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Ghost Guard by J. Joseph Wright

Ghost Guard

by J. Joseph Wright

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First Paragraph Teaser ~

DIANNE FORSYTHE HADN’T planned on being unfaithful to her husband, especially with a man who’d been dead almost nine decades. She couldn’t help it. The dead man was, in a word, irresistible, and, by night’s end, she wasn’t one bit sorry. Besides, her husband had it coming.


“A truly unique and entertaining ghost story!”

“Pulled me in and wouldn’t let go!”

J. J. Wright is now on my favorite author list. I will be checking out the rest of his books, and looking forward to more with Ghost Guard!”

“Totally Original and Absolutely Entertaining!”

“Definitely a thriller with romance, and the romance added to the fun of it all!”

Ghost Guard ~ NOW AVAILABLE!


In the spirit realm, only one force can protect the innocent souls of the dead…

Never before have living agents been teamed up with ghosts on such a level. Never before has a paranormal crew been equipped, trained, and specially assembled to hunt ghost hunters, face angry mobs bent on otherworldly revenge, or do battle against ancient immortals from the stars. Never before has the spirit realm seen anyone like Rever Ott and Abby Rhodes. Only problem is, Rev and Abby don’t know whether to fight the enemies of the supernatural, or fight their love for each other.

Ghost Guard is NOW AVAILABLE!

First Paragraph Teaser ~

DIANNE FORSYTHE HADN’T planned on being unfaithful to her husband, especially with a man who’d been dead almost nine decades. She couldn’t help it. The dead man was, in a word, irresistible, and, by night’s end, she wasn’t one bit sorry. Besides, her husband had it coming.

News Release

Northwest Author Offers 20 Free eBooks to Celebrate Release of Paranormal Romance Thriller

Rainier, OR. September 10, 2013 – Author J. Joseph Wright, a Finalist in the 2013 Best Indie Book Awards, would like to announce the release of his new Paranormal Romance Thriller, Ghost Guard. To celebrate the occasion, he is making all twenty of his titles on Amazon’s electronic book store free for one day only, Monday, September 30.

“I wanted to do something special to commemorate the release of Ghost Guard,” Wright said. “And what’s more special than throwing a party? It’s a celebration, both for the publication of my new book, and for reaching twenty titles. Readers can stop by my Amazon page, look around, and, as my gift to them, download any book they want—or all of them—for free. It’s their choice.”

Set in Portland, Oregon, Ghost Guard follows a team of ghosts, working alongside living agents, with one sole mission — defend the spirit world. It’s the cloak and dagger intrigue of James Bond with the supernatural eccentricity of Ghostbusters and the primal darkness of Underworld.

About J. Joseph Wright –

J. Joseph Wright writes Adult Horror, Sci-Fi, Children’s Fantasy, and even some Paranormal Romance. His novel Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear is a Finalist in the Kindle Book Review 2013 Best Indie Book Awards.

Link to J. Joseph Wright’s Amazon Author Page

Contact –
J. Joseph Wright
JK Wright Publications

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The Kindle Book Review 2013 Best Indie Book Award Finalist!

Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear is a Finalist in The Kindle Book Review 2013 Best Indie Book Awards!

The WINNER of The 2013 Kindle Book Review Best Indie Book Awards will be announced on October 1st, 2013.

There are 8 Categories:

  • Suspense/Horror
  • Short Fiction
  • Non-Fiction
  • Romance
  • Mystery/Thriller
  • Young Adult
  • Literary Fiction
  • Sci-Fi/Fantasy

Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear is a Science Fiction Fantasy.


Ghost Guard ~ First Paragraph Teaser

Set in Portland, Oregon, Ghost Guard follows a team of ghosts, working alongside living agents, with one sole mission — defend the spirit world. Revolving around a fiery and budding romance between Rever Ott, a ghost with a penchant for the ladies, and Abby Rhodes, a clairsentient with no patience for Rev’s antics, the story is packed with action, intrigue, music, and humor. Rev and Abby don’t know whether to fight the enemies of the supernatural, or fight their love for each other.

Ghost Guard is a fresh, unique perspective on the genre. Ghosts hunting ghost hunters. Fascinating characters, sizzling with passion. It’s the cloak and dagger intrigue of James Bond with the supernatural eccentricity of Ghostbusters and the primal darkness of Underworld.

First Paragraph Teaser ~

DIANNE FORSYTHE HADN’T planned on being unfaithful to her husband, especially with a man who’d been dead almost nine decades. She couldn’t help it. The dead man was, in a word, irresistible, and, by night’s end, she wasn’t one bit sorry. Besides, her husband had it coming.

Ghost Guard is NOW AVAILABLE!


Cemetery Planet: The Complete Series ~ All four parts in one atmospheric and claustrophobic collection!

A new Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance Thriller from the Amazon bestselling J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection.

Cemetery Planet: The Complete Series – All four parts in one atmospheric and claustrophobic collection AVAILABLE NOW!

99 cent SALE for the FIRST week only!

“I loved it! I loved the suspense, I loved the atmosphere, I loved the originality of the idea! I want sequels!!!”
— Claire B

It’s eight hundred years in the future, a time when the Earth had become so populated, all graveyards had to be relocated to another planet. It’s an entire world of graves in a lonely, desolate part of the galaxy, and Harvey Crane, the sole caretaker, finds he’s not alone onCEMETERY PLANET.

The Cemetery Planet Series
Cemetery Planet I
Cemetery Planet II
Cemetery Planet III
Cemetery Planet IV
Cemetery Planet – The Complete Series


Cemetery Planet IV ~ The culmination of the CEMETERY PLANET Series
DON’T MISS Cemetery Planet – The Complete Series 99 cent SALE for the FIRST week only! All four parts available in one atmospheric and claustrophobic collection!

A new Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance Thriller Novelette from the Amazon bestselling J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection.Part IV, the culmination of the CEMETERY PLANET Series is NOW AVAILABLE.

From the author:

By now, if you’ve read this far in the series, I’m certain you’re dying to find out what impending doom is on the horizon for our hapless hero, Harvey, and Lea, the love of his life. I’ve greatly enjoyed dreaming up this world, this story, and these characters, and feel a little sentimental now that it’s complete. For those who’ve taken this adventure thrill ride with me, I thank you. And without any further ado, I humbly present…CEMETERY PLANET IV.

The Cemetery Planet Series
Cemetery Planet I
Cemetery Planet II
Cemetery Planet III
Cemetery Planet IV
Cemetery Planet – The Complete Series



JACK JAMES and the CALL of the TANAKEE Available Now!

The Citadel of Mashkan Shapir

The year: 3000 BC

A SUDDEN, VIOLENT shock forced Kubi to his hands and knees. Dust cascading from the ceiling stung his eyes. He wiped them clean with his palms. Quickly. No time to waste.

“Father! Are you okay!” he shouted into the grime and gloom. The stone walls held—for now. “Where are you, Father!”

A velvet sheen pervaded the soot, each and every particle of hovering flotsam flickering in the stuffy air. Kubi heard coughing, and felt awash with relief. His father was alive.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Shantu cleared his throat again and again.

Kubi jumped to his feet, hooked his elbows under Shantu’s arms, and heaved hard. He was only ten, and much smaller than his father, yet he possessed a will beyond his size. He tugged until his father, out of breath and trembling, dug in both heels and stopped him.

“All right, my son. You’ve saved me. The apparatus! Get the apparatus!”

Kubi spotted the purple glow and searched for its source, a light unlike any other. Neither here nor there, the illumination came from all angles. Luckily for him, the machine not only emitted light, but also issued a melody of chirps and whistles never so sweet to his ears than at that moment, in the heart of his father’s workshop, with the city’s fortifications about to crumble.

He found the apparatus concealed beneath an overturned table, surrounded by its own tiny halo, swirls of shooting stars tossing and turning deep inside. It made him gasp for air each time he laid hands on it. This time, it seemed even more breathtaking.

“What was that, Father?” he offered the device to Shantu, who had already gotten the table onto its four legs again and was in the process of relighting the candles that had extinguished in the commotion.

“Followers of the dark serpents…and they’re serious this time!” he placed the mechanism onto the table then rummaged through his scattered tools and sundry notes and vials of solutions. “Where did it go! Where did it go!”

“What, Father? What is it?”

“I can’t find anything! The apparatus needs to be completed, and my materials…they’re gone! I’ll never get it finished in time!”

“I’ll help you, Father!” Kubi knelt and gathered the precious papers, when another immense explosion rocked the floor and fractured the ceiling. More dust, spilling from the roof, spoiled Kubi’s vision and he felt constricted all of a sudden, unable to move a muscle. He heard shrieking, crying, orders shouted in haste. He felt someone grasp his ankles. Two strong pairs of hands pulled him free, into the blinding light and the musty, coppery scent of smoke and ash…and death.

