S.N. Evans
Bio
Christian, Writer of Fiction and Fantasy; human. I have been turning Caffeine into Words since 2007. If you enjoy my work, please consider liking, following, reposting on Social Media, or tipping. <3
God Bless!
Stories (78)
Filter by community
Overall Awkward Ordeal
Eliza frequented Cafe Brie often enough to be considered a regular—she practically lived in this coffee shop when not at home. She liked the ambiance and its ability to feed her busybody nature. Honestly, to her, people-watching counted as novel research. Her writing was bettered by realistic characters. Today, Eliza sat sipping her nonfat soy latte, brow furrowed. The man standing at the counter cut a familiar silhouette. His hair was deep red and messy, he had square shoulders, and his skin was slightly olive-toned. Indeed, she had met him or seen him somewhere before; everyone knew everyone in this little podunk town. Nothing more exciting happened than when Cafe Brie opened on the town square. It was difficult to tell without seeing his face; picking up her mug, she sipped her coffee and eavesdropped as he ordered a cafe moca– a reasonably standard order.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Fiction
Anxious Meeting
You hover your hand over the doorknob, your palms sweaty, and you swallow hard as you stand outside your supervisor’s office. Your mind reels through every poor decision you’ve made this past week, knowing that any of them could earn you this reprimand. You remind yourself that you’re not the worst employee. You’re always on time and taking extra work and shifts; you’re always polite. Blanching, your stomach clenches as you enter the small office and stand before his desk.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Fiction
Escapement
Lucy lulled between sleep and awake, thoughts blurred and scattered as sleep threatened to overcome her once more. An alarm blared, and swear words cascaded from her mouth; she slapped at the cruel bell near her head–success. As she rolled over, she checked her watch, glared at the early numbers, and groaned. Lucy extracted herself from her blanket nest and began descending the long ladder. Lucy’s bunk was the twenty-second pod; the hatch at the bottom was already open as she made her way to her next goal– breakfast.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Fiction
Growing Pains
I was too eager to publish my manuscript and get my name out there, so I neglected to give it a final read-through. As a result, I made a classic indie-author mistake and published something riddled with errors. Despite having good stories, I could have executed the book better. I feel embarrassed and panicked, wondering how to make things right. Should I silently update the eBook and paperback editions? I hope no one notices. Or should I offer to replace the improperly edited editions with the people I know? What if someone I don't know bought it? I have many questions swirling in my mind. Should I take the books down and try again in a few months? Or should I leave them up and create a different publication with a similar title?
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Writers
