Ruban Evets
Bio
A good writer puts part of their soul into their writing. A great writer puts all of it.
Stories (12)
Filter by community
The Man on the Porch
Every town has its tall tales, local lore, and town legends. In Delaware County, there are several local legends that most people swear by, like Satanville (although technically not in Delco), and the ghost of Dog Kennel Road. But none can compare to the man on the porch. Inside a paint-chipped screen-in porch on Bloomfield Avenue in Drexel Hill sat a heavy-set man watching a small 16-inch TV. Now, this sounds like nothing extraordinary or anything but ordinary; however, this man was on his porch from sunrise to sunrise. In all of my years traveling along Bloomfield Road, whether it be dropping my brother off at an early morning ice hockey practice at 5 A.M., coming home late from a party at 2 A.M., or just traveling in my day-to-day activities in the afternoon or morning, the man was always there. The TV would still be on, and he would always be in his white tank-top shirt. It didn’t matter if it was below freezing or hotter than hell on an August day, he was still there. Kids would make up stories suggesting this or that, thinking he was a creeper or not right in the head. But he never struck me as anything monstrous or sinister. Instead, he seemed sincere and genuine.
By Ruban Evets6 months ago in Fiction
Did I Fail a Test from God?
Every day, we are tested. Regardless of what you believe in spiritually, we are tested. It may be a test of our patience, our kindness, our knowledge, etc. The other day I was tested and I can’t help but feel that I failed. It’s kept me up at night and has been a swirling thought in my head that can’t seem to dissipate. This man, this scenario, and this interaction have been replaying over and over. It doesn’t help that I have OCD. But I think, regardless of my diagnosis, I would still be contemplating this.
By Ruban Evets6 months ago in Humans
Against the Gods
Chapter 1 A Dying Man’s Wish In a quiet village near Athens, a young man is running as fast as he can to aid an elderly man. The elderly man isn’t related to the young man, but still, the old man has looked over the young man for as long as he could remember.
By Ruban Evets2 years ago in Chapters
Mr. Sanderson's Shoes
He always wore his worn-out, tattered leather dress shoes because that is what he did every day since he got them 52 years ago. It was just another day for Mr. Sanderson, who would continue with his usual daily routine. Mr. Sanderson was known to most as the crotchety old man on the street. His house was falling apart; shudders hung crooked, paint chipped off, and there were holes in the roof. He walked past his weed-filled and overgrown garden and past his dilapidated fence. He was always grumbling and complaining about this or that. If anyone found himself or herself walking on the same side of the street, he or she would cross the street just to avoid any contact with the infamous Mr. Sanderson.
By Ruban Evets2 years ago in Fiction
Against the Gods
Chapter 1 A Dying Man’s Wish In a quiet village near Athens, a young man is running as fast as he can to aid an elderly man. The elderly man isn’t related to the young man, but still, the old man has looked over the young man for as long as he could remember.
By Ruban Evets3 years ago in Fiction
Blind Date
Blind Date It’s 5:38 on a Saturday night. Like every great masterpiece, Jennifer is gently putting on her foundation, and ready to begin the process of “becoming beautiful.” She is staring closely at her flaws and imperfections as they close and become hidden underneath her powdered mask. She looks into the mirror, not vainly, but optimistically, as she is hoping tonight will be the night; the night she meets her prince charming, the night she is swept off her feet by her valiant and handsome hero, and live out the Disney fantasy. She smiles back at herself, with these thoughts of her perfect evening running through her head. Like an artist, she is contouring her face, with product after product. Slowly hiding away a part of the beautiful girl she really is, but out of evolution, she must adapt. She must evolve to compete with the other girls who do the same thing to score her alpha, her dream, her Disney prince.
By Ruban Evets3 years ago in Fiction
Trainwrecks and Apologies
Trainwrecks and Apologies Jim is in the waiting room of a busy therapist's office. He looks around the room making eye contact with nobody but staring at everyone at their most vulnerable. He is expecting a stereotype of people holding soggy tissues, bleeding mascara, and people trembling or rocking in place and talking to imaginary people. But, to his surprise, these people look like normal people waiting to see any ordinary doctor or dentist. Other than, the teenage girl wearing too much eyeliner and too short of a skirt, in her apparent rebellious phase, Jim wouldn’t think anything was wrong with any of these people. Just ordinary people, the type that walks down the same aisle at the grocery store as him.
By Ruban Evets3 years ago in Fiction
Mirror, Mirror
Once, there was a King and Queen who believed in peace and never sought war. The King and Queen loved everyone the same and never attacked any nation. The King and Queen were expecting a baby. The baby was born but the Queen died in labor. A beautiful baby girl was born. She was so beautiful the King named her Angel because that’s what he believed she was. The King went from village to village and kingdom to kingdom to show off his beautiful ¨Angel.¨ She was presented with gifts of gold, animals, and land from those who could. The poor and peasants would even present her with flowers or fruit they picked from their lands.
By Ruban Evets3 years ago in Fiction
Crazy Mr. Gould. Top Story - July 2022.
A homeless man bumped into me today at the bank. I found it ironic to see that even a penniless man needs a bank account. Must have been a good day panhandling, I thought. Though I was a good ten feet from the man, his unbearable stench made its presence known. He smelled of stagnant water and burnt trash. I couldn’t help but breathe through my mouth and I could hear the woman behind me follow suit.
By Ruban Evets4 years ago in Fiction
