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
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Stories (70/0)
Snowy Dragon
The bitter winter wind blew through the pass, shooting fat snowflakes across the ravine’s craggy peaks. Water seeps from tree roots through the cracks in the rock in icy waterfalls. No creature in its right mind would be out in the flurry. Instead, they nestle in small caves, nooks, and crannies, anywhere shielded from the cold. Inside the snow-wreathed mouth of a small cave lays a creature upon a bed of gold. She is long and slender with a white-scaled body protectively wrapped around a pile of gold. Her stomach growls; she has not eaten in days, but will not budge. She cannot make the same mistake she made last year.
By S.N. Evans4 months ago in Fiction
Praying for Sunshine
The small battery-powered FM radio notifies us that many powerlines are down. This is the cold snap of the century. We don’t know how long it will be out, and we are in a rural area. Bundling up, we walked a quarter of a mile to my grandmother’s sturdy foundation house. Where we rely on her ancient castiron stove to keep us warm and cook, fed only as much wood as necessary to keep the temperature barely warm enough to be comfortable. We’ve put quilts over the doorway to the hall and door outside to keep in as much of the warmth as possible. Hunkering down, we wait for the pot of snow to heat up and boil for water and coffee to percolate.
By S.N. Evans4 months ago in Fiction
Vanished
I do not know the time or date when I was first misplaced, but I know where creativity occurs is my home— this is not it. The place of creativity is bright most of the day and dark at night. This place is only dark but not completely dark. I can observe the palace of creativity through a gap wide enough to slide through. If I had a voice, I would have called out or screamed; if I could independently move, I would have returned where I belong– but I have neither. Though I started counting the passage of time, the days and nights bled together. Every day, my hope of retrieval diminished until only my memories of the time before and the chill of this resting place remained.
By S.N. Evans4 months ago in Fiction
On the subject of Chaos-Crows
I am S.N. Evans; you know me here on Vocal as a writer and prospective author, but I am a woman of many hats and interests. I want to talk to you about art. More accurately, my best friend EJ and I created the art as the two crows of Chaos-Crows, a Redbubble shop we started this fall.
By S.N. Evans4 months ago in Art
Herald of Winter's Chill
Eira Astair, a bard by trade, stood outside the Alabaster Arrow, pouting. Her performance had not gone as planned, but it was far from the worst she had ever given. She took solace in that, breathing deep the chill night air. Drifts of fresh-fallen snow blew gently in the light wind. Eira was at home in the icy chill of newly fallen snow. A winter spirit, the cold did not bother her like other mortals. Holding her hand to catch a few flakes, they didn’t melt. The cold was why she ventured to Illux City in the first place. It was mesmerizing this time of year, with its towers covered in glittering frost and ice. Walking with her lute in hand, she begins plucking a few strings.
By S.N. Evans4 months ago in Fiction
Ready for Winter to End
Snow and ice as far as the eye can see, patches of street indiscernible from road or yard. A thin glaze of ice, snow packed firm, conditions in which no one should venture forth. Fluffy drifts of snow danced upon the wicked wind. Severe gusts that cut like knives straight to the bone. Frost-nipped fingers and bitten toes. Noses and cheeks red from winter’s burn. Pale gray clouds blot out the sun—dull, achy fingers, joints, and feet inside, where heaters and furnaces struggle to keep pace.
By S.N. Evans4 months ago in Fiction
Delicate Ice Crystals
Fluffy ice crystals adorn her glossy black hair like shimmering diamonds and settle upon her eyelashes. Apple-bright windburned cheeks and nose accentuated her pale skin. Large crystal-blue eyes assess the frigid snow drifts and unmistakable ice spires with a sculptor's eye. Beside her, in the snow, lay her bag of tools for her magic. Pacing around a sizable ice pillar created by a frozen trickle of water draining from a nearby cliff, she imagined what might lay inside the ice. Reaching into her bag, she removed an ice chisel and began marking the ice. She had to break it gently, or the solid ice would crack, spoiling its possibility.
By S.N. Evans5 months ago in Fiction
#200 Future Plans
I did not plan on returning to Vocal this year (2024). I stopped regularly posting for various reasons in 2023, among them being mental health complications and frustration with my progress on the platform. I felt jaded. No matter what I did, I could not generate new views. I only had a handful of followers and expected to garner at least passive views, but that has yet to happen. My followers are likely friends and family members who have accepted the request because they know and love me rather than want to read my work.
By S.N. Evans5 months ago in Journal
Why and How do we Study the Bible?
Why study the Bible? As a believer in Christ, studying the Bible is essential. God reveals his character and will to us through His Word. Every passage of the Bible reveals God's divine nature and intentions for mankind. It is eternal food and water which satiates our soul. Studying the Word hones our discernment and guards us against false teachings. But how might we do it? Studying the Bible feels like a daunting task. The Bible has 66 books broken into two major sections: the Old Testament (39) and the New Testament (27.) There are many online resources on how to split these up into more manageable pieces. But the point of this article is to explain the approach that works best for me and is not a one-size-fits-all approach. I encourage you to explore as many approaches as you like so long as their teaching is Biblically sound.
By S.N. Evans6 months ago in Families
The Lion, the Witch, and the Writing Schedule
Beginning to write on Vocal Media again has stirred up a whirlwind of creativity and emotions. It has been a long time since I have been active on this platform. Primarily due to life changes and fluctuations in mental health that I will not dive into the details of here. But, after much consideration and prayer, I decided to become active again. Writing on this platform keeps me motivated and accountable for creating content, and it’s one of the things I love about Vocal. I also love the community; everyone supports each other and understands that being a benign writer is challenging, regardless of the content written.
By S.N. Evans8 months ago in Journal
“Rock of Ages” Hope in the Storm
“God help me, please; I don’t know what to do.” That's my prayer right now: to cry out in my affliction and anguish to the only one who understands and can help. I don’t know the future, but I know he is in control. Though my battery is leaking energy, my mind unfocused, and my corpulent body… He knows how to help me. That’s all I have. I bring nothing of value to my life, only disobedience and misery of my own making. I feel so stupid sometimes, and then I’m struck by the knowledge that God has considered my stupidity, so I needn’t worry.
By S.N. Evans8 months ago in Longevity
“Start your story in the middle of the action" A glance into my scene writing process with the scene written at the end.
Like taking a whetstone to a blade keeps the edge keen, practicing writing helps keep us sharp. So, I have decided to practice with prompts. I find them here, there, and everywhere. Some of them I write myself and others I pull from neverending sources of inspiration such as Reedsy Prompts. I gather a handful of prompts I like per week and decide to write one or two as time permits, always striving for at least one. Now, for the process!
By S.N. Evans11 months ago in Journal