Posts Tagged ‘precious time’

Precious Time @ The Abyss E-zine of Horror!

September 3, 2018

 

Hey, everyone! I’m proud to announce that my short story: “Precious Time,” along with my brother’s painting of the same name, has been published at The Abyss E-zine of Horror!

Check it out:

https://theabyssmag.blogspot.com/2018/09/precious-time-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html?showComment=1535923389887#c3623231498083035760

Thanks for reading!

JLR

Jesse Lynn Rucilez Author Resume

January 2, 2017

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Jesse Lynn Rucilez was born in Reno, Nevada. Growing up, Jesse was an avid reader of Sherlock Holmes stories and Marvel Comics. Throughout his life, Jesse has mainly worked in the security industry, both in Seattle, Washington and Reno, Nevada, and taught self-defense for several years before deciding to focus on writing. Inspired by authors such as Harlan Ellison, Stephen King, and Kurt Vonnegut, he prefers to write literary horror and science fiction, exploring what he calls “the dark side of the American Dream.”


Death of a Hacker (Mystery, 247 words), 2013, Included in The Darwin Murders e-book anthology (Editors: Candace C. Bowen/Paul De Lancey).

https://www.amazon.com/Darwin-Murders-Candace-C-Bowen-ebook/dp/B00ENQBI7Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1483100789&sr=1-1&keywords=darwin+murders


Meal of A Lifetime (Horror, 3,188 words), 2015, Empty Sink Publishing (Editor: Suanne Schafer).

http://emptysinkpublishing.com/fiction/meal-of-a-lifetime/


Epicenter (Science Fiction, 3,119 words), 2016, Empty Sink Publishing (Editor: Suanne Schafer), Pushcart Prize Nominee.

http://emptysinkpublishing.com/fiction/epicenter/

Reprint: 2018, The Rye Whiskey Review (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

http://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/06/epicenter-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html


Blood & Stuffing (Fantasy, 3,561 words), 2016, Orcs Unlimited (Editor” Pat McNary). Original fiction based on The Escape From Teddy Bear Island RPG.

http://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/121543/Escape-from-Teddy-Bear-Island


In Spite of Her Will (Literature, 2,034 words), 2017, The Borfski Press (Editor: Shawn Hatfield).

https://theborfskipress.com/2017/06/19/issue-ii-out-now/


Lucifer In High-heels (Literature, 1,892 words), 2017, Ramingo’s Porch (Editor Mendes Biondo).

https://www.amazon.com/Ramingos-Porch-Issue/dp/0998847658/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1511617834&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Ramingo%27s+Porch

Reprint: 2018, The Dope Fiend Daily (Editor: Scot Simmons).

https://thedopefienddaily.blogspot.com/2018/08/lucifer-in-high-heels-by-jesse-rucilez.html


Delirium Tremens (Horror, 3,765 words), 2018, Anotherealm Online Literary Magazine (Editor: Gary Markette).

http://www.anotherealm.com/2018/ar120118.php


Ashes & Embers (Mystery/Fantasy, 6,630 words), 2018, Orcs Unlimited (Editor: Pat Mcnary). Original fiction based on characters and concepts from the Small Wardens RPG.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GPZTJQ2/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1534898604&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&keywords=long+tail+p.i.&dpPl=1&dpID=51zeXk5EuNL&ref=plSrch


Blurring The Edge (Literature, 4,593 words), 2018, Ramingo’s Porch (Editor: Mendes Biondo).

https://www.amazon.com/Ramingos-Porch-Issue-3/dp/1948920042


As If Nothing Ever Happened (Literature, 460 words), The Rye Whiskey Review (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

http://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/06/as-if-nothing-ever-happened-by-jesse.html


What Came Over Her (Horror, 3,135 words), The Abyss E-zine (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

http://theabyssmag.blogspot.com/2018/07/what-came-over-her-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html


Betrayal (Poem/Novel Excerpt, 262 words), The Rye Whiskey Review (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

https://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/07/betrayal-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html?showComment=1532450401031#c5631415623992908573


Precious Time (Horror, 5,470 words), The Abyss E-zine (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

https://theabyssmag.blogspot.com/2018/09/precious-time-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html?showComment=1535923389887#c3623231498083035760


Midnight Snack (Horror, 3,181 words), The Abyss E-zine (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

https://theabyssmag.blogspot.com/2018/09/midnight-snack-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez_88.html


Once You Get To Know Him (Literature, 2,457 words), 2018, The Borfski Press (Editor: Shawn Hatfield).

http://www.lulu.com/shop/the-borfski-press/issue-iv/ebook/product-23848753.html


Pentecost (Literature, 2,195 words), 2018, The Rye Whiskey Review (Editor: John Patrick Robbins).

https://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/12/pentecost-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez_2.html


Equation (Flash/Science Fiction, 954 words), 2019, Idiot Free Zone (Editor: Jose Rosa).

https://www.idiotfreezone.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=837:equation&catid=87&Itemid=500


PRO-T-EN Man (Science Fiction, 4,471 words), 2019, Unlikely Stories (Editor: Jonathan Penton).

http://www.unlikelystories.org/content/pro-t-en-man


A Meeting of Monsters (Horror, 4,455 words), 2019, The Abyss Ezine of Horror (Editor: John Patrick Robbins)

https://theabyssmag.blogspot.com/2019/10/a-meeting-of-monsters-by-jesse-lynn_26.html?m=1&fbclid=IwAR0c-jpMjloCO6SPXITs4DhZENrGgF7cvM3iM6eBnNwvKCaN1W5wJmc9icA

Precious Time (Spoken Word Excerpt)

December 31, 2014

Here is a vid of me reading a short excerpt from my short story: “Precious Time.”

