From the Slushpile: Some Kind of Way Out of Here (Part Two)

Part Two of “Some Kind of Way Out of Here” is live, just in time for Veteran’s Day. Check it out now! Read. Share. And Part Three will be available tomorrow.

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J. Jeremy Hicks -- Author

Happy Veteran’s Day. Thanks to all those who have served, in whatever capacity, at home or abroad.

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On with the next installment…

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When my beloved came to me, she appeared as she had in the days of our happier youth, before this latest Vietnam War. She beckoned me, curling one finger like she had the first time she urged me to slip from my home to accompany her on a nocturnal adventure. We had enjoyed many such rendezvous over the years. Our latest had proven to be our last, outside of the realm of dreams anyway.

Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. There had been no time to mourn her earlier. Now, I could not help myself. I bawled like a babe in its mother’s arms. I ached to rest my head on her chest and let her heartbeat lull me to blissful sleep.

Wordlessly, Lien…

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From the Slushpile: Some Kind of Way Out of Here (Part One)

In honor of Veteran’s Day, Jeremy Hicks is posting a war story from the slushpile. “Some Kind of Way Out of Here” is a Lovecraftian horror story set in the midst of the Tet Offensive of 1968. It takes a real life incident and speculates on how it would have played out if the Cthulhu Mythos was real. Stay tuned the week of Veteran’s Day for the rest of it.

J. Jeremy Hicks -- Author

In honor of Veteran’s Day, I’m posting a war story from the slushpile. I wrote this story specifically for Chaosium’s “Summer of Lovecraft” anthology, but due to technical circumstances beyond the editor’s control, it was never read. By the time I realized it was buried in their spam folder, the stories for the anthology had already been selected. I submitted it a few other places, but it has never found a home. So, I’ll publish it in installments here during the week of Veteran’s Day to remind us that war is hell and that there are veterans on all sides of a conflict.

I thank them all for their service, for they were mostly poor, unfortunate souls fighting in rich men’s wars. And in Vietnam, it was definitely a politician’s war with brave men and women on both sides caught in the madness of the Cold War era. During my research…

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From the Slushpile: The Devil & Klaus Kristiansen (Final Installment)

The final installment of The Devil & Klaus Kristiansen is now live on my blog. Hope you’re ready for it.

J. Jeremy Hicks -- Author

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In the end, we dragged the dead into Luke’s tent and then burned them along with the pine forest. If we were fortunate, fire would cleanse the bodies and the crime scene. The lazy local police would write it up as a tragic accident: two druggies passed out, and their untended campfire burned them and the woods to ash. Case closed.

Klaus, Turtle, and I made a pact that night, one sealed with the blood of our friend. We resolved to never talk about it to anyone, even each other. It started as a dream, a nightmare to be honest, and it would end that way. We lived in the waking world after all and things like that didn’t happen here. Denial became our creed, our code.

For a time, it worked. As the years passed, we drifted apart. And like all college friends, we went our…

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From the Slushpile: The Devil & Klaus Kristiansen (Part IV)

Part IV is now live on Jeremy Hicks’s blog. Check it out!

J. Jeremy Hicks -- Author

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Luke’s family farm stretched along both sides of the rural highway that routed traffic through the north end of our county to the Georgia line. Laden with beer, liquor, and few other party favors, we sought to attract as little attention as possible from the roving county patrols. So we parked in front of one of the cattle gates on an unpaved farm road that led onto their property.

The waxing moon illuminated our awkward climb over the rickety steel gate. Once far enough from the highway, we switched on our flashlights and followed the winding trail through the woods toward the familiar camping site, a mainstay of our freshman and sophomore years. What had been fertile farmland in decades past was now an expanse of rock and red clay covered by an overgrown pine plantation.

Neither Klaus nor Turtle spoke as we moved toward our destination…

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From the Slushpile: The Devil & Klaus Kristiansen (Part III)

Part III of The Devil & Klaus Kristiansen by Jeremy Hicks now live.

J. Jeremy Hicks -- Author

Author’s Note: In the interest of timeliness, I have compressed my serialization to five parts. I want you to read all of this before Halloween. 3:)

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My eyes tried to focus on the unearthly visage of the beast, but my brain either failed or refused to fully comprehend its features. The inky mass moved rapidly. Tucking the heart in close to its own rotten excuse for one, it sprung toward the far wall. The shadow thing reminded me of a running back on the move and the open window appeared its end zone.

I rushed to the windowsill but moved too slowly to intercept the shadow. To this day, I’m not sure what I’d have done had I caught the tiger by the tail. Truth be told, I was woefully unprepared for the challenge, mind, body, and soul.

The shadowy devil leapt from the second story of…

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