“It’s okay, child,” a steady voice failed to soothe him.

“Where’s my father!” Kubi kicked loose from the man’s grip, only to be stopped by another, larger man. It was Lu, the city’s elected leader. “You’ve got to save my father!”

The rescuers shared long, sallow frowns amongst one another.

“What!” Kubi struggled harder. Lu held tighter. “NO!”

“He’s gone, son,” Lu said. “He’s—”

A dazzling bluish-purple eruption lifted the rubble pile upward, forcing the rescuers to scramble for steadier ground. Kubi was the only one to stand firm. He’d seen his father’s invention in action before. Shantu burst from the rubble, surrounded by a sparkling halo, driving off the suffocating debris. The dazed onlookers didn’t have time to do more than hold their breaths in disbelief. Round after round of flaming arrows spilled down on top of them, forcing a mad dash for cover.

“Father!” Kubi’s joy came despite the hailstorm of fire. He felt for and found Lu’s hand. “Come! Get into my father’s shield!” Lu’s weight overburdened young Kubi, yet he managed to tug the man inside the instrument’s lustrous and magical bubble of protection.

Lu stared in wonder as the translucent shield repelled the arrows. Then he regained his commanding presence rather quickly, spurred on by the sight of his beloved city being reduced to dust and ash. He took Shantu by the collar and pulled him close.

“You need to use your apparatus, Shantu…it’s the only thing that can save us!”

Shantu’s eyes lost all luster. He stared at Lu, then his invention, then again at the leader.

“I-I can’t. It’s not ready yet.”

“Not ready!” Lu towered over Shantu. “Our walls are all but breached. That apparatus is the reason the invaders are here in the first place. The city’s defenders are putting their lives at risk. The least you can do is show you’re not afraid to make a stand…use it!”

“I’ve tried,” Shantu lowered his head. “I’d do more damage than good.”

“But you have to try again, Father!” Kubi pleaded.

“The apparatus isn’t ready. It’s not ready!”

A particularly loud and unnervingly close detonation upset the earth. Several men up on the battlement fell from their stations. Screaming. Tumbling.

“Come with me!” Lu dragged Shantu up the narrow steps to a landing near the top of the fortification. Kubi followed, eager yet terrified. They had to push past a gauntlet of tower guards and militiamen, some headed down, carrying injured comrades, some hobbling and complaining. As they passed Shantu, each of them stopped and stared at the mechanism with stunned eyes.

When they reached the highest level, where the battle raged, Kubi saw the most terrifying image he ever could have dreamt. But this was no dream. This was the substance of nightmares. A sea of bloodstained, mud-blemished, battle-painted faces glared up at him, each scowl more menacing than the last.

Littered about the landscape, carpeting every square inch of ground for miles, were soldiers of all kinds, both men and beasts. Great and hairy pachyderms with decorated tusks and painted skin. Massive wolves with teeth so large Kubi could see them even from a distance. And other animals. Beasts so hideous and unreal, Kubi had to fight his own mind to accept the sight of them. Giants, the size of ten men, stomped about the terrain, writhing and reeling under their shackles. Harlequins clad in whimsical rags danced and flirted among the brutes, making light of the tension as if it were all a big game.

Kubi breathed hard when a hot blast of wind blew his shoulder-length hair asunder. The heavy stench of sulfur mixed with burnt blood. He tightened his stomach, trying to ward off the convulsions. He refused to accept this. There had to be a way out. His father’s invention was too important to be lost. Too priceless to be stolen by a bunch of bandits and freaks and scoundrels.

He heard his father behind him, begging.

“Son, we need your protector. Call him, Kubi! Call your protector!”

Kubi nodded, then focused his thoughts on his little, furry friend. Probing. Shouting on the inside, he called out for protection, for guidance, for help in this, his direst time of need. He called out mentally until he felt warmth in his gut, and a low rumble permeating the ground, shaking the support stones of the city walls.

A hush fell over the beleaguered valley. The formerly boisterous giants, big and muscle-bound and mean, now shook in their boots. Worry replaced rapture. Concern overtook confidence. Even the colossal animals quit stomping and tossing in their furious attempts at getting into the city. They halted, and turned their ears toward the ground.

A bugle call from in the distant woods created murmurs and grim whispers in cautious tones. The entertainers tried to lighten the mood, dancing about the soldiers in their motely garbs, manipulating stick puppets and juggling skulls and flying small kites. All smiles they were, moving playfully throughout the crowd with fanciful swiftness and ease.

Another deep, chest-thumping trumpet sounded, this time louder. No doubt the source was coming nearer. The attacking army, thousands upon thousands of hearty, rugged souls, stood still as statues.

Then the ground shook and the pachyderms roared and reared on their haunches, sending their riders tumbling. Horses whinnied and bolted through the crowd, trampling dozens of men in their paths. Another vigorous earthquake forced virtually everyone to hands and knees. The city’s defenders, a ragtag mix of farmers, shopkeepers and young men still without wives, took cover behind the ramparts.

“It’s coming!” one of the attacking soldiers cried.


All heads turned to the mountainside, to a solid slab of rock known as The Promontory. Silence. Not one soul dared take a breath. The entire valley, it seemed, had gone still, as a single figure appeared, climbing so quickly it was nearly impossible to follow. An initial, collective breath of fear. But then, when it became obvious the lone individual was but a tiny, furry thing no bigger than an overfed feline, another collective breath issued forth, this time one of relief. A tiny yet majestic figure stood firm in the distance. In the wind, its shaggy hair tossed and whipped about, blowing into its miniature face.

Giggles matured into laughter, then into an anxious flood of hysterics. Men slapped their own thighs and patted the backs of their comrades and stomped on the ground with their hand-sewn leather boots. The clowns and merrymakers stood from their hiding spots and reveled once again in the newly boisterous atmosphere, doing their best to create even more cheer.

“That? That is the fearsome and all powerful protector?”

“It’s not terrifying!”

“Look, it’s just a little thing!”

“How can such a small creature be so dangerous?”

Surly men jutted their jaws and tightened their lips, showing off black stubs for teeth, those who had teeth at all. Through the haze and the smoke, high above the mammoths and the towering platforms, Kubi’s protector stood proud and tall—well, at least proud—his steady gaze fixed on the marauding militia. From there things became confusing. To Kubi it seemed as if the rock cropping where his protector had been standing filled with shadow, though there was scarcely a cloud in the sky. The dark area increased in size, overtaking the mountainside in a hurry. With shocking speed, the distant landscape grew the same brownish tint, the same color as his little friend.

Kubi blinked his unbelieving eyes. Closer inspection told him what he already knew. The shadow, spreading like a plague, was actually a great number of Tanakee, thousands of them, all exactly the same—silvery brown with a blazing, determined glare.


“Which one?” Shantu shouted over the panic beginning to spread among the invading army.

“All of them!” Kubi swept his arm.

“It-it can’t be!” Shantu’s jaw gaped open. Kubi knew better. His protector had mystical abilities. He’d seen Orzabal divide into duplicates before, though never like this. This was different, almost inconceivable. He tried to calculate the numbers, and found it too difficult.

The foothills rumbled with movement, and the besieging army cowered at the base of the ancient city walls. Kubi saw a line of Tanakee cresting over the soldiers like a wave. Men tried to fight, arms raised, swords slashing, arrows cutting the wind. The massive army of miniscule monsters was too nimble, too fast, and the soldiers became overwhelmed. Tanakee after Tanakee after Tanakee, suffocating and overpowering everything in their paths, reducing the once brutish and rowdy warriors to blubbering, whining, crying infants.

And just like that, the battlefield, strewn with bodies, smoky with the raging fires of war, lay in quiet. Orzabal, in an amazing instant, became a single individual again, returning to his regular self, a small and furry thing with eyes the color of the rising sun and the most spectacular emerald markings on the tips of each cheek. The teeming horde of little creatures, which had only seconds earlier conquered like a swarm of locusts, were gone.

Kubi smiled at his protector. In two deceptively large and quick bounds, the little creature stood on the parapet, his shaggy hair tossing in the breeze.

“Kubi, you must leave this place. It’s not safe here.”

“But my father’s apparatus,” Kubi protested. “It’s not completed yet.”

Orzabal shook his head. “Then it is not the time.”

“What do you mean,” Shantu stood over his son’s shoulder. “Time for what?”

Without words, Orzabal gestured upward, where the clouds had begun to take on sinister shapes, whipping with supernatural swiftness, swirling like dark dragons veiled in silver satin. The thick haze layer shrouded the menacing objects, yet they were plainly visible to Kubi.

“What are those things!”

“Nagas,” Orzabal’s stoic monotone made Kubi even more uneasy. “We must leave this place!”

