.
Chapter One: The Birthday Present
One day a kid named Dan was playing with his family on his birthday. “It’s time to open presents”, said Dad.
I said, “Okay, Dad.”
First, Dad gave me his present. I opened it. It was a little stuffed animal. There was a tag on it that said “Baby”.
It was a giraffe he found at a garage sale. It’s head was facing the wrong way. I awkwardly said “Thank you” to Dad.
Then my Mom gave me her present. I opened it up and it was a bow and arrow. I hugged my Mom and said, “Thank you.”
Then, a while after the birthday party, for a second I thought I saw the tail of the giraffe move, but I thought that maybe it was just a breeze making it move.
And then, I looked at the giraffe and it’s head went up and it looked at me. And I started screaming and running for my life.