Josh Evans
Bio
photographer and graphic designer
I write only when motivated by interesting subjects
I enjoy unique plots or reused plots with a unique spin
Especially in suspense and thriller genres.
Stories (2)
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The Glow
“Going once....going twice.....sold to the gentleman in the blue shirt”, my friends and I leap out of our seats with excitement as we bask in the moment, the others in attendance clapping and cheering us on during this charity auction. The auction was set-up to raise money for the local schools and people all over the city donated a variety of items to help support the cause. A unique aspect of the auction was that the items were concealed by brown paper boxes. With this no one knew what they would receive after winning their bid, but the excitement from the mystery was enough to entice many people to participate. My friends and I were acting childish from winning, but we did not care about how we looked to others. After losing out on the first few auction items we were determined to win something and luckily we did. We all pooled our money together and managed to get three different boxes. After the auction concluded we headed to the nearest diner with our prizes in order to decide who gets what. Once we placed our orders, I decided to ask my friends, Tariq and Jason, on how they wanted to handle the prizes. “ Should we just play for it?”, I said jokingly yet half seriously. Tariq was the first to respond, “Hmmm that actually sounds like fun” he said, fixing his glasses as he leaned closer. Then Jason spoke up, with a slight frown, “That all depends on the game we play, any suggestions Jordan?”. They both stare at me with looks of anticipation and concern as I start thinking of something fun and fair that we could play. After a brief minute I shrug my shoulders and blurt out “Maybe rock, paper, scissors?”. When the words escaped my mouth I immediately cringed at the thought of three thirty year old men playing a kids game like this but thankfully Tariq and Jason liked the idea instead of shaming me. We played six games in total, due to having a few tied games, but we finally decided a winner. Jason won in the end with Tariq getting second place, and me dead last losing in the third round. We decide to both split our prizes and not open the boxes until they have been divided between us. We eat and drink until we are ready to leave which is when we finally lay out the boxes and divide them up. Jason grabs the one on my left, Tariq chose the one on my right, and the middle was left to me. We were ecstatic with uncovering the mysteries inside our boxes as we began to open them. Jason was the first to open his box which revealed a roughly six inch figurine of an angel made with white stone trimmed with a gold material. Tariq opened his box to reveal an old bayonet like knife which seemed to be pretty old; perfect for a collector like him. Both of them appeared satisfied with their purchase which only increased my excitement. I slowly opened up my box, smiling so hard that my cheeks felt like they could tear, and when I looked inside it revealed another box however it was empty. I stared in disbelief, “this can’t be it right?” unable to hide the disappointment in my voice. I slumped back in my seat in disbelief, I look at my friends who give me a look of ‘Sucks to be you’, to which Jason tells me “You win some you lose, don’t beat yourself up about this. Let's get out of here man”. I sigh deeply and nod as we pay our bill.
By Josh Evans4 years ago in Fiction
The Fear and Love of Chocolate
I stare at it, my eyes glazed in a trance, mouth watering at the anticipation of the first bite, thoughts swirling over the phantasmal taste and alluring aroma filling my nostrils. What lies before me is one singular slice of chocolate cake smothered with chocolate icing which gleaming with a dark radiance that permeates my skin. I lean in closer to my dining table, inching my chair ever closer, finally in reach of my great prize, and then...i stop. Then it hits me, a strange pressure in my chest like there is a hand strangling my heart and the tightening
By Josh Evans5 years ago in Fiction
