Jack Campbell, Jr.

Jack Campbell, Jr. is a dark fiction writer in Lawrence, KS. His writing has appeared in various venues including Twenty 3 Magazine, Danse Macabre, and Insomnia Press. He writes about reading, writing, and life on his blog at www.jackcampbelljr.com.

Week 2: Down with the Sickness

For the last week, I have had about the worst cold of my life. I’ve worked through sickness before. The flu, colds, and other ailments are generally mild inconveniences for me. But this illness is the most soul-sucking, lung hacking respiratory ailment that I’ve ever had. I’m tired, because I can’t sleep. I spend all […]

 

Week 1: What the Hell?! I’m behind already?!

They call me the Terminator. It could be that when wearing sunglasses, I bear a slight resemblance to Schwarzenegger. God knows that we have the same muscular build that simultaneously inspires and intimidates. Well–that’s not true. They call me that because I sit and write without distraction. I always push forward, and I never miss […]

Party at Pinehurst

For the first time in three generations, Pinehurst Mansion felt vibrant and alive. The annual interfraternity council Halloween party packed the place with more students than a Psych 101 lecture hall. Sexy police officers danced with black and white striped prisoners. Vampires necked with mobsters, their plastic tommy guns forgotten in dark corners. A neon […]

The Rest of Us: Bottoms Up

This short story takes place in the world of my planned dystopian science fiction novel The Rest of Us. The glassware clattered as another rocket launched. My father, sitting at the head of the large oak table, steadied his wine glass and then lifted it up as if that had been his plan all along. […]

The Red House

The red house shuddered as Tony poured gasoline over the dining room’s bare warped floorboards. He felt its shiver and wondered if it was afraid. The voices whispered, a tiny insect buzz that the drugs kept brushing away. Tony tried to ignore it, to remind himself that houses did not talk. The doctors had told […]