The sky seemed to split open, and from the fissure spilled a legion of long, slender beings with sleek wings. They undulated in groupings much the same as flocks of birds, but these were no birds. Cutting through the wind in hungry pursuit of prey. Clacking and clicking with thousands of rigid talons.

Muscular men inside the city struggled to remove the bars from the doors and a mass exodus began. Mothers carrying children. Fathers leading oxen and horses. Young people rushing like deer, shouting and pointing up at the dark devils plunging from above.

“Come with me!” Orzabal took Kubi’s hand. “Run, young True Soul, run!”

“Father!” Kubi glanced back as they hurried from the shattered citadel. “FATHER!” he heard nothing besides the constant clamor of battle. The groans of the city’s defenders. The shrieks of the attacking serpents. Kubi felt a hole inside his gut where his stomach should have been. Suddenly he caught a vision, or the lack of one. An emptiness, a loss beyond comprehension. His father. Something was wrong.

He dug in his heels and forced Orzabal to stop, not such an easy task. When their eyes met, Kubi knew. He asked anyway.

“My father is hurt, isn’t he?”

“We must continue. We must go. You must live,” Orzabal pleaded. “Kubi, do not stop now. You must live.”

“But my Father!”

“He wants you to live. He sacrificed himself so that you would.”


“Kubi, listen. You must survive!”

The city walls behind them began to fall inward. The very metropolis was crashing down onto itself. Kubi didn’t care what Orzabal said. He had to help his father.

“I’m going back!”

“No! Wait!” Orzabal stopped him. “I’ll go! Get out of here!”

Kubi didn’t have the chance to argue. Orzabal left him in a cloud of dust, straight to the city entrance, now not much more than a mound of debris. Kubi wanted to follow, and did. For two steps. Then someone grabbed him up and carried him from the battle, from the destruction, from his father—and his protector.

“NO!” Kubi let out all his pain, all his loss, all his emotions in one final cry, knowing his protector was gone. His father and the apparatus—all lost.

TERESA EXHALED UNTIL she had no breath remaining in her lungs. She watched while brick and mortar and wood, as if by some unseen hands, built up piece by piece, until four solid walls hid away the mass of invading serpents, concealed the Tigris valley, and blocked Kubi from view as he sobbed on the mountainside. All of so-called reality bounced back into place when she closed the storybook, and Kid Castle, inside Winmart Food Store, in the town of Willow, Oregon, once again encompassed the storyteller and her bedazzled audience.

Before her were twenty-three pairs of wide, motionless eyes, along with twenty-three wide, motionless mouths. Each and every soul inside Kid Kastle had been transported to the sleepy dream realm where her stories became so real that every smell, every sound, every touch became truth. Each and every soul was convinced indeed, save for one strong-willed individual, a boy no older than six, red-haired and freckled and obviously suffering from hay fever.

“Did that really happen?” he crossed his arms and sniffled.

Teresa cleared her throat. “Children? Did that really happen?”

A little girl with pigtails and braces nodded with conviction.

“Of course it happened. We all saw it. Right, guys?”

“YEAH” the entire audience erupted. Well, not the entire audience.

“Oh yeah?” the boy held his convictions firm. “I don’t believe it!”

Teresa leaned and captured him with her enchanting smile. “Oh, you will believe, young man. You will believe!”

JACK JAMES and the CALL of the TANAKEE Available Now on Amazon!


Cover Reveal ~ GHOST GUARD a paranormal-romance action thriller

My amazingly talented cover artist and loving wife Krystle just completed the art for my upcoming novel, GHOST GUARD and even though it won’t be released until September, the cover is so good, I had to share it with you now.

Here it is!

GHOST GUARD is 60 percent paranormal romance, 30 percent action thriller, 10 percent comedy, and 100 percent fun. Think Ghostbusters meets James Bond with a pinch or two of Underworld and you have GHOST GUARD.

I’ll blog more about the September release in the coming weeks, giving you the lowdown on exactly when this novel will be available. Thanks for visiting!


Cemetery Planet III ~ Unspeakable plans…A quest to locate an ancient love…A war to end all wars!

A new Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance Thriller Novelette from the Amazon bestselling J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection.


Alone. Trapped. Confined to mere centimeters in each direction. Harvey Crane is in trouble. In his quest to locate Lea, he finds himself up against forces he doesn’t understand. Unspeakable plans have been set into motion, and Harvey discovers things have gone from bad to much, much worse on…CEMETERY PLANET.

The Cemetery Planet Series
Cemetery Planet I
Cemetery Planet II
Cemetery Planet III
Cemetery Planet IV
Cemetery Planet – The Complete Series


CEMETERY PLANET II – An out-of-this-world sequel!

Now Available!

I’m proud to announce my latest Sci-Fi/Thriller, CEMETERY PLANET II, the second in what will be a series of four installments. The story picks up right where the first one left off, plunging Harvey, and the reader, into an instant adventure.

A new Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance Thriller Novelette from the Amazon bestselling J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection.

Part II in the CEMETERY PLANET Series.

“This was great! A total page turner! I was on the edge of my seat!!!”
— Kathie B

800 years in the future. A lonely world teeming with graves. A desolate corner of the galaxy.

Harvey Crane wants to forget his year-long stay as caretaker at the biggest necropolis ever created. His only desire is to leave with the woman he loves, despite the fact that she’s been dead for nearly eight centuries. How foolish he is, though, to think he can ever escape the ghosts of…CEMETERY PLANET.

The Cemetery Planet Series
Cemetery Planet I
Cemetery Planet II
Cemetery Planet III
Cemetery Planet IV
Cemetery Planet – The Complete Series



Cemetery Planet is now available (Click here)

A new Sci-Fi Paranormal Romance Thriller Novelette from the Amazon bestselling J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection.

Part I in the CEMETERY PLANET Series.

“I loved it! I loved the suspense, I loved the atmosphere, I loved the originality of the idea! I want sequels!!!”
— Claire B

It’s eight hundred years in the future, a time when the Earth had become so populated, all graveyards had to be relocated to another planet. It’s an entire world of graves in a lonely, desolate part of the galaxy, and Harvey Crane, the sole caretaker, finds he’s not alone onCEMETERY PLANET.

The Cemetery Planet Series
Cemetery Planet I
Cemetery Planet II
Cemetery Planet III
Cemetery Planet IV
Cemetery Planet – The Complete Series


FREEZER…a demon zombie apocalypse!

All four parts of the FREEZER Saga together in one chilling collection.

“I was unable to put my Kindle down
once I had started reading… that unexpected twist at the end… Of course we’re always expecting a twist – just, well, not that one.”
— F.J. Langridge

By the time Eddy Mitchell discovers his gramma’s freezer is cursed, it’s too late. The bloodthirsty and relentless murder spree has begun.

It was that freezer. I swear the thing’s cursed. It’s cursed by Hell itself, and damns whoever owns it into feeding it human flesh. It must be destroyed!

The nightmare doesn’t end with dear old gramma. In part two, his mother gets wrapped up in the mayhem and becomes a ferocious servant to Hell. In part three, Eddy wages a battle for control over his own body before everything he holds dear is destroyed forever. Lastly, in the final, cataclysmic part four, the evil has taken over his five-year-old son, Brenton, and Eddy must save the world from a demon zombie apocalypse.

…Death is cold.



Part IV in the FREEZER Saga.

“It all goes together so well that I was unable to put my Kindle down once I had started reading!”
— F.J. Langridge

My name is Eddy Mitchell, and my boy’s an ax murderer.

Eddy thought he’d overcome the demons that had once controlled him. He thought he’d ended the curse of the sinister freezer for good. To his anguish, the evil wouldn’t be denied, and the demons have possessed his five-year-old son, Brenton.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would come to this. My boy. My wonderful Brenton. I never thought he’d turn into a bloodthirsty beast.

It’s a final, cataclysmic ending. Can Eddy save his son from a fate worse than death? Can he save the world from a demon zombie apocalypse?

MY BOY’S FREEZER…Death is cold.



Now Available!

A Novelette from the J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection

“My name is Eddy Mitchell, and I’m an ax murderer.”

Eight years after the grisly freezer murders, Eddy thinks he’s beaten the curse. He’s got a new family and a new life. He just wants to move on. But one day a surprise delivery shows up on his doorstep–his gramma’s possessed freezer. Now he becomes a servant to the gods of the underworld, consumed by a satanic hunger for death.

“No living being, no human soul has a chance against such overwhelming evil. The owner of that freezer must take lives.”

It’s a race against time as Eddy wages a battle for control over his own body before the beasts within him are unleashed, and before everything he holds dear is destroyed forever.

MY FREEZER…Your blood will run cold.



Announcing the release of my latest novella, MAMA’S FREEZER, Part II in the Freezer Series.

