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Caleb Jacobo
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I am a writer living in Southern California. I keep an online writing journal where I post story sketches and writing exercises that are designed to be entertaining at the same time beneficial for my craft.
I am a writer living in Southern California. I keep an online writing journal where I post story sketches and writing exercises that are designed to be entertaining at the same time beneficial for my craft.

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Elephantine – a new story sketch by Caleb Jacobo

I don’t know much about elephants, except that they’re very large and very intelligent – intelligent enough to use about twenty-five different sounds for communication. But as little as I know, I thought I was certain about one thing: elephants are not…
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That evening, as the other zombies harass a broken-down Ford Explorer full of an unfortunate group of survivors, and the chirping of crickets mingle with the moans of the dead, Fred and Tiffany stroll shoulder to shoulder down the street.

Read the rest here: http://calebjacobo.com/2015/08/11/fred-the-zombie-part-iv/
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Fred blinks, trying to decide if he is seeing things. Is this really Tiffany here before him, sharing the flesh of the same corpse? Dare he believe his rotting eyes? But there she sits, and here he sits, and — what is he waiting for?

Read the rest here: http://calebjacobo.com/2015/07/29/fred-the-zombie-part-iii/
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Tiffany D. had been the lead check girl at the Ralph’s where Fred worked. She was an aster of optimism in a garden of disgruntled weeds, a girl who smiled for every customer, made small talk with the elderly, and always found time to chat with Fred at the end of a twelve-hour shift.

Read the rest here: http://calebjacobo.com/2015/07/17/fred-the-zombie-part-ii/
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Fred is a typical zombie. He enjoys shambling through the streets, staring blankly into the sun on hot days, chasing after stray dogs, and, naturally, feasting on the flesh of the living. Yes, Fred partakes in all the typical luxuries of the undead — thriving in some ways — in a once-heavily-populated-and-well-fed community. But Fred is not happy.

Read the rest here: http://calebjacobo.com/2015/07/13/fred-the-zombie-part-i/
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Giroff spread the crinkling blinds and peered down on a group of friends passing under his window. His eyes were bloodshot and the flesh around them was swollen and an ugly shade of purple. He stared at the young friends—not so young, maybe not even younger than himself—laughing as they strolled, this one putting a gentle hand on that one’s shoulder, all of them slowing their pace for one who lagged behind, then all welcoming him with playful jeers as he caught up.

Read the rest here: http://calebjacobo.com/2015/02/12/writing-prompt-write-a-short-magical-realism-story-about-loneliness/
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The Legend of Giltiberim — There was once a young gold miner who was so formidable that his king afforded him mail shirt and iron sword to wield in battle against foreign invaders. The young man slew many enemies in the field and earned the name Giltiberim among the common people. After the fighting was done, the king’s retainers sat on long feasting benches in the great hall, telling stories of their bravery and strength. Here it was that men secured eternal life in the hearts of their people.

Read the rest here: http://calebjacobo.com/2015/01/19/writing-prompt-write-a-fantasy-story-in-1k-words-or-less/
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It was evening in the Mullingham household and Abraham and Moira Mullingham had just sat down to a dinner of hot spaghetti noodles drenched in a pungent tomato sauce, a dish Moira’s father had taught her to make in her youth, which she took great pride in serving.

Read the rest here: http://calebjacobo.com/2014/12/29/spaghetti-dinner/
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I watched the two of them in the window on the second story of the Hotel Petr. The white crosses on the window only partially obscured them. Dominika’s hat was pulled low in an attempt to disguise her face, but she was unmistakable. The Russian general Igorek stood over her, huge and hideous, holding her close to his mouth. He breathed on her face and bared his teeth in the afternoon sunlight that spilled into their room. Dominika smiled politely, but wouldn’t look at him for more than a moment.

Read the rest here: http://calebjacobo.com/2014/12/04/elephants-and-lambs-a-short-story/
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I'm officially writing a fantasy novel this November during @NaNoWriMo. http://nanowrimo.org #NaNoPrep. Stay tuned for updates!
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