THEY – short horror story


I was going to wait until the book that this story is to be a part of was to be released, but it’s taking too long, so I released it on my own on Amazon.  It will still be available in the upcoming Ashtrays to Jawbreakers book.


The Robsons, Vernon and Michelle, think that getting their new home is the best thing that could have ever happened to them; however, they soon learn that there is much more to its old-fashioned charm, much more lurking beneath its floorboards and in its shadows. The house is a gateway, a keep of souls, those within it waiting for their opportunity to once more find vessels to inhabit. Will Vernon sacrifice himself to save his family? Will his son forever remain the key to it all? wooden building


Eternal Desire


Eternal Desire

Eloias has waited nearly seven centuries to find his wife. Now that he has found her, will she refuse his advances and fight his offer of becoming the immortal Queen of all the world? Will she save mankind or damn it for eternity?

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Eternal Desire.

How misguided is society that you can’t fight for your rights?


Authors are told constantly not to complain, not to bitch, not to rant, not point out the indecencies being faced on a daily basis, all because it will create a negative public image.  An author that complains about anything whatsoever, even so much as a nursing home physically abusing his/her grandmother, is only asking for negative publicity and an end to his/her writing career.

How did our society become so misguided that a person cannot stand up for himself/herself and fight for his/her rights, especially the right to be heard?  Let’s say that someone all of a sudden makes a claim that an author’s written work is plagiarized.  The author knows that he/she wrote the work in its entirety and that there is not even the slightest ground for claiming said plagiarism.  The person making the claim is trying only to make a name for himself/herself, cause drama, and have fun at someone else’s expense, though they know that they are, in fact, a liar and a thief, the very things that they are claiming against the author.

If the author stands up to that person, says, “Hey.  I know that I wrote every bit of it.  I’ve never stolen anything in my life.  I own the copyright…” the author is a horrible person, and if they take it so far as to point the other person out to others, they are even worse.  The author cannot stand up for his/her rights because doing so will label that person as a whiny, good-for-nothing dreg. I am going through exactly this experience right now.  The person is saying that she will expose me for a simple poem, something that I wrote 100% of myself and never made any money from.  In fact, I’ve never made a cent from any single poem and only a few dollars (literally) off of entire books of poetry.  Why would I go to such lengths for such small returns that are not even worth the time at all?  This is not to mention that anyone that knows me can and would attest that I am not a thief and that I am creative enough and intelligent enough to write my own material without stealing one bit from anyone else.

I will not stand for this lambasting made by this idiot who has literally no grounds whatsoever for her claim that my poem, “Somewhat My Heart” is hers and not mine.  She says that I stole it from  First of all, I’ve rarely ever read anything on, especially in the missed connections sections (I think that’s where she said she posted the poem).  Also, I don’t visit pages outside of my immediate geographical area, so the entire claim is false, solely on that alone.  I rarely visit the site at all, but if I do, usually just out of extreme boredom, I only go to the Terre Haute, IN page and to the Mattoon, IL page.  I don’t even know where the person making the claim lives, but I highly doubt that she lives in my area.

I will no longer put up with stupid b.s. like this.  I will fight for my rights.  I will stand up for myself.  I will not listen to people who tell me not to take a stand because it creates negative publicity. Forget that.  I’m done listening to the advice of others.  I have to do what’s right for me and fight for the rights given to me by God and by the laws of the United States of America.  The consolation in all of this is that I own the copyright to the poem in question, and therefore, legally, no one can do anything to me whatsoever.  However, it is all still a painful hassle, and the person whose name I should mention but won’t is going to do all that she can to make me look bad because of this ordeal.  I say go ahead.  You’ve made your stupid and completely faulty point, and I’ve made my truthful and rightful point to counter your idiotic words, Lady.

To everyone out there fighting for your rights to your own creative material, I say more power to you!  Don’t give up!  If you make it, it’s yours, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise or try to make you feel bad!  Though there are instances of copyright misuse in which someone has gotten screwed over, quite often, it works to the benefit of the person or persons who created the work(s) to safeguard them against morons who try to trick the creator(s) into relinquishing their legal rights.  If you are a creator, don’t fall for it.  These thieves will try to take everything that’s yours, but that’s only because they are in no way talented enough to create anything of their own.  Keep on keepin’ on, my friends.

My Books in Audio


An audio version of “The Ring” has now been approved and will be available for purchase very soon. Also in the works for audio are “Under the Cypress Moon” and “The Swamp Fox and His Ragtag Militia.” I’m still waiting for auditions for my other books.