“My name is Eddy Mitchell, and my mom’s an ax murderer.”

The possessed freezer is back, and this time it has its evil fangs sunk deep into Eddy’s mother, turning a kindhearted woman into a homicidal maniac soccer mom. In her enduring and insatiable quest for human flesh, she takes fourteen-year-old Eddy, his friend Brent, and Brent’s girlfriend, Shannon, on the minivan ride from Hell, leaving behind a gory trail of destruction in the badlands of the Snake River Plain. As the body count rises, Eddy realizes he’s got to do something desperate to stop the slaughter, stop his satanically-controlled mother, and end the bloody reign of that deadly freezer once and for all.

Mama’s Freezer…It’ll put a chill in your bones.

Gramma’s Freezer FREE for two days only!

Hello, horror fans!

To celebrate the upcoming release of MAMA’S FREEZER, I am giving away FREE Kindle copies of the first book in the series, GRAMMA’S FREEZER. A cursed freezer once owned by a notorious serial killer turns Gramma into a crazed maniac with a propensity for gruesome and cold-blooded murder. Now Eddy has to find a way to stop her before she kills the entire population of her small Idaho town. GRAMMA’S FREEZER…it’s chilling! And it’s free, Tuesday and Wednesday, Feb 19 and 20.

Take this opportunity to download what readers have called: “A Classic” and “@#$&%ing awesome!!!!”


Announcing HORROR FOUR: Anthology of Terror

The last few months, I’ve been writing a new novelette a month and putting them for sale individually for 99 cents. For those readers who prefer a more substantial download, I am offering the HORROR FOUR series. Each volume will contain, you guessed it, four horror stories. Volume One consists of:

Brain Food – Bestselling author Stanley Cox looks to cure his writer’s block and finds…Brain food.

Your Number – A Hollywood star learns of a strange curse killing young celebrities who’ve used their real names.

STP – It’s the biggest ride of the year, and nothing will stop Parker from going, not even a psycho killer on the rampage.

Fugue – Paul can’t escape from the atrocities he’s committed in the past, nor the memory of the woman he’s always loved.

Buy HORROR FOUR and you will be getting four stories for the price of three…what a deal!


STP my newest Novelette of Horror ~ Now Available!

Now Available!

A Novelette from the J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection

A murderer is strangling and slicing his way across the Pacific Northwest, and the Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic cuts a swath directly through his path. It’s the biggest ride of the year, and nothing is going to stop Parker from going, not even a psycho killer on the rampage. But, when an accident forces the regular bike course to take a detour into the back country of rural Oregon, Parker finds himself pedaling into a hell on earth. It’s a trip to the precipice of madness, where unspeakable acts of horror are tucked away in the winding back roads of bucolic small-town America. And Parker, on the verge of his doom, comes to wish he’d never decided to ride the STP.


BANK OWNED ~ Horror Novella Now Available

A new erotic thriller Novella from the Amazon bestselling J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection. AVAILABLE NOW!

“GREAT STORY! The story revolves around a couple purchasing a dream home at a dream price. As they move in, the house moves into their minds, it brings out their deepest fears to the surface until they are at the brink of madness.”
— Yvonne B.

Rumors have persisted about the big house at the end of Pebble Creek Road for years. People say it’s a black hole. New occupants move in, never to be seen or heard from again. There are other rumors, too. Rumors residents in the tiny community of Vernonia, Oregon, are afraid to repeat. Locals call it the Castle. Brian and Angela Mason call the foreclosure the home of their dreams. A place to start a family. A place to grow old. Little do they know, it’s also a place to die.

BANK OWNED is sexual, erotic and terrifying. Not intended for Children.


YOUR NUMBER ~ Now Available

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Another Novelette from the J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection

When rising Hollywood star Kate Rome learns about a strange hex which supposedly kills young celebrities who’ve used their real names, she doesn’t believe it. Then her best friend dies, followed by her twin sister, both under mysterious circumstances, and she doesn’t know where to turn. Tormented by the cryptic signs, hunted by a shadowy demon, she seeks the help of a powerful child mystic before it’s too late to stop the curse of…Your Number.


BITTER COLD ~ Don’t Go into the Snow

BITTER COLD is now available!

A full-length novel from the J. Joseph Wright Horror Collection

Journalist April Murray always went after her stories with the tenacity of a pit-bull, only she never thought she’d be covering her own demise. Braving a winter storm, in a sleepy Oregon town, she investigates a possible radiation leak at a defunct nuclear plant. What starts as a routine assignment takes an ominous turn when a boy is attacked by a lethal and mysterious predator that lurks in the snow, turning it black as night. With the help of a local handyman and his son, April finds herself in a battle for her life, and soon discovers the ravenous creature living in the frost isn’t the only one who wants her dead.

Bitter Cold…Don’t go into the snow.


GRAMMA’S FREEZER ~ Now Available!


“My name is Eddy Mitchell, and my gramma’s an ax murderer.”

So begins my latest tale of horror, this time from the perspective of a fourteen-year-old boy who goes to stay with his gramma for the summer. Things don’t go as planned when Eddy, the very minute he arrives, finds something’s not quite right with Gramma, and it ain’t Alzheimer’s.

He soon discovers his gramma has picked up a propensity for gruesome and coldblooded murder, and learns from his friend the reason why–a cursed freezer that used to be owned by a notorious serial killer. Now Eddy has to find a way to stop her before she kills the entire population of her small Idaho town.

GRAMMA’S FREEZER…it’s chilling!

Brain Food ~ How Far Would You Go?

BRAIN FOOD is Now Available on Amazon! Deliciously evil, Brain Food will haunt you forever!

I’m proud to announce the upcoming release of my next horror novelette: Brain Food. Here’s the cover, designed by my fabulous partner in literary crime, my wife, Krystle.

Spooky, huh? (click for a closer look)

Here’s the rundown:

Former New York Times Bestselling author Stanley Cox is desperate. His five-year-long writer’s block has plunged his career, and his life, into a downward spiral. A last-ditch search for a cure brings him to a lonely Mexican barrio, to an old man who promises to rejuvenate his mind with a special substance. How far will Stan go to achieve success? Is he prepared to pay the ultimate price? Is he willing to dance with the devil, and eat the—Brain Food?


Technology of the Teddy Bear ~ Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear

“Guys, I’ve developed a device that will harness the power of the omnidimensional field, giving its user the ability to basically become a…a superhuman!”

In JACK JAMES AND THE TRIBE OF THE TEDDY BEAR, not only does Jack James find a mysterious creature posing as a stuffed toy, his dad is also a genius inventor who’s developed a monumental new technology. The Omega/Alpha, or O/A, is Ben James’ lifelong dream, an interdimensional masterpiece, and he’s certain it will change the human race forever.

When most people think of different dimensions, they think of warping to other worlds, or traveling back and forward in time–the standard Dr. Who and Stargate stuff. The O/A represents a shift, a new idea in the realm of Science Fiction. To learn more, let’s hear from the inventor, himself:

“Essentially, it’s quite simple. Currently it’s common knowledge in quantum mechanics that other dimensions exist, countless other dimensions, actually. And in each of those dimensions is another Amelia Klein, another Jack James…I call them dimensional duplicates. Remember, there are infinite parallel universes, and therefore infinite duplicates. Now imagine having a device that combines the energy, the power of all of your dimensional duplicates into one.”

That’s right. The O/A gives its user unlimited power, both mentally, and physically…

Threateningly, two muscular agents stood in his way. He pictured himself tossing them aside with a flick of his wrist. The O/A responded. The dimensional energy fluctuated, creating in him strength unrivaled by any mortal. Using one arm, he swept the pair away easily.

He didn’t wait to see if they’d been hurt. Though he didn’t want them sneaking up on him, something told him it wouldn’t matter. He’d know, just like he knew where Savage had gone. A feeling told him. The O/A? Probably…He already knew it gave him clairvoyance. It made perfect sense, too. If it combined the physical strength of the multiverse into his body, why not the mental power, too?

Of course that power comes at a cost. Infinite numbers of minds melding into one can pose quite a problem to the unprepared, as Ben soon finds out…

Ben felt himself crumbling, unable to sustain the level of focus the O/A required. The relentless demands on his psyche were taking their toll. The thoughts came too quickly, layering over and over until his stomach convulsed. It was too much—too much to think, too much to comprehend. Under the mental barrage, his command of the O/A slipped away.

Each of the Archer Savage buildings rumbled at its foundation, dust and debris dropping from the rooftops. Ben noticed someone through the scarred concrete—Lily. The O/A gave him the enhanced senses to see his daughter, then his wife, rubble falling on them both. Right then he understood he had to turn down his machine. His failure to control it was putting his own family in peril. Again.

