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)
Dissonant Sorrows (Reedsy Contest #189)
(Inspired by Hans Christian Andersen, “The Little Match Girl”) It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The bitter winter wind sliced through her and siphoned the air from her lungs. Her winter clothes were a little barrier between the buffeting wind, and her exposed skin felt raw and scraped. So why was she out here? Was she running from sorrow, apathy, or obligations more? Now that her family had arrived, her burden increased, and it was the force chasing her into the cold. Approaching the familiar nearby forest, the copse of trees looked like tall, spindly, gossipy women shrouded in thick blankets of ice and snow. Yet, she knew somewhere within the bosom of that treeline was a sanctuary untouched by ice or snow. A space where the boughs refused to yield to harsh elements. If she could locate the safe haven of her youth, it might lend her the strength to face the coming days after her grandmother’s passing. It had been scarce longer than an hour, and she already found herself weary of her family’s company.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Fiction
Cerulean Apprentices
Biz sat upon the rock, licking her paws and preening herself beneath the warm, fabricated blue light of the cavern known as Trayvan’s Playground. Two of her three eyes were closed, and Biz trained the other upon her twin brother Vis. Vis was a katryx like her, a perfect amalgam of leopard, deer, and magic. As she relaxed, her ears twitched toward the sound of movement; Vis rose, stretched, and began pacing. As he did so, his split tail twitched from side to side, and his ears laid back; he was annoyed.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Fiction
Verdigris Stars
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky before fading to cerulean depths scattered by amber and verdigris stars. Silas Eccru sat on the apartment roof past curfew, gazing up at the display, questioning the current trajectory of his life. The answer eluded him, his wings quivering against their restraining straps on his back. Collecting his things, he descended the fire escape, sliding into his open window. Landing upon this bed with a soft thud, he dared not remain outside past curfew, not as a Peculiar.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Fiction
Dream Quest:
I knew I was playing a video game, piloting the main character, a mighty warrior, and her non-player companions. We were floating down a river on a raft directed by my newest companion, a soft-leather-clad fellow with knives hidden all over his person. He acted as our guide on our recent quest, pleasantly providing historical and world information as I played the rafting mini-game, keeping the raft away from the edges of the river and rocks.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Fiction
TimeBox Oddity
Hazle Marks received the call she dreaded most; in the middle of the night. Her father was dying, fading fast. She hustled out of bed, tossing on her house shoes and coat. Driving into town, she turned into Homestead Hospice Care and performed the worst parking job she had ever done. Slamming the car door, she did not bother to lock it. Instead, Hazle walked as fast as she could inside. A nurse, whose nametag said “Lyn,” waited outside her father’s room for her arrival. Her heart beat loud within her chest. Her emotions roiled inside her, ready to burst.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Fiction
>UPDATE 2023<
Welcome! It is now 2023, a few days in, and I wanted to take a moment to review 2022, talk about my plans for 2023, and talk about the newest addition to my brand, a logo. There are some reasons why it looks like it does, and I am happy to share.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Confessions
Vivid Dreams
Dealing with the Dragon: My family and I were running, fighting an enormous black dragon. We were all suited in armor and brandishing various weapons. Despite wearing different faces, races, and armor, we knew each other. They were avatars or characters like in Dungeons and Dragons or a video game.
By S.N. Evansabout a year ago in Confessions