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My Appearance On The “Off The Wagon” Podcast!

January 5, 2019

Hey, everyone!

I had the distinct pleasure of joining my friend, John Patrick Robbins, on his podcast: “Off The Wagon.” We discussed a whole range of topics about the art of writing.

Check it out @ https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=2211598919094240&id=2031362350451232&__xts__%5B0%5D=68.ARAQlNpDdatvhrVjC23rijlJinJBSuCp3DY0kibX1gL0Q2tkvrbBYFxRN-J7MtFjkFZoYATGllYEo00tY6pfflEScf1BkZreJrjKUhNVPbSiR80Om8FcTXm6nj9eBDNm0ouPLrjFOMBKOXphCGfIPLLJ7K1eAxTTJAulsgBa7vBBFlS1C

Thanks!

JLR

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Pentecost @ The Rye Whiskey Review!

December 4, 2018

 

Hey, everyone! I’m excited to announce that my short story: “Pentecost,” has been published to The Rye Whiskey Review E-zine!

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

Thank you.

JLR

Betrayal @ The Rye Whiskey Review!

July 24, 2018

 

Hello, everyone. I’m incredibly proud to announce that an excerpt from my novel: “Le Club du Mal,” has been published to the Rye Whiskey Review! The excerpt is partly a poem titled: “Betrayal.” It, and the subsequent diary entry, is written in the voice of Tina Dawes, a fifteen-year-old girl who’s being abused by her father.

“Le Club du Mal” is available in paperback and as a Kindle book through Amazon.com. It’s also available in several other e-stores.

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

Thank you to everyone who continues to support my work.

JLR

As If Nothing Ever Happened @ Rye Whiskey Review!

June 28, 2018

 

Hey, everyone! I’m proud to announce that my flash fiction piece: “As If Nothing Ever Happened” is now up on The Rye Whiskey Review. Please read and leave a review:

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

Thank you,

JLR

Epicenter @ The Rye Whiskey Review!

June 6, 2018

 

Hey, everyone! I’m proud to announce that my short story: “Epicenter,” has been published for the second time! Check it out @ The Rye Whiskey Review:

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

Thanks!

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

Epicenter (Short Story Excerpt)