Ben has a difficult time keeping his new machine under control, and his mistakes are causing mayhem all over the town of Willow, Oregon. He needs to figure it out quick, though. Some dark and powerful forces are after his son, Jack, and Takota, the stuffed animal who turns out to be more than a simple teddy bear.

Need more? TRIBE OF THE TEDDY BEAR is available now!!


Artwork: Transcendent Fantasy by MagicMan


A Friday the 13th Short: Check the Furnace, Walter!

In honor of Friday the 13th, here’s a quick and dirty short story bound to give you the creeps…

“NO!” Walter Moore covered his eyes with both hands, then peeked at the corpse laying on the floor. “What’ve I done! I just killed someone! In cold blood!”

He went over the whole chain of events in his mind. The stranger had knocked on Walter’s door. He’d said he was in an accident and asked to use the phone. The tall man with black hair and a pencil mustache had made Walter uneasy from the start, so he refused. When the guy started getting belligerent about it, Walter hated him even more.

In the heat of the argument, the man approached Walter as if to strike him. Walter dodged and then shoved the man down, causing him to crack his skull on the concrete. Fatally.

“I don’t even know your name,” Walter said to the dead man. He searched for a wallet or some kind of personal identification, but found nothing.

“Well, John Doe, looks like it’s the furnace for you–if I want to save my own ass. Nobody was with you, so nobody will suspect a thing.”

He carried the man and all his possessions into the cellar. Then he threw the evidence into the blazing wood furnace. In no time, Walter was confident, nothing would be left of the mysterious John Doe, so he decided to go upstairs.

It was time for Walter’s favorite television program, “Shop Talk.” He turned on the TV, sat in his easy chair, and watched.

“Hello, everybody. I’m Jim Peters, and this is Shop Talk. Today, we’re going to hear from Mark McKibben about what kind of cement works best for porches. But first, here’s John Doe to tell us about the latest in wood furnaces.”

The man on the screen was the same man Walter had killed! Tall, black hair, thin mustache.

“Thanks, Jim,” the man said. “First, I want to give a shout out to my good buddy, Walter Moore. Without you, Walter, I wouldn’t be here today.”

Walter was stunned. His hands trembled as he hit the remote control, but the screen didn’t change. Walter stared at the man’s hideous grin as he repeated: “Check the furnace, Walter. Check the furnace.”

He flew from his chair and paced in a frenzy while the words, “Check the furnace, Walter,” echoed through his brain.

“I can’t take it!” Walter screamed. “I can’t check the furnace!” he took his old Colt 45 from the drawer where he kept it loaded and ready. He pointed the gun to his lips, yelled, “Someone else is gonna have to check the furnace!” and pulled the trigger.

Walter’s TV was still on, and his favorite program was about to end.

“Well, that about does it for today’s show,” the host said. “Tomorrow, Walter Moore will be here to tell us all about handguns. Until then, this is Jim Peters for Shop Talk.”


Meet The Tribe! The Characters from Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear: Takota

Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear begins with Takota–trapped, alone, helpless. After learning of a terrible plot to enslave his species, he uses his mystical powers to escape from ruthless businessman Archer Savage. A delivery truck transports him to a supermarket in a sleepy Oregon coastal town where 10-year-old Jack finds him…

On the dark concrete floor, a tiny animal stared at Jack with the most sincere expression. The size of a small dog, or a large cat, and covered in mottled gray brown fur that had seen better days, it seemed damp and cold and tired. Even so, it had a majestic quality. Shaggy hair fell over its forehead a little, and tiny ears stuck out from under tufts of fuzz.

Jack smiled, knowing he should have been afraid. A warm wave of contentment swept over him, though, when he looked into those enormous, coppery eyes. Weirdest of all, on the tops of each cheek, it had areas of slightly ridged, bare skin, both the color and shape of a leaf.

When Doug the deliveryman and Jack’s mom, Liz, try to see what Jack is looking at, something strange occurs…

Then an amazing thing happened. The little creature, which at first appeared so realistic, all of the sudden went limp and lifeless. Even its gaze went from glimmering and vibrant to dull and glassy.

Doug lifted it above his shoulders.

“It’s a…” he said with a chuckle. “Why it’s, it’s…”

The stockroom door flew open. Roberta dragged her mortified son behind her.

“It’s just a teddy bear!” she chastised Dillon, pointing at the lifeless thing in Doug’s hands. “You’re afraid of a teddy bear?”

Takota convinces everyone but Jack he’s a teddy bear. Jack is forced to put the supposed toy in the Lost and Found. After closing time, Takota learns the sweet rewards of life in a supermarket…

His nose twitched. He perked up, noticing a wonderful smell. The fatigue melted away when he ripped open one of the tiny bags, releasing its multicolored contents onto the floor. He picked up a green one and popped it in his mouth, allowing it to hit every taste bud on his tongue. The flavor exploded. A slight tingle cascaded into an avalanche of sweet delight, hard on the outside, smooth and sugary on the inside. After a few more mouthfuls, the pieces were gone and he contemplated eating the package, too. Instead, he licked it profusely, then examined the brightly decorated markings. ‘M&M’s,’ it read. There it was. M&M’s. His new favorite food.

However, life in the store isn’t all fun and games. Takota soon meets other Tanakee like himself, and learns they’ve been running from the same dark forces. Takota decides he needs to go, but a another fateful encounter with Jack triggers overwhelming feelings, and strange new powers…

Takota saw endless sets of situations, countless individual paths, all the different decisions he could make, a life-sized map going on and on. How and why he possessed the ability to read the mystical blueprints expanding before him, he had no clue. All he did was focus on Jack. Then a blinding streak guided him along the innumerable possible choices, enabling him to navigate the store full of wandering employees in less than a blink of an eye.

Feeling a duty to help Jack, he saves the boy’s life. Their bond solidifies when a magical storyteller informs Takota of the true reason for his not-so-chance encounter with the young human–to be his protector. The sinister forces sweep in. Savage and his evil boss, Davos, threaten Jack’s life. Takota fights valiantly to defend the young human, but his fledgling powers fail him. Luckily they escape, leaving Takota with serious doubts he’ll ever live up to being Jack’s protector…

Takota sighed. Then he half laughed. “It’s my job to protect you.”

Jack shrugged. “I don’t see it that way. The way I see it, we protect each other.”

“No!” Takota stomped his foot. “I protect you. That’s the way it goes. At least that’s the way it’s supposed to go,” he stared down again. “I can’t do it, Jack.”

“What do you mean?”

“I failed. When Davos tried to attack you, I couldn’t fight him off. I couldn’t protect you. I’m not a protector…I can’t do anything about Davos if I can’t use these powers. They only come and go, and sometimes they don’t come at all. Back there, when I was fighting, or trying to fight, I didn’t feel anything. No special abilities, no instant knowledge—nothing. Why? Why can’t I do it all the time?”

Can Takota overcome his crisis of confidence and learn to harness his budding supernatural abilities in time to help save Jack from further harm? Read JACK JAMES AND THE TRIBE OF THE TEDDY BEAR to find out!

Join the Tribe! Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear is here!

It’s done!

Finally, after nearly two years of hard work, sweat and lots of tears, Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear is available on Amazon in eBook & Paperback formats!

These two years sure have been a journey. All the writing and rewriting, editing, reading, editing, and reading some more. SHEW! I’ll tell you, it’s much more work than it may seem to write a full-length novel, especially one with multiple characters and plot lines. In the end, I am so pleased with the book, and I truly think you will be, too. That is, if you like action, adventure, mystery, way-cool science fiction and magic, and, oh yeah, cute little furry critters who don’t take flack from anybody (no matter how big).

Tribe of the Teddy Bear truly is an epic adventure, and it represents an epic part of my life. I thought up the concept way back in 1988. At that time it was just a few sentences in my writer’s journal, a funny little idea about a group of creatures posing as stuffed animals and running amok in a supermarket during closing time.

Then the idea grew. Back in 2000, in a class at Portland State University, I decided to use the story for a screenplay and added a ten-year-old boy to the mix. But that class was only a few weeks long, and I was able to finish just one act of what was supposed to be a three-act script. Thus Tribe was relegated to the dustbin of unfinished manuscripts all of us writers seem to have.

Fast forward to 2006. I dug out that old idea, dusted it off, and started to do some research. Much like the discovery process Jack and Amelia go through in the story, I developed the idea of a new species of animal called, Tanakee. From there I created five creatures, all with their own special abilities and distinct personalities. But then life got in the way and I had to put aside the project once again.

Then, in 2010, after getting married to my life partner, Krystle, and moving into a peaceful place in the country, the stage was set for me to make a major push. I added some ‘oomph’ to the boy’s character (borrowing from a short story I’d written in high school) and made him a young genius who’s dad builds a revolutionary machine. To ramp up the conflict, I created what hopefully will be memorable antagonists in Davos Mann and his greedy subordinate, Archer Savage. Davos especially is pernicious. He’s fun, I’ll blog about Davos later.

