John Eva

Joined January 2022

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I just like writing.

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Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge
SelfRunner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge
Dear Reader, Let me set the scene for you, as without it, what follows might seem like a hollow exercise in response to some arbitrary competition. I have been building this playlist since I’ve known what a playlist was, and honestly probably before that. The following are not top hits. Some aren’t even what folks would call ‘good songs.' No, this is a labor of love, a personal journey chronicled by track. So I invite you, dear reader, to take a chance and explore this musical odyssey with me, explore who I am as a writer, music listener, and human.
By John Eva7 months ago in Beat
Wow
The taste of bubblegum lip balm lingered on his tongue as they explored the new territory of each other. As they parted he saw his own nervousness reflected in her, a rush of adrenaline and relief coursed through him. He saw the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. They stood there, in awkward silence for a few moments, until she broke it "Wow," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. “Yeah, wow,” he echoed, his heart soaring. So that was a kiss.
By John Eva7 months ago in Fiction
Faithful
Michael had always trusted Emily implicitly. They had been together for over a decade, and in that time, he had never once doubted her faithfulness. An afternoon in late spring sought to change all of that.
By John Eva7 months ago in Fiction
Us
I was entranced by her beauty. The way the sunlight hit her face, highlighting every contour, every curve, every flaw. I was drawn to her, an artist to a portrait that he could never paint, never dare to take.
By John Eva7 months ago in Poets
Just a heads up
Dear Me, As I crack my knuckles and begin to type, memories of our senior year come flooding back to me like a river unleashed. It was a time of great confusion, when you struggled to find your place in the world. Your confidence, or lack thereof, was a constant shadow that followed you wherever you went. You couldn't see your own potential, blinded as you were by your own doubts and insecurities.
By John Eva8 months ago in Poets
Shoot
The morning of the game, I woke up with a strange sense of detachment. Basketball had become an afterthought, just another item on a long list of things that I would soon leave behind. My mind was already racing ahead to college, to the future, to everything that lay beyond the confines of this small town. I thought about my friends, who were scattering to the winds. It was hard to imagine what my life would be like without them, without the familiar routines and faces that had defined my existence for so long.
By John Eva8 months ago in Unbalanced
sick
So, something simmers submerged, shallow sin Sinking, sacrilegious spoiled, sour skin. Sick, sickly, sickening sycophant suffering
By John Eva8 months ago in Poets
Fabricated
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Tick For two and a half minutes every Thursday she could see it. It was dark and imposing. It frightened her, as it stood for everything that was unsafe. Evanora was safe.
By John Eva12 months ago in Futurism
Like no one ever was
"I want to be the very best, like no one ever was." Scene from Pokemon opening theme song - The Pokemon Company For 25 years Ash Ketchum has been the face of Pokemon, and now with the most recent announcement, we learn that he is retiring.
By John Eva12 months ago in Geeks
What do you want to be?
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. By snowy, I mean slushy. Like the worst kind of slush that just coats the roads in a cold sludge. You know, the snow that's more gray than white, and takes away years of your life if you stare too long? That snowy.
By John Evaabout a year ago in Fiction
Born in 1964
That day started like any other day. Wake up, brush my teeth, get dressed, order the damnation of thousands, eat breakfast, etc. Geoffrey reminded me that we had public decapitations at noon the following day per the schedule. There was also apparently a rebellion in the south that would need quashing eventually.
By John Evaabout a year ago in Fiction
A Wild Forest
The thing about humans is that they smell horrible. Sure dragons sweat, and ogres have that thing about dirt. But humans are by far the worst. They smell of things worse than manure and death.
By John Evaabout a year ago in Fiction