My Writing Process


I was asked to join in a blog hop about the book writing process.

It’s been a long day, and this is my first real stint of time today at the computer, so my mind is still trying to play catch up.

For me, the writing process varies from time to time, from day to day, and from task to task. No matter what the circumstances are, I need to have either a cold Mountain Dew or a hot cup of coffee while I write.  My mood determines a lot of what I write, how I write, how much I write, and how I feel about the writing.  I try to make sure that I write every work as if it will be my masterpiece.  That is one of my personal mantras that I live by… “Write every work as if it will be your masterpiece.  If you can’t do that, don’t write.”

Some days, I write in a fury and get so much done that I sit back in amazement at what I’ve created.  Other days, I’m lucky if I get a single word written.  It is definitely best to get quality over quantity, but sometimes, quantity is what gets it all done.

I keep a log of ideas for storylines, possible titles, character names, even dialogue that I may one day use.  I’ve hardly referred to the log when writing, but it has come in handy once in a great while.  I have so many ideas floating around in my head that if I tried to work on them all, I would spent 24/7 writing and still never keep up with everything.

I always try to put myself in the story, in the plot(s), subplot(s), everything, so that I can really see it, feel it, hear it, smell it, live it, and love it.  I picture everything I write in my head as if it were a movie being watched.  I can see the characters’ faces, hear their voices, see their every action as if I’m right there.  It’s as if they come to me in my mind, as if they actually play out every second of the story for me, and I just have to write what I see and hear.  I fail at actually getting everything down the way it’s supposed to be, the way I really see, hear, feel, etc., but I try.  I think that if I could really paint the picture of everything in my head exactly as it is, my stories would probably be a lot more perfect, but I can’t be perfect, and because of that, they can’t be perfect.

One of my biggest problems is that I need, most of the time, silence, in order to write well, and I can’t get the silence that I need where I live.  It frustrates me, clouds my mind, and makes it very difficult to write everything I’m experiencing in my mind.  I love every story that I write and live every moment, often, over and over, but with so many distractions and so much swimming around, I can’t focus enough a lot of the time.

I try to imagine what it is that readers will like, what they’ll find amusing, entertaining, captivating, and even, much of the time, funny.  I try to incorporate humor wherever I can, but I think that what is funny in my mind is not so much so in the minds of many others.  I try to remind myself that some are going to like what I write and that some are not, that I can’t help that, and that I just have to accept what comes.  Sometimes, however, I tell myself that it doesn’t really matter anyway because, if I write enough, I will eventually gain enough of a following that I don’t have to try so hard to please everyone.  I also know that I can only write what I can create, and though I so often work very hard to create what I think will be appealing, I can only write what comes to me, what brings itself to life within me.  If the story just isn’t there, it just isn’t there.  My stories come to be as if someone is tapping me on the shoulder, whispering in my ear, “Hey.  I have a story you need to write.” The characters, long before they have really displayed themselves fully on the screen, have already lived a life in my mind and have already bombarded me with details that I can’t always keep straight.  For those reasons, I have to just go with what I have and hope that people will find little fault with it.

I often work on multiple stories at once, sometimes as many as 6 or 7, writing a few hundred words in this one and then a few hundred in the next and so on.  With so many ideas coming to life all at once, you can’t make everything exactly as people will like, which goes back to what I mentioned about keeping an idea log.  I have enough that I work on all the time without actually working on everything that pops into my head.

Maybe my process differs from others.  Maybe it doesn’t so much.  Maybe there are at least a handful of other authors who do things much as I do.  I don’t really know.  I’d like to believe that someone out there knows what I go through and can relate to it all, or, at least, to most of it.

I don’t know if this has been helpful to anyone or not.  I hope it has.  I hope that it gives some sort of inspiration to someone or maybe gives an idea of what some authors go through and how much very hard work we put into what we do.  If you’ve taken the time to read this, I thank you. 🙂

I was supposed to tag 3 authors to carry on this blog hop, but since no one volunteered, I have no one to mention here.  Otherwise, you would see a heartfelt introduction for each of the 3 others.  Take care, each of you who have read this, and God bless.


-Jason Wallace

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If anyone would be so kind as to help me out, I need some likes, shares, and comments on my personal website:

I have some of my poetry posted there, plus the links to most of my books, as well as some free music.  Feel free to read or listen to whatever you want, and if you like something there, shoot me a message.  I’ll be sure to send you any poem or song you want through e-mail or facebook, so long as there are no file size issues.  Thank you.