Right now I just want to catch my breath. But not for long. I need to get started writing the second book in the series. Plus, this is when the real work begins, as all writers know–the self-promotion. I find it enjoyable, though, to be honest. It’s fun connecting with readers and other writers. I love the new paradigm we live in where an artist can deliver his or her work directly to fans without having to go through a gatekeeper or middleman. It’s truly a wonderful time to be a writer. And a reader.

So, if you have the time, go to Amazon and take a look at the free preview for Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear. I think you’ll be hooked after the first chapter!


Writing without a net…

Is this you?

How do you write? Do you deliberate every word, carefully choosing the perfect verb, noun, adjective, fine tuning each phrase along the way? Self-editing is what I call it. It’s something I used to do–and it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong because quite some time ago I crossed a threshold, turned a corner in my writing and haven’t looked back. Instead of doting on things like repetitive wordings known as echoes, run-on sentences, spelling mistakes, poor syntax, illogical plot holes and twists, I forge ahead, knowing all can be fixed.

Writing is rewriting.

As a young writer, the first time I heard that phrase I said, “Bull! How can that be? I work hard putting my words on paper and what I write is perfect the first time I write it!” Of course I was wrong. That was my problem, though. I felt as if things needed to be perfect the first time around, which is the way many other writers now feel. This very attitude, I believe, is what causes the widely-hated affliction known as writer’s block. A writer puts pressure on herself to be unerring, to paint beautiful prose the first time, every time, and that pressure leads to mental blockages, which in turn lead to frustration and ultimately a dusty keyboard.

In my new paradigm, there is no such thing as writer’s block. The first draft might be an ugly, ugly thing to behold, but it get’s written. Before I learned to let go and write freely, my word totals were something like 500 per hour. Now, after the constraints have been lifted, my WPH averages around 1500, with surges toward two thousand–an incredible jump.

On one of my projects I’ve decided to take this uninhibited style of writing to its extreme. No outlines, no notes, no planning whatsoever. Just take an original idea and sit and write. Of course the strategy isn’t without its risks. I’ve been working on this project for months now, have nearly 200k words written and have only begun to get a grasp on where it’s heading. With that said, I must admit the story which has been extracted from the depth of my creativity I never would have thought up even in the most diligent attempts at outlining.

There are some things that cannot be planned. They just have to happen spontaneously, and the only way to make that happen in your writing is to write without a net.

Please look for Tribe of the Teddy Bear, coming June 30!!


Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear Extended Synopsis!

Hello, everybody!

We’re gearing up for our grand release on June 30th. For everybody who’s as excited as we are about Jack James and the Tribe Of The Teddy Bear, here’s another sneak peek. This time it’s the flap copy.

Welcome to the Tribe!

Ten-year-old Jack James has a secret. In the supermarket where his mom Liz works, he’s made the discovery of a lifetime–a live animal, unknown to science, pretending to be a teddy bear. Or is it only his vivid imagination? Liz thinks it’s the stress of their broken family, torn apart by her husband Ben’s obsession with a revolutionary invention he calls the O/A, a device he says will change the course of history. But when Jack is rescued from a nasty fall by the mysterious being, he’s convinced it’s real…

Caged, alone, starving, Takota seems helpless–or is he? Upon learning of a dreadful plot to enslave his species, he escapes from ruthless businessman Archer Savage, launching a full-scale search in the sleepy coastal town of Willow, Oregon. On the run, he encounters others of his kind, the Tanakee, living carefree in a local supermarket, disguised as stuffed animals. With Savage and his sinister client Davos Mann closing in, Takota knows he has to leave the lap of luxury before he brings serious trouble to his new friends. But when he meets a young human named Jack, powers are unlocked inside of him, powers like he’s never known…

When one of the Tanakee is captured by the shadowy Davos, a dark scheme to destroy the universe moves forward. After a storytelling enchantress teaches them of a centuries-old bond between humans and Tanakee, Jack and Takota are thrust toward their shared fate. They embark on a journey which blurs the line between science and magic, encountering an aggressive Bigfoot army, a collection of mystical forest dwellers, a legendary monster from deep under the Graveyard of the Pacific, along with enemies from within. Takota must conquer strong inner turmoil and learn the true nature of his supernatural gifts, while Jack has to help his dad harness the O/A’s incredible capabilities in the hopes of rescuing them all from certain extinction.


Presenting, The Cover ~ Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear

Exactly two months before we release Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear it is our special honor to officially unveil the cover.

Here it is! (click on the image for a better view)

Krystle really put some long, hard hours in on this. She took my original, primitive idea and designed a masterpiece, a work of art that stands on its own. As an author I’m proud to have my writing represented by this amazing design.

What do you think? Please leave a comment and let us know.

AND, as an added bonus, just for you, here’s a short description of Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear:

Welcome to the Tribe!

Ten-year-old Jack James has a secret. He’s found a teddy bear he swears is really a mysterious animal with supernatural abilities. Soon he discovers its name is Takota, a Tanakee on the run from some ruthless and sinister forces. After a storytelling enchantress teaches them of a centuries-old bond between humans and Tanakee as well as an ancient evil bent on destroying the entire universe, Jack and Takota are thrust toward their shared fate. On their journey for survival, Takota must conquer strong inner turmoil and learn the true nature of his emerging mystical powers, while Jack has to help harness a revolutionary device invented by his father in the hopes of rescuing them all from certain extinction.

Next week: The Flap Copy


The Holoversarium ~ Jack James and the Tribe Of The Teddy Bear

Jack James and the Tribe Of The Teddy Bear is a Sci-fi/Fantasy about a boy named Jack James who finds a mysterious creature with supernatural powers posing as a stuffed animal. In this selection we learn that Jack has some interesting abilities of his own.

Amelia sat on the only uncluttered chair in the room, crossed her arms and stared at him. Then she raised her head and smiled. “Hey, what’s that thing?”

“Huh? What thing?”

“Behind you.”

“Oh that,” Jack shrugged. “That’s nothing.”

“Come on, tell me. It looks like something to me.”

“Really, it’s nothing. Just one of my projects,” he turned and picked up the black cylinder with its domed, crystalline top. “I call it my Holoversarium.”

“Your holo-what?”

He giggled. “Holoversarium.”

“Never heard of one.”

“That’s because there aren’t any others. I invented it.”

She ran her fingers along the outside edge of the dome. “What does it do?”

“It uses the latest high-definition space imagery to create a deep field holograph of the universe. Then it projects it at any scale I want.”

“Space imagery? You mean satellites? Like Hubble?”

He chuckled again. “Yeah, that’s one of them. The most famous one. There are others, too. And not just satellites. I use all kinds of observational spacecraft, some the public have heard of, some are top secret.”

She eyed him. “So what, you hacked into a top secret satellite?”

“I decline to answer the question on the grounds that it may incriminate me,” he smiled.

“Show me,” she gave him a look he couldn’t refuse.

He brought the shoebox-sized machine to the center of the room and placed it on a chair which had two large packages stacked already. It wobbled yet he managed to get it to sit still.

“There,” he said. “That’s probably high enough. This room’s pretty small so you won’t get the full effect, but here goes.”

He plugged it in and flipped the ‘on’ switch, letting its tiny motor hum. Then he turned off the lights and punched a command on his computer. A white beam came out the top of the dome, hitting the ceiling. He clicked then dragged his mouse, spreading the ray in all directions at once, making a three dimensional map of the stars. Tiny speckles surrounded both Jack and Amelia, masses and masses of glittery objects swirling in slow motion, churning in a vast interstellar sea.

He pointed to a pinwheel of light. “This is the Milky Way galaxy,” he pulled the mouse toward him. The small, bright dots slowed their movements and grew bigger and bigger, zeroing in on a ball of fiery gold encircled by smaller spheres. Amelia put her hand on her cheeks.

“Wow! That’s our solar system! Look! There’s earth!” she pointed at a blue and white orb as it circled the much larger sun, which was so bright it nearly blinded the both of them.

“Yep,” he rolled the mouse the opposite direction until the planets and giant sun got smaller and smaller and the swirling mass of glittering points came back into view. “I can zoom out twenty-eight gigaparsecs to show the entire known universe,” the field of stars grew even larger as the specks became tinier. Comets and cloudy nebulas and supercluster upon supercluster sped past them as he brought it to the extreme setting, a full virtual scope of the cosmos.

Amelia stood in astonishment, her hands drifting, trying to cup one of the tiny whirlpool galaxies as it glided next to her face, illuminating her eyes with its celestial glow. “Uncanny!” was all she could get out. She watched another mass of stars go by, this one more elliptical, reddish and hazy. She seemed almost overwhelmed by the nearly endless array of different groupings, the diverse colors. Yellow, blue and green—purple, red and orange. Some shined like beacons, some were dimmer and more subdued, all floated past her face, casting bold radiance on her olive skin.

