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 J.L. Campbell graduated from high school with aspirations of becoming a successful writer. Instead, he found a rewarding job that demanded enough of his time to put aside his writing and enter the working world. Years later, regretting not chasing his dream, he decided to write short stories to entertain his friends and family. After much success, he created a website that would premier a new story every month. Receiving well over 100 unsolicited comments on his writing, he decided to pursue his life-long goal of becoming published. At the ripe-young age of 41, his dream finally came true.
Born and raised in New Hampshire, Campbell bases many of his short stories in the New England region. He currently resides in The Great North Woods of New Hampshire with his wife and daughter and is currently working on his new anthology to complete his second book.
If you'd like to contact me, please visit my web site at www.JLCampbellBooks.com for contact information...no offense to WriteSight.com, but I'm not paying money for an email account when I already have one.
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MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
- "Black Raspberries and Other Tales" by J.L. Campbell. Published March 2004.
- "Doses of Death; A Macabre Collection of Small Town Terror" featuring Introduction and "Flowers of Fortune" by J.L. Campbell. Published October 2005.
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MY NEWS:
Tales to Twist the Mind
Author Offers a Journey into the Surreal with Collection of Short Stories
In the tradition of campfire storytelling, J.L. Campbell shares a collection of stories that chills the bones and stimulates the brain in his new book, Black Raspberries and Other Tales by J.L. Campbell (now available through AuthorHouse).
Campbell presents a variety of enthralling tales that explore the darker side of the human condition. The characters encounter an array of mind-bending situations, such as carnivorous plants and the grim reaper’s feminine counterpart, and, in the process, sometimes run head-on into their own neuroses and weaknesses.
In the title story, “Black Raspberries,” a vacationing couple’s truck breaks down, leaving them stranded in the middle of a small town in which the locals seem to have something sinister on their minds. When night falls, the couple becomes ripe for the picking in this deliciously evil tale.
“Tickles” introduces readers to a spectral visitor that brings doom to one man’s life every time she visits. To remind him of her existence, she tickles his ear with a long, white feather and takes the life of a friend or relative.
In “Vincent’s Nerve,” Campbell places the reader inside the mind of a neurotic man who is trying to get through another day in his life. In this offbeat look at the workings of a man’s mind, readers find themselves the voyeurs of Vincent’s slightly disturbing morning.
With a clever, tongue-in-cheek style that ranges from whimsical to spine-tingling, Campbell twists realistic experiences into unusual outcomes that readers can enjoy again and again.
"Doses of Death; A Macabre Collection of Small Town Terror" A compendium of chilling tales revolving around small towns and death. Ranging from light-hearted to downright terrifying, this book holds something for everyone.
Born and raised in New Hampshire, Campbell graduated high school with aspirations of becoming a successful author. He found himself, instead, working hard labor jobs and putting aside his writing. He finally achieved his personal goal of becoming published with Black Raspberries and Other Tales, his first book. He still resides in New Hampshire with his wife and daughter.
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: Great North Woods
State/Country: New Hampshire
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BOOKS PUBLISHED:
 Excerpt from the self-titled short story, "Black Raspberries."
When they reached the gravel down-grade just above the makeshift trench, the tires on their bikes sank into the loose terrain rendering forward progress extremely difficult. They had to get off of the bikes and walk them.
“Why did they dump all these pebbles right here in the middle of the road," asked Jan.
"I'm guessing it’s a washout trench so the water doesn’t run straight down the road and wash it into the river. Even with a new clutch in my truck, the old girl is going to have a hell of a time yanking that camper back up through this. We'll probably have to stop in town and have George put another one in when we get it out of this carnival," he smiled; she didn't.
Looking up at the four campers parked above their site, Jan said, "Who in their right mind would drive by one of these campers and think of purchasing it? On this road in this campground, mind you. I mean, they don't look worthy of dump storage." She looked at Brett who was pressing an erect forefinger vertically to his puckering lips telling her to be quiet. He pointed down the road to the entrance of their campsite. William was on the side of the road on his knees with a bright aluminum bucket in front of him, facing a bunch of bushes bearing fruit.
"Finally! A berry picker!" Jan smiled.
They continued down the road, past the trench, toward the entrance before William finally heard their footsteps crunching on the loose gravel. He stood immediately, at least attempted to, but a bit of arthritic stiffness stifled his effort. He had to rest his hand on his right knee and regain his composure in order to stand all the way up. He looked a little nervous, as if he'd just been caught with his zipper of his trousers down, peeking in the girl’s locker room with his weenie out.
"Hi William," Brett said suspiciously.
"Howdy. I’z jess pickin’ some berries," he said picking up the bucket and tilting it to show them. Less then a dozen berries lay on the bottom of the bucket.
"Well... it looks like you got a long way to go or you're eating what you're picking," said Jan smiling.
This time it was Brett who didn't smile. For that matter, neither did William. Jan's smiled faded quickly as she saw Brett looking at William's hands. They were all scratched and swollen from the thorny branches of the berry bushes. The wounds were mostly superficial, but the scratches were fresh and blood made them redder and more noticeable. There were more wounds on his hands then berries in his bucket.
"What's with all these bushes anyways, William?" asked Brett. "Why don't you people clean some of them up?"
"They were heah 'fore we was, Mr. Websta. Every summer more and more grow wild and show up in all kinds of places. Most the townfolk love 'em, so no one bothas to get rid of ‘em.”
"But there are so many," added Jan. William merely shrugged as if embarrassed.
"Where are all the townfolk anyways, William?" Brett mused.
"Most stay inside in this kinda heat. It's too much for most of 'em. They'll be comin’ out shotly." He looked at his watch and added, "Nights get real cool up heah in the foothills."
The way he said “they’ll be comin’ out shotly” sent a chill down Brett's spine. Were they in a town of night dwelling vampires?
"Well, happy picking, William. And watch those thorns," he said this looking into William's eyes, not at his hands. William’s left eye stared back as if lifeless in a yellow pool of pus. It was an evil, lying, lifeless eye, Brett thought suddenly. William smiled, this time full-blown embarrassed, saying nothing as Bret and Jan turned their bikes and walked into the long entrance of their campsite.
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 A compendium of chilling tales revolving around small towns and death. Ranging from light-hearted to downright terrifying, this book holds something for everyone.
If a woman screams her last dying breath and no one is close enough to hear her...does she make a sound?
Welcome to "Doses of Death," a compilation of stories focused on two important themes; death and small towns. Though they are all quite different in nature, they reflect upon "Ruraltopia." Turn the pages, if you dare, and help yourself to the dark side of small town living. If you are one of the many who thought or are thinking of moving to a small town to "get away from it all," then read this book before you make a life-altering decision. It just might have you running and screaming back to the big city. For just as large flocks of animals realize; we are all hunted by something much larger... some will die...but there is more safety in numbers.
"Flowers of Fortune" by J.L. Campbell featured in "Doses of Death reveals a glimpse into the nightmarish life of Morgan Leonard, who lost his child to the grave and his wife to depression, anger, and blame. After relocating to the Great North Woods of New Hampshire, strange visions haunt his dreams...visions that will alter his life in ways he could never foresee.
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