S.N. Evans
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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
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Lucy's Crazy Day Off
Lucy reviewed her to-do list in her head. Inside the house, she had to do the dishes, do the laundry, make her bed, etc. Outside the house, she needed to get groceries and drop off a package. Her at-home chores took little time to accomplish. Lucy lived alone and was a pretty clean person. Checking that she had everything she needed, including her shopping list, she picked up the package and exited the car. Lucy entered, placed the package and purse into the passenger seat, and started the engine. Three dings, and she looked down at the dash, sighing. The sensors in the tires said her rear left tire was low.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Devil's Bargain
Screaming, Knell fell to her knees, her left hand stretched out with her right on the holy symbol on her side. She whispers prayers to the Light, begging and pleading for him to spare her partner whose body lies broken before her. Tears stream down her face– the Light’s will is not in it. Shrieking in frustration, she put down her hand as the light faded from Faden’s eyes. Weeping, she collapsed beside him, her head on his chest. She questioned why he had done it– why did he give his life to spare her? He had saved her, her idiot hero. Knell lay there for a long time on the side of the road at a crossroads to Salvayne.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
From Dark 'till Dawn
Standing before the painting, appraising the figures, Lucy could not deny the similarities between the woman and herself—the woman holding a baby in absurd white ruffles. Wine-colored hair framed her heart-shaped face and a button nose. She and Lucy shared the same features. Chewing her lip, Lucy moved on, shining her flashlight on the darker areas of the room, snapping pictures with her camera, praying that she had enough memory to get all the images she wanted. Falhurst Manor was an absolute mystery until its caretaker recently passed on. When her friend Lydia called her to explore the legendary time capsule, she had no choice but to take the long drive from the city to see it.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
All-nighter
The trio sat in the cozy dorm lounge at a well-worn round table with cups of caffeine and snacks scattered about their books, papers, and laptops. Erin worked on an essay for her history final, typing and retyping the same handful of sentences in different ways, which is the definition of insanity. Jud attempted to review the entirety of his Literature class’s curriculum. His professor had given the class no direction on what to study for the final exam. Rily sat cross-legged, flipping through her sketchbook, disgusted at her lack of inspiration. She had a week to complete a final sketch. She had an idea at the beginning of the year, but now it seemed too simple to work. Tearing the page she had spent the last three hours sketching, she crumpled it up in a ball and lobbed it at the nearest waste can.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Haily's Comet
The shooting star streaked across the night sky, knocked from the heavens by some unknown force, and descended in a brilliant trail of glimmering silver. As it descended the exosphere into the thermosphere, passing the mesosphere, stratosphere, and finally, troposphere, it decreased in size and weight. It was no larger than a gumball when it collided with the grass in Haily’s backyard. Usually, such a happening would have passed notice, but Haily could not sleep, so she sat awake near her window. Her parents had gotten her a telescope after much begging last year, and it had become a pastime, on the night's sleep eluded her, gaze up into the heavens until she became too exhausted to keep her eyes open.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Creeps. Top Story - March 2024.
Climbing from her apartment window onto the rusty fire escape, she carefully avoided the sharp bits she had snagged herself on before. Up a few more ladders and landings, she finally ascended to the rooftop. Laying on her back, she peered up at the stars that began appearing in the night sky. She had done this since she was a girl. Long ago, it became too dangerous to travel on the ground, significantly as night fell. However, from this particular vantage point, the world looked the same as before the reckoning, except for the decrease of smog. She felt like she could reach up and touch the twinkling lights above her and swirl them around her fingers like diamond rings.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Horror
Cyril Doesn't Get It
It was the middle of the night, and Cyril could not sleep. Down below the loft, he could see the flicker of candlelight. Cyril kept his eyes pinched shut, as he was supposed to be sleeping beside his two brothers, but he couldn't help but eavesdrop. Usually, when this happened, all he had to do was try to make sense of what his parents were saying, and he would fall asleep out of boredom or frustration that they were speaking too quietly to hear.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Maya's Flight
The ballroom was filled with dapper suits dancing in splendorous gowns. They whirled across the dance floor like the shifting innards of a kaleidoscope. The music dictated their speed, and the dancers' proficiency dictated their rhythm. It was enough to make one dizzy, and Maya felt dizzy as she watched from the balcony above. The company she was expected to keep was wearing thin on her patience. So many suitors asked her to dance, a problem that many would not see as a problem, but Maya was already in love; he just had not noticed her yet. She was sure that once he caught her, the stars would align, and they could be together.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