Finally she managed to speak. “So, can you, like, zoom in on another galaxy?”

“Sure,” he answered. “Pick one.”

She pointed at a striking purple and cartwheel shaped galaxy with a yellowish center. “Here, this one.”

“Okay. Watch this,” a few strikes on the keyboard and the ring grew larger until it became the dominating feature in the room. A picture of the system showed on the computer screen. He maneuvered his cursor over a random area and double-clicked. The hologram zoomed in even further, penetrating the lavender fog. It looked like a camera mounted on a space ship as it sped faster and faster toward the interior of the galaxy, past star after star until it came upon one bright red giant with several tiny globes circling it.

“What is this place called?” she asked.

“No idea,” he read the screen. “This is way outside of our galactic group. It isn’t even in one of the named local superclusters. It’s uncharted space, so far.”

Amelia looked like she was going to say something then stopped with her mouth wide open. Her eyes narrowed. She bent in close. “What’s this here?”

“What’s what where?”

“Right here,” she pointed. “It gets really dark right here. Halfway into this solar system, it just like fades into nothing, look.”

He examined the area she was pointing at, not knowing what she meant. Then he did see something strange. “Hmm. You’re right. It is dark right there. Like the stars and planets just disappear.”

“What is it?”

He scratched his head. “I don’t know. It may be a blazar.”


“A supermassive black hole. Or it could be a void but I don’t think it’s either one,” he clicked and poured over the source code, searching for anything out of the ordinary. “I can’t find a reason for it. Must be some kind of glitch, I guess,” he half-smirked. “The Holoversarium isn’t one hundred percent perfected yet.”

“Whatever’s wrong I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” she watched a tiny planet with three tinier moons glide above her shoulders. “I gotta tell you, what you’ve made here is amazing.”

“It’s just a little project,” he pressed a key and the hologram collapsed, folding in until it was one solid, vivid line which drew into the black dome.

“A little project, huh?” she laughed. “Jack, that was amazing. I don’t think you realize just how brilliant you are.”

Need more? Jack James and the Tribe Of The Teddy Bear is coming to an online bookstore near you June 30, so tell your friends!


The Word Flu

There’s a bug going around. Call it a super flu. As in superfluous. You can tell the symptoms. Stuffed-up sentences. Runny prose. Congested copy. It seems to be especially infectious among us writers.

Don’t know what the heck I’m talking about? Despite the awkward metaphors, my point is this: too many writers are writing too many words. Useless, throwaway words. They clog up their otherwise brilliant stories, slowing the narrative, forcing their readers to waste too much valuable time.

Don’t get me wrong. I have the word flu, too. Only in my first drafts. First drafts are crap. They suck. At least they should. I wouldn’t let my cats look at my first drafts. They’re chock full of repetitions, gaps in the plots and too much description that bogs down the flow. But more than anything my first drafts have way too many unneeded words.

I believe wholeheartedly in the concept of the economy of language, so I cut mercilessly. Without remorse I take a cleaver to the first draft, hacking away large chunks. Then, in the second draft I use a scalpel and use more precision. Finally, in the later drafts, I use a thin razorblade for the finishing touches, shaving away the superfluous words which inevitably surface like a virus. After all of that I still seem to find some of the same words over and over.

Looking back on my copious edit notes for Tribe Of The Teddy Bear, I’ve pinpointed several of these ‘crutch’ words. Here are some of them, why they are unneeded, and how the prose works much better without them.

That: Something about ‘that.’ Many of us writers have the Thatbug. It pops up everywhere and nine times out of ten it’s not needed. Here’s an example: “He told me that you weren’t coming.” Sounds fine, yet “He told me you weren’t coming,” is much better.

But: I seem to like But (haha!) then again don’t we all? (haha!) Seriously, I’ve found it way too much in my writing. Often I can merely replace ‘but’ with ‘and’ and it works. Ex: “He tried running but tripped, falling on his face,” reads better as, “He tried running and tripped, falling on his face.”

Around: This word really gets ‘around’ in my writing. It seems like a useful word, yet can be a trap. Much like ‘that,’ many times it’s unnecessary. Ex: “He got up and scanned around the room,” is better like this, “He got up and scanned the room.” Other examples: “She turned around/She turned,” “Can you show me around the place?/Can you show me the place?”

Up: Such a simple, innocuous word. It’s even the title of a cute movie. Up, though, can bring your readers down if you overuse it. Many times with the use of a proper verb it’s unneeded. For example: “He stood up/He stood,” or “The bird flew up into the air/The bird flew into the air.”

Back: This word in itself isn’t a problem, it’s that I personally tend to overuse it. To avoid this I’ve found replacing it with ‘again’ is sufficient. Ex: “She ran back into the house,” becomes, “She ran into the house again,” or “He turned back to face his foe/He turned to face his foe again.”

It’s my hope this has helped you, if for no other reason than to make you aware of your own word flu. Find those crutch words and pound them into submission!

Look for Tribe Of The Teddy Bear June 30!!

Thank you for visiting 🙂


What is a Tanakee? ~ Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear

Jack James and the Tribe of the Teddy Bear is a science fiction/fantasy story about a ten year old boy, Jack James. One day Jack finds a strange-looking teddy bear at the store where his mother works and right away he thinks it may be a real, live animal. In this passage his best friend, Amelia Klein thinks he may be right, and she scours the internet to find the exact identity of the mysterious creature.

“Jack James, you sure have some interesting hobbies,” Amelia smiled.

He chuckled. “Hey. My life’s not all about weird little creatures pretending to be teddy bears.”

“Um, since you brought that up,” she sounded hesitant. “I hope you don’t mind, but I did a little digging, and you might be interested in what I found.”

She slipped the SD card out of her phone, inserted it into the port on Jack’s computer and clicked the mouse, opening a folder with pictures, data and video files.

“I had no idea where to start. We don’t know what it’s called, we don’t even know if it’s ever been documented. So I thought about it. This might sound crazy, but I got a pretty good look at it and you know what I think it looks like? A Bigfoot. It looks like a baby Bigfoot, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“There’s a ton of stuff on the internet about Bigfoot,” she clicked on a video icon. A shaky, grainy, poorly-framed motion picture of a large, apelike being played on the screen. It lumbered through dense forest for three strides before turning over its shoulder at the camera. “This is the famous Patterson‑Gimlin film taken in California. Everybody’s seen this.”

“That was proven to be a hoax, wasn’t it?” he squinted.

“Maybe, maybe not,” she clicked and opened a text file. “So many sightings have been reported, not only in the US, but from everywhere around the world. There’s the Native American Sasquatch and Skookum, the Yeren of China, the Yeti in Nepal, and the list goes on. Stories date back thousands of years, but there’s nothing really about juvenile Bigfoot. So I thought about it some more.”

She clicked through several pages, searching.

“What if it’s not a baby Bigfoot at all,” she posited. “What if it’s full grown? A whole different species altogether?”

“Like a pygmy Bigfoot or something?” he wondered.

“Exactly!” She opened another file. “And guess what? I found something.”

Jack’s jaw dropped when he saw the picture. “That looks almost exactly like him! He’s brown instead of black and the fur’s a little different, but that’s him!”

Amelia read, “‘This small ape-like cryptid, like Bigfoot, inhabits mainly the forests of the Pacific Northwest region of the United States though some have been witnessed roaming the plains and prairies of the American West and Southwest. It has been described as tiny, less than three feet tall and weighing not more than ten pounds, with a thick coat of fur that varies in texture and coloration.’”

“That’s right. They were different colors.”

She read further. “‘Though it has been referred to by many names such as the furry forest baby and western wild child, the term the Native Americans use for the creature is Tanakee.’”

“Hmm. Tanakee,” he repeated, then he went back to the picture. “Takota the Tanakee.”

“There’s more,” she continued. “‘The Tanakee are thought to possess strange, almost supernatural powers. Their eyes are described as large and hypnotic, they have been known to lift objects many times their weight and can run at unnaturally high speeds.’”

“You might say that,” he muttered under his breath.

“Why? What did you see?” she looked at him.

“Let’s just say they’re fast,” he kept his eyes on the screen. “Freaky fast. And strong. He caught me, Amelia. I was falling down those stairs and he actually caught me. And there’s something I haven’t told you yet. They can talk. That’s how I know its name. Isn’t that incredible?”

She paused. “If you think that’s bizarre, then this will blow you away,” she closed the file and let the computer sit on a blank screen. “Jack, didn’t you tell me your dad’s working on a machine that he claims would let people look into other dimensions?”