January 19, 2016

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September 1st, 2016.
Stark City, Oregon.
7:09 a.m.
On his way to the bus stop, Martin Jericho decided to have breakfast at The Stark City Cafe. The tired old man knew he’d been under constant surveillance since the last incident—which resulted in several broken windows—but refused to live his life like a hunted animal. Besides, it had been almost two years.
Just a quick bite before I go home, damnit. In public. Like a normal person.
Of course, the P.O.P. team in the van across the street wouldn’t be too thrilled, but Martin didn’t care. They could always deduct the cost of his meal from his next isolation check.
“Miss?” Martin asked for the third time, prompting the teenage hostess to raise her finger like a disapproving schoolmarm.
“We’re full right now. It’ll be at least a ten minute wait.”
Would it be asking too much for you to look up from your phone tablet or whatever it is while we talk?
“Alright.”
“Name and number of people in your party?”
“Jericho. Party of one.”
“Jericho, okay. You can wait over by the door.”
“Thank you.”
Sighing, Martin turned and walked to the waiting area. Two wooden benches faced the restaurant, both already taken by customers. Martin smiled. No one smiled back as Martin leant against the wall. Feeling self conscious, he reached into the front pocket of his gray parka and extracted a small book of classical poetry. Soothing, comforting; just what he needed.
Good old Longfellow…
All in all, Martin had a pretty good life. Not a life he’d ever envisioned for himself, but a decent one, nonetheless. He worked for the government as a nightwatchman downtown. He had his own office in an empty building surrounded by a chain-link, barbwire-topped fence. The place didn’t need a guard, which made it ideal for Martin. He didn’t even have to patrol the floors, though he often did for the exercise. From eleven at night to seven in the morning, Monday through Friday, Martin sat in his cozy office, reading or watching T.V. The P.O.P. paid him well for this and gave him premium insurance. At first, they’d insisted on giving Martin an armed escort to and from work each night. But after eighteen disaster-free months, Martin had begged for the autonomy to ride the bus like a grown, free man. Wanting to keep Martin content, the P.O.P. acquiesced. He’d earned it, they felt, and Martin agreed.
“Jericho, party of one. Table’s ready.”
Martin looked up, smiled, and walked toward the hostess.
“Hey, wait a minute!” a young woman called. “We’ve been waiting longer than that guy!”
Finger raised, the hostess looked past Martin. “Sorry, but this guy’s by himself. You have three people in your party, and a two-seater just opened up.”
“Well, give us the table and grab another chair from somewhere! It’s not rocket science!”
The hostess gave Martin a weary look. Embarrassed, Martin looked down.
“Just hold on. I’m sure a three-seater will be ready soon.”
The angry young woman snickered. “This is bullshit!”
“You don’t like it,” the hostess replied, “go to McDonald’s.” Then, to Martin, “Come on.”
“Thank you, miss,” Martin muttered, following the hostess through a maze of tables. Behind him, the young woman cussed and argued with her friends about whether or not to leave. But Martin hadn’t meant to cause any trouble, and wished the hostess would’ve given them the table instead.
Too late now, I guess.
Before this decent yet isolated life, Martin had lived an ideal one. He’d met and married his high school sweetheart, Alma Rankin, in Eugene, then moved to Stark City after Alma got hired as a librarian for the Stark County School District. Martin also worked for the school district as a bus driver. He and Alma loved children, and had two of their own. Dennis and Dianna, who both married in their twenties and blessed them with grandchildren. They’d lived in a beautiful brick house in the Dibert District, the children and grandchildren visited often, and their golden years had indeed seemed golden. Then Alma got sick, and the luster began to fade.
“Here ya go,” the hostess said, gesturing at a table in the middle of the restaurant.
“Thank you.”
The hostess didn’t reply as she plopped a menu down and walked away. Sighing, Martin peeled off his parka, draped it over the chair, and sat facing the entrance. Waiters and waitresses bustled around him. To his left sat a married couple; she heavyset and fussing with their three children, he sullen and cowed. One of the kids had smeared grape jelly all over her face, one had begun banging a fork on the table, and the third screamed for no apparent reason. Resisting the urge to smile at the parents, Martin looked away. He knew how they felt, but they didn’t seem too agreeable at the moment. To his right sat a couple in their thirties; both slender, well dressed, and somehow detached from their surroundings. The din of rattling silverware, idle banter, and smacking lips filled the cafe.
“Good morning. What’ll it be?”
Martin looked up to see a thin young man standing beside him. Flushed. Out of sorts. Pen and notebook in hand. Picking up the menu, Martin smiled.
“Hello. How are you this morning?”
“Busy.”
Martin’s smile faded. “Oh. I see. Well, I’ll start with coffee, please.”
“And for breakfast?”
“I just sat down, sir. I’ll need a minute.”
“Right.” Rolling his eyes, the waiter left.
Guess I’ll just order the special, whatever it is.
Feeling somewhat guilty, Martin set his menu aside and moved his cup to the edge of the table. Trying to make this harried young waiter’s life a little easier, whether he appreciated it or not. Ahead of Martin sat two large bearded men wearing dirty overalls. They looked like farmhands; mean and hungry in the soft light. Martin looked down, reached into his coat pocket.
“Okay, coffee…”
Martin smiled as the waiter began to pour. “Thank you, sir. I’ll have the breakfast special.”
“Sure.” The waiter didn’t make eye contact as he walked away.
Martin frowned at the table. This was a mistake, he decided, pulling a small, framed photo from the pocket. I should’ve just went home and made my own damn breakfast. Or sent the P.O.P guys to get me something. It’s not like they’d ever say no…
Martin stood the photo against the condiment rack. In it, Alma smiled, frozen in time at age thirty-one. Her hair hung in dark blonde curls, her blue eyes sparkled with delight. Remembering, Martin’s frown became a grin. Whenever he felt stressed or anxious, Martin either read poetry or gazed at Alma. It always helped, just as his doctors had assured him.
Good old Alma. Always there for me...
Gazing at his late wife, Martin warmed his hands around the steaming cup.
The world is so cold nowadays, Alma. People are too damn busy with their gizmos to just sit and talk anymore. And they can be so rude. It’s like they’ve forgotten how to be decent to each other...


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A revised version of “Epicenter” was featured in Empty Sink Publishing, Issue #18.

Read it here: http://emptysinkpublishing.com/fiction/epicenter/


“Epicenter” was reprinted by The Rye Whiskey Review @ http://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2018/06/epicenter-by-jesse-lynn-rucilez.html


Thank you for reading!

JLR


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