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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!


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…



When he had captured the unicorn, he’d thought it would make him rich, that all the world would know his name, but it hadn’t taken long for him to learn the truth.

He had brought it before the television presenters, all those cameras staring, all those faces, and it had flickered like an old television until they could not see it at all.

That had been when he’d understood: secret things can only live in shadows and can only be seen in the corner of your eye.

This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Fleur Treurniet for providing the prompt photo!


He watched from the shadows as they came with their machines and their axes and their ropes, cutting and grabbing and pulling. The tree groaned and shrieked, but they kept on, tearing at it until it toppled in a storm of green needles. They cheered, their voices carrying through the still air to the silent place where he waited, folded like origami in the dark.

They had broken the deal, these little humans, the deal sealed long ago with an acorn and old bones. The living contract was being hauled across cement, dragged away to be unceremoniously hacked apart, all just to build another parking lot, another cold temple to commercialism.

He tapped knife-sharp nails together as he unfolded from his hiding place, slipping from shadow to shadow, unseen by living eye.

They had broken the contract and now he was free to do as he pleased.

Word Count: 147

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Shivangi Singh for providing the prompt photo!


Black shadows fled from the white light of the solitary lamppost, moving like wild things as The Stranger walked amongst them. His long, battered coat flew out behind him like a pair of dark wings. He came to stop, staring up at the light, the only bright thing on this starless night.

This was how things always started: a quiet town, a cold wind, a shadowy night. Every place he stopped, everywhere he went, it was always the same story. He was pulled onwards, to new places and new people, to solve their problems and move on, never able to rest.

Any minute now, he thought. It’s about to begin. 

And then, through the dark and silent night, came an unearthly howl of fury that could be made by no human being.

The Stranger ran towards it, as he always did.

It was time for the story to begin.

Word Count: 149

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting the challenge and Maria for contributing the prompt photo!

Hello everyone, sorry for the long wait!

It’s time for Part Two of the Reader’s Choice Story!

Last time I only managed to get one suggestion for Part One of the Reader’s Choice Story so, obviously, that suggestion won! Big thanks to werrf for suggesting that something that Kayla bought was what protected her from the monster.

So, here we go again! Like last time, if you have any suggestions or ideas on what you think will happen or what you want to happen next, comment on the post. If you like a suggestion, like it! I’ll use the highest voted comment on the next segment of the story.(If you don’t know what happened last time, the previous segment is here.) (more…)

Word Count: 150


I check back every day to see if the bike’s still there. It always is. It never moves.

I don’t know why I keep expecting it to be gone, why I keep expecting her to pedal by on it, smiling at me and asking why I was so worried.

“I’m fine,” she’ll say. “I just forgot to go back for my bike for a while. And I couldn’t call you because…”

Even in my head I can’t come up with reasonable explanations.

I told her not to go into that dingy grey building, but it was too much for the zoologist in her to resist.

“Sounds like a whole colony of bats,” she said.

When I told her about the shadowy man in the window, the one nobody ever saw in daylight, she laughed at me.

I hope she’s laughing now, somewhere safe, but deep down I know she isn’t.

This is my entry for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Check it out here!

It’s also a tie-in to LAS’s Vampire Week, a week-long celebration of bloodsucking monsters. This is being held to promote my friend and fellow blogger  Jaden C. Kilmer’s vampire YA novella, REVENANT, which is available on Amazon now for $1.50. It’s also free for Kindle Unlimited users.

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