Thanks, and don’t forget to subscribe to my channel!

JLR

Precious Time (Short Story Excerpt)

August 8, 2014

 

“You won’t get me,” Jonathan Walker Fields said, snapping his pocket watch shut. “That’s all there is to it. I…I refuse to be…erased…”

In his favorite red silk robe and favorite gray flannel pajamas, Jonathan looked more like a man about to slip into bed than a man about to fight for his very existence. Faded, fur-lined slippers, white with blue polka dots, covered his feet. His left hand rested on his hip. His right fist held the watch. He stood arrow-straight, almost at attention. Proud. Indignant. Stubborn. Even in the face of Death—

And all around him lay the stuff of nightmares.

“Disease or no disease, I’m just not ready to leave. Can’t you understand that?”

Silence. Utter, disdainful, silence. Demeaning in implication.

“Besides, as long as I have my watch, I’ve still got time…”

A flimsy argument. Jonathan knew that. Grasping at straws, perhaps, but grasping just the same. The desperate man faced an impossible situation. Standing on a dark riverbank with an even darker river beyond. The water—if indeed it could be called water—didn’t move. Calm as the calmest lake on the calmest day. And black. Primordial black. Thick as used motor oil, shiny as burnished obsidian. Blacker than Satan’s heart. It didn’t even reflect the bright yellow sliver of moon which hung in the dark sky above.

And Jonathan didn’t like that. Not at all.

“This watch,” he said, clearing his throat, “is over a century old, you see. It still runs. The cogs and springs and what-all inside are still vital, like me. So as long as I’ve got my watch, time is on my side. And you, sir or ma’am—whichever you may be—certainly do not hold any sway over Father Time!”

Still no answer.

Atop the dead river sat a baleful gondola. Dull black, with rivets on each flank. Iron spikes jutted from its prow and stern like a warship. Like a Viking harbinger of death.

And if I didn’t know better, Jonathan had thought upon first seeing it, I’d swear that the dastardly thing’s made of steel. But that’s…absurd…

Near the starboard side of this ebony vessel sat an ornate black vase. Tall and curved. Burnished as the leaden water beneath. Within this vase sat a bundle of black, long-stemmed roses. Thirteen instead of a dozen, Jonathan guessed. And next to the vase stood a plump blackbird, its eyes and beak as shiny as polished glass. Erect and dignified as Jonathan, but silent. Reverent. Awaiting the inevitable.

“Do you hear the ticking of my great-granddaddy’s watch, you cur?”

The person—or thing—to whom Jonathan spoke stood motionless in the iron gondola. Clad in a long black cloak, holding a grim scythe. The cloak’s hood obscured the figure’s face. Its left arm cradled a large hourglass; black, with fine red sand resting on the bottom. None dripped from the top, indicating that time had run out for some poor soul. Its other dull-white, skeletal hand gripped the scythe’s gnarled handle. The blade looked sharp enough to slice concrete. It gleamed with a silvery light all its own; a light which didn’t reflect off of anything around it.

A wicked thing to face all alone. Damned wicked, in Jonathan’s opinion.

“The tick, I said! Do you hear the tick? Well, I can, and it tells me that I have more time! Who gives a damn what your dead hourglass says?”

The thing on the boat didn’t move. Nor did the bird. Or the water. Stillness pervaded the atmosphere. No wind. No odors, pleasant or otherwise. No heat. No cold. Everything felt…lifeless.

“Fine, don’t answer. Won’t change a thing.”

Still nothing.

Though fifty-six years old and clad in his nightclothes, Jonathan looked as strong and stout as he’d ever been. Neat gray hair and a thick gray moustache gave him a distinguished, almost noble, air. He had intense, watchful eyes; very much attuned to detail. The rugged countenance of a frontiersman, tempered by the speech and mannerisms of a scholar. In his day, he’d been an athlete, a soldier, a carpenter. A husband, a father, a provider. A lover, a fighter, a moderator. A true man of the world. Enamored of experience, hungry for knowledge. A disciple of Marcus Aurelius who lived his life by the edict: Be not a slave nor a tyrant to any man. An old soul with a young heart who resented the tyrannical intrusion of disease; of putrid, rotting, death. Not just upon his body, but upon his very life. A life which, up to now, he’d enjoyed very much…and now refused to give up without a tussle.


“Precious Time” was published by The Abyss E-zine @ https://thedopefienddaily.blogspot.com/2018/08/lucifer-in-high-heels-by-jesse-rucilez.html


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JLR


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