Ja'Nese Dixon

My husband would always tease her, saying “Kierra, you don’t really remember that day, you were too young.”

She stood her ground. “I remember, I really do,” she would say.

“How?” My husband would challenge.

Kierra would stop and tap her index finger on her chin. She would begin to tell us about how we carried her outside. And we took our fingers and drew on the car. Making sketches in the snow. She remembered trying to pick it up and taste it and my chiding her. Telling her it was “nasty, nasty”, in her best mommy voice.

She remembered!

We’d talked about that day before, but not with such detail.

This past winter she decided she wanted to see it snow again. I sat her down on the couch and looked her square in the eyes and I told her calmly, “now remember, we live in Houston and snow is not a regular occurrence.”

She responded with confidence, “I know momma, but don’t you think it would be nice to see snow again,” her face full of hope.

“Sure,” I said. I left it alone; however, I didn’t want to see her disappointed.

Kierra began to pray and claiming it. She shared with us all that she knew it would snow. I would nod, in a noncommittal manner. Less than a month later, I stood in my living room watching my kids and husband run around our backyard in a snowball fight. It snowed, in Houston!

As the flakes began to fall, her eyes danced like a million stars. She could not contain herself. She was fidgety and restless until I said, “all right, all right, you can go play in the snow.”

I watched as they bundled up, because it was cold. The put on two pairs of pants, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt. They put on gloves and a hat. They even put on goggles, for god knows what.

I watched my family play in snow and it made me think about faith. And the ability to believe what others fail to believe or even conceive. My baby taught me that unlikely things happen every day. We can chose to believe or miss an opportunity to give thanks that we are not in control and He is.

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Black Diamond

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Darryl Dawson

The question is: What inspires you?

Well, a lot of things, really. (See what I mean?)

Going back a few posts, I told you about my brother’s pet snake and how fascinating it was to watch it eat a mouse, and more than once I’ve alluded to my love for a certain television show that fashioned my taste for horror. But what about The Crawlspace? What were the sparks of all those stories?

Like I said, a lot of things. Each of the thirteen stories had its own unique spark: “Hamburger Lady” by the song of the same name, “I Scream, You Scream” by my childhood, “The House With No Clocks” by a job I once had, and so on. But in the overall picture of the anthology and how it came to be, I guess one incident from my high school days was the trigger point.

In my junior year at Narbonne High School, I entered myself in a regional writing contest. It was for that contest that my very first short story was written, a juicy bit of lit-noir about a vampire prostitute called “Woman Of The Night.” I don’t recall much of it, but I remember the last line…”and plunged her fangs into his neck.” It won first prize, earning me a nifty little trophy and a spot in the school district’s exclusive literary magazine. I was so proud and so happy when I heard the news, I couldn’t wait to tear into my complimentary copy and read it, and I did, all the way to the last line…”and plunged her knife into his neck.”

Wait a minute! That’s not the line I wrote! There must be some kind of mistake! There wasn’t.

It turns out the teacher/coordinator in charge of all of the submitted entries from Narbonne (may she rest in peace, I’m sure) made an editorial decision on my story without first consulting me. “I just didn’t get the whole vampire angle and I thought the knife would make more sense,” she said. “Sorry about that. Anyway, you won!”

I was so upset that I didn’t even show up for the awards ceremony. I can’t tell you how much it hurt to know that something I had imagined and created was deemed so inadequate it had to be changed at the last minute by an uncredited second party before being judged for a major contest. But you could multiply that hurt by a thousand in the knowledge that the winning story had my name on it, but wasn’t mine.

From that day forward I never let anyone see any of the stories or poems I had written, and it wasn’t until many years later, with the help of Milli Thornton’s brilliant online class Fear Of Writing, that I overcame my self-doubt about my work and The Crawlspace was conceived.

I guess this book was born from a need for justice and a chance to set things right. No one interfered with the creation of any of these stories nor would I allow it. And you can be damn sure it’ll never happen again. I don’t expect to win a trophy for my book, but if fate deals me a steering wheel to the ribs or a heart attack tomorrow, I can rest knowing that a part of me will be left behind, unedited and uncensored. That’s what inspired The Crawlspace, and what inspires me as an author.

The Crawlspace

DARRYL DAWSON is the author of The Crawlspace, released in October 2009. Fear of Writing is very proud to once have had Darryl as a student of the Fear of Writing Online Course, where he unleashed his style of horror on us in all the best ways. You can experience more of Darryl’s writing on his blog, Blood Spatter – A Horror Writer’s Blog.

Darryl Dawson

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I’ve been working in television since 1994, slaving away as a video editor, stumbling around as a video photographer, or pulling off small miracles as a satellite coordinator in Reno, Phoenix, Albuquerque, and Phoenix again. There are many disadvantages to this career that I will discuss at another, more appropriate time. But there is an upside: occasionally, when you have something to report, announce, complain about or sell, you get to be on TV without asking. This was the case as my cohorts at KPHO CBS5, desperate to fill time on a slow holiday morning, invited me onto the set for an interview about The Crawlspace.

The Crawlspace

It was weird sitting on the desk of the fancy, HD-ready set normally reserved for the on-air staff, but not altogether foreign. Chris and Marya were fantastic, keeping the segment lively while allowing me to be myself and make my points. I did very little preparation for the interview…why micro-manage yourself? I thought…and it was much smoother than I could have asked for.

With huge thanks to everyone involved, here now is the segment as seen live on KPHO in Phoenix, Arizona at about three minutes after 5 a.m.