“That and other things,” he said. “Omni-dimensional energy absorption is his ultimate goal, to transmit and receive energy and matter to and from other dimensions.”

“Other dimensions, okay,” she said, clicking open another file. “Listen to this: ‘It is well known in the world of crypto-science that the Department of Defense has been attempting to capture a Tanakee since the early 1960s. Each attempt at holding one in captivity has ended in failure, though, with the creature either seemingly vanishing into thin air or hypnotizing its captors with what has been described as a potent form of mind control. Because of these innate abilities, the Tanakee is thought to be an inter-dimensional being.’”

“What?” he leaned close to study word-for-word what she’d just read aloud. When finished he only managed a stunned, “Whoa!”

“You get it don’t you?” she sounded excited. “There’s a reason for all of this. You and that Tanakee are connected somehow, you and him and your dad’s dimensional machine, you’re all connected.”

“But, but how?”

“I don’t have a clue,” she shook her head. “Why did it save you? Why did it let you carry it around in your bag at school all day? From what this says, it could have easily gotten away from us, so why play possum for us like that?”

“It says people are trying to catch them,” he began to think clearly again. “What if they’re running from someone?”

“Or something . . .” she cut herself off, though she didn’t need to say another word. He knew what she meant, and it chilled his skin. They both had seen that strange entity hovering over them behind the store, and though they mentioned it to each other at the time, neither one of them had dared to speak about it again.

“Daddy!” Lily made both of them recoil. “Jack, Daddy’s here!”


A (not so) Sweet Christmas Story

THIS IS THE time of year when most writers sit at their desks and try to think of things to pen that would give holiday readers a warm, special feeling. Well, as you may or may not know, I on occasion love to write horror. Gore. Tense, heart-stopping terror. For some reason or another these types of stories seem not to be appropriate for the season. So for this post I’ll try my darnedest to write a sweet Christmas story. Here’s one of my ideas:

Billy stood in the cold December wind, his face bright red, scorched by the frost. He was hurt. Hurt mentally because it was Christmas Eve and his parents had no presents. They didn’t even have decent food for a proper meal. He was also hurt physically because of his small size and his vulnerability to all of the cruel things the bigger, richer kids did to him.

Every day it seemed a group of rich kids would kick Billy around until they had him writhing on the ground. Today proved no exception. He had, in fact, just picked himself up after being tossed into the snow by a rather large boy.

He began to cry as the boys ran away. He knew they’d be back. While the tears streamed down his frozen cheeks a blinding light appeared in front of him. It soared into the air until it finally stopped and took the shape of a shimmering door. The door opened and out stepped a grey old man dressed in a long, flowing robe.

The man carried a box adorned with all kinds of colorful, whimsical patterns. He set it down and said, “This is a magical Jack-In-The-Box. If you crank the handle until the Jack comes out he will grant your every wish.”

Billy could only stand there, eyes wide, jaw gaping. Before he had the chance to respond the old man was gone, vanished as quickly as he’d appeared.

Billy picked up the lavishly designed box, glancing over it just in time to see the group of thugs closing in on him again.

He knew the kids were going to hurt him, so he feverishly turned the crank on the box. The gang of kids seemed to race with the box’s music as it quickly played its tune:

“Da-Duh Da-Duh Da-Duh-Duh Da-Duh, Da-Duh Da-Duh Da-Duuuuuh-Duh, Da-Duh Da-Duh Da-Duh-Duh Da-Duh, Pop! Goes the weasle!”

The scowling kids reached Billy just as the Jack sprang from the box. It looked around at the would-be attackers. They paid no attention to the toy. They grabbed Billy but he held tight to the box.

The Jack looked at Billy and said, “What is it you require, oh gracious master?”

Billy was being choked by several people at once, yet he still managed to cough out the words, “Kill them!”

The Jack wasted no time. An intense beam of light shot from its fingers, tearing holes into the stomachs of three thugs. Two more beams followed. Six attackers went down, their bodies mangled and bloodied.

Some survivors of the initial attack started to run. The Jack pointed his fingers and in a flash—wait a minute. What am I doing? I promised I wouldn’t write this kind of story. I guess I can’t help it. Sorry.

Maybe I should try again for Valentine’s Day or something. Merry Christmas, anyway.


Come On, Baby…Let’s Do The Twist!

Chubby’s not the only one who likes to twist

I read a blog post recently about “overused or poorly executed plots, storylines, techniques and situations.” The post had some good examples of hackneyed devices such as having a writer as the protagonist or using gratuitous sex scenes. But when I got to number eight in the list of ten I had to do a double take. The blogger mentioned twist endings, “shocking endings or the curveball,” going on to say readers and audiences are tired of them. Don’t like them.


Now, I can see if the blogger meant readers don’t like poorly executed twist endings. But that’s not what the post said. It unequivocally said people didn’t like surprise endings. Period.

Double bull.

One of the examples the blogger gives as undesirable for readers is if the protagonist commits suicide at the end. Right there all credibility went out yon window. I mean come on. Ever heard of a little thing called Romeo and Juliet? Both protagonists kill themselves in one doozy of a curve ball ending. I wonder if Shakespeare ever received the same type of criticisms about having surprises at the conclusions of his plays. I can just picture him thinking, “To twist or not to twist . . .” (sorry).

I submit readers love, absolutely love twist endings-delicious surprises that make people go”Whoa! Where did THAT come from?” But, of course, the setup has to be well executed. Clues and hints have to be laid out along the way throughout the story or else the twist at the end seems too contrived, too much out of left field. On the other end of the spectrum, the clues and hints must be subtle and hidden in plain sight. They can’t be too obvious or else the reader will figure it out early and become disinterested.

Sixth Sense is one of the most famous contemporary examples of a clever, well carried-out surprise ending. M. Night Shyamalan does an amazing job of laying the groundwork but also creating scenes and situations just ambiguous enough to fool the audience into thinking Bruce Willis is actually alive (Oops, just spoiled it for the one person in this world who hasn’t seen it yet).

A more classic example of a popular, well-crafted twist ending is O. Henry’s Gift of the Magi. I won’t go through the whole plot, you probably already know it and if you don’t it’s just a Google away. Point is, the ending is one of the most well known ironic twists in all of literature. That style of finale’ was so popular in O. Henry’s day he used it quite often. Incorporating an element of surprise at the story’s conclusion became synonymous with the author, so much so that now ironic, twist endings are also known as O. Henry endings.

Of course I have a dog in this fight. Fugue, my debut Novelette, is a psychological/paranormal thriller with a tasty little twist ending. There. Now you have it. The cat’s out of the bag. Now when you read Fugue you’ll be looking for it. However I still believe the plot is crafted well enough so that even when you know something’s coming it will still be a surprise. But don’t just take my word for it. Get a copy for yourself and read it. You’ll be entertained by the story, and who knows, maybe you’ll be able to guess the surprise.

So let me know what you think. Do you love surprise endings as much as I do? If you want, leave me a comment and tell me your favorite twist of all time.


My first Post: AKA WTF am I doing here?

Hello, folks!

This is the official blog site for me, J. Joesph Wright. I write. Ironic, yes. But what can I do? Change my name? Use a pen name? Probably should. But it’s my name and I’m sticking with it. My friends and family have called me J.J. since I was hatched, but even that seemed too daunting for them. So it became just ‘J’ somewhere along the line. That’s the name I answer to.

I wanted this first post to explain what I’m doing here. You see, I’m not much of a blogger. Most of my days are spent hidden away in my little cave cranking out stories so I don’t keep up on all of the newest crazes in the online world. I love the internet, but think there are already all kinds of blogs out there for writers. Blogs about how to use social media for marketing your writing, how to navigate through the world of e-publishing, how to craft a query letter and on and on. These blogs are written by much better, much more informed minds than mine.

So I thought in this blog I’d focus on my writing, delve into the worlds I am creating and introduce the characters in those worlds. I love to write horror and supernatural thrillers, but the project that has me the most excited is Tribe of the Teddy Bear. It’s a Sci/Fi Fantasy that stars a young boy and these little, furry creatures that have lived, unknown to science, for centuries in the forest. They might be tiny, but it turns out they have extraordinary powers, both physically and mentally.

Tribe of the Teddy Bear is filled with memorable characters, imaginative ideas and thrilling adventures. Over the course of this blog, you will be meeting Takota the Tanakee, Jack James, Amelia Kline, Jack’s dad Ben (a super-intelligent scientist) plus a whole host of other people and creatures that inhabit the world of TTB. If you are a kid or a kid at heart, I think you’ll love it. I know I love writing it.

I’ll also discuss topics endemic to the illness of being a writer. We are a strange breed with strange quirks and outlooks on life, so it might be a fun read once in a while. I definitely have some interesting insights to share.

So thanks for visiting and come back soon.



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