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What? It’s back?

Yes, that’s right! Part 4 of the Fan-Voted Story is back with a vengeance.

Unfortunately, no one voted last time, so I continued on my own. So, if you want to help shape the story about what is going to happen to Kayla, please vote down below. If you like someone’s suggestion, like it! I’ll choose the highest voted suggestion or, if there isn’t one, the suggestion that I like best.

If you want to catch up with the story, please go to the Evan Elias section of the Living Author’s Society page.

Back to the action!

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Hello everybody!

It’s been a long time coming but Part 3 of my Fan Voted Story is here!

The winning suggestion from last time was made by Mandibelle16. Thank you for the suggestion that the ring was dark magic and there were consequences for using it.

If you need to catch up on the story, feel free to go back on the Evan Elias section of the Living Author’s Society page. While you’re at it, feel free to check some of the other authors as well, they’re very talented.

As always, please comment down below about what you think should happen and what you thought. The winning comment will dictate where the story goes from here!

Now, without further ado, let the story continue…

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In the Morning

Posted: March 12, 2017 by Evan Elias in Scene, Short Story, Uncategorized, Writing Exercise

Hello everyone, it’s been a very long time since I’ve last posted but I’m back! I plan on uploading more regularly too, now, so please check out my stuff and, if you like what you see, come on back.

A quick heads up: The next part of my fan voted story will be released soon, so check back on my older posts to find part 1 and 2. The direction of the fan story is decided upon by you, the readers. So if you’ve been disappointed with stories in the past, this is your chance to choose where the story goes. More detailed instructions are on Part 1 and will be on the incoming Part 3.

As for this post, it’s a small experiment in present tense writing style for me as well as a way to get back into writing things on the blog, so it might not be your cup of tea. Regardless, feel free to leave your comments to let me know what you thought of it.

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After writing my Doctor Who Vampire Article, I found myself suddenly consumed by inspiration. Generally, I try to refrain from posting Fan Fiction-type stuff on here to try a maintain a facade of professionalism. In this case, however, I just decided to go for it.

Note that this story contains elements of horror. Consider yourselves warned. Without further ado, I present my final entry for Vampire Week: Vampire’s Dawn

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This post is a part of Vampire Week, in celebration of my YA vampire novella, REVENANT, releasing on amazon and kindle!

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We interrupt your scheduled programming to bring you a longer than normal, and quite personal, post.

Vampire Week trudges on! I was going to use today to talk about the two best episodes of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” but I decided to kill two birds with one stone, making a post related to my novella as well as knock out an assignment for class.

I have a writerly obsession- adolescence. Specifically, the end of it. That weird middle ground between being a child and being an adult, the exact timing of it something no one really can agree on. It’s why I still love Young Adult novels, even as I push into my twenties. There’s a running theme in YA of the end of adolescence, sometimes the theme is presented in such a literal, heavyhanded way it just seems pandering (looking at you, Divergent.) But sometimes its subtext, adding a relatability and connection that many adult novels don’t have. Here are a couple of things I’ve written that deal with my obsession with adolescence- an autobiographical short story and then a collection of poems.

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Hello people of the internet! I thought I would do something fun. I’ve written the beginning of a story here. It doesn’t end, it merely stops mid-way through. I thought I would write this with the assistance of anyone who wants to participate.

If you have ideas on where you want the story to go, comment on my story! If you like what someone else has commented, like that comment. I will choose the highest liked comment and use that to continue on the story. Or, if there is a tie, I’ll choose my favorite. I will try, as best I can, to write the next part of the story every week.

This is a reader’s choice story! The direction the story goes is up to you.

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The Little Folk

Posted: October 25, 2015 by Evan Elias in Short Story
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Hey, everyone! It’s been a while but here’s another short story I’ve written.


November 7, 2015

As I sit here, looking out of my hospital room window at a line of tall pine trees, I am reminded of them. I am only alive thanks to them. So, I would like to thank the Little Folk. This isn’t like what directors say, when they grasp their little Oscar statues and, with tears in their eyes, thank all the people under them. No, the people I speak of were truly little. So little in fact, that I could probably fit five of them in my hand. More, if I weren’t worried about crushing them.

Anyways, I was skiing in the Rocky Mountains when I met them.  It had been clear all morning, and I had been wrecking the slopes for hours when I decided to take the black diamond course I hadn’t yet taken. This course had a ski lift especially for it. I was halfway up the mountain, looking down upon a carpet of snow accompanied by a green honor guard of pine trees on either side, when the weather turned. It turned hard.

My leisurely ride up the mountain turned into one of those amusement park swing rides when gales of wind came rushing over the mountainside. A second later, my vision was obscured with snow. A blizzard had blown in.

I hung on for as long as I could but, being up as high as I was, I was never going to be able to stay up there indefinitely. It probably only happened in a second, though it felt like much longer while I was up there. My hands were numb with the cold, and I couldn’t feel them anymore. Then, in one heart stopping instant I wasn’t huddled up on the ski lift chair. I was falling amidst a flurry of snowflakes, the biggest and most unique of them all.

Now I’d like to say that, after falling, I blacked out and didn’t remember hitting the ground at all. Unfortunately, real life doesn’t work that way. Despite all of the snow, I hit the ground like a ton of bricks. I felt a intense, sharp, pain in my left arm and I felt bones in my legs snap. I laid there, stunned, trying to process the deluge of pain I was in. Then, using my right arm to push myself up against the protest of my entire body, I looked around.

The first thing I noticed was the wind and snow were lessened around me. I had blown into the cover of the trees. The second thing I noticed was the red stain of blood, pooling up on my left side. Looking at my left arm, I could see the pale off-white color of bone poking out of a gory mess of an arm. I knew it wasn’t good. I screamed for help, despite knowing that no one would hear me over the howl of the wind.

It wasn’t long after that–I don’t know how long–I had given up. The blood loss had dulled my senses. That was when I saw them.

I haven’t told anyone this because they’ll say it was just a hallucination caused by the extreme loss of blood but I know it was true.

I was looking around, waiting for the end when I saw the trunks of the trees around me shimmer and ripple like water. Small creatures stepped out of the trees. I thought they were little humans until they walked up close, standing in a circle around me and began speaking in a strange high pitched language. They walked on two legs, had two eyes, a nose, ears and hair like humans but they looked nothing like us in actuality. Their ears were pointed and long and their eyes were a pure white, without pupils. Their hair was different shades of green and their bodies were spindly and lithe.

For some reason I wasn’t afraid, though I probably should have been. They began chanting around me and the air wavered around me as if it were a hot day, despite the snow. The pain that had become a part of my soul drained away and my the flow of blood from my arm slowed to a trickle. I was filled with relief. I smiled at one of the creatures, a female with mossy green hair, and fell asleep, exhausted and safe at last.

The search crew found me the next morning, alone in and mangled in a clearing. There was a circle around me where no snow had fallen. Outside the circle were high walls of snow. They were astonished to find me alive as most had given up hope and were expecting to find a corpse or nothing at all. The doctors, if possible, were even more surprised. According to them, I should have bled out and died long before the search crews found me.

I know how I survived. It was thanks to those Little Folk. That’s why, when I get better, I’m going back to that ski resort. It’ll be hard, looking for creatures no higher than my ankles in a snowy forest. Hopefully I won’t step on any of them. But, hard as it will be, I want to do something to thank them.