A.S.Evon’s Pennings

 If you’re reading this, we’re probably already friends. Either we know each other in real life, or we know each other because you have read my other posts that I’m sure I’ll be posting in the future. Hello there, my friend. I’m glad you’ve stopped by. It’s been several years since I’ve done anything related to writing. It’s been several years since I’ve wanted to do anything related to writing.  So what have I been doing all this time? The answer is, living a grown up life. (That sounds way more boring than it did in my head). As you may have guessed if you’ve read any of my stories or novels, I wrote them all when I was a teenager in high school. I was thirteen and fourteen when I wrote and published The Quill Chronicles. The following year I wrote a novel that flopped on me. Putting me at age sixteen, I wrote The Slayer Amongst Us . The next year I started to write another novel, but it had some themes I didn’t know how to resolve at the time. I may yet come back to it, som...

    She hurled the laptop across the room in frustration. For months now she hadn’t been able to type one word. Not even a storyline had come to her; only fragments which never made sense put together.     People said her novels were good, that she wrote well for her age. Then why did it seem she always wrote junk?     Trying to fill the void over the last few months, she had done most everything to get her mind on other things, to inspire creativity, to at least be able to come up with something. But everyday she sunk further into the deep emptiness. She had tried every genre. Adventure came out dull. Thriller became stupid. Romance reminded her of how alone she really was. Mystery fell apart at the seams. Science fiction turned creepy way too fast. Fantasy was all too like reality.     Fresh air and coffee. That was what she needed. Grabbing her jacket and scarf, she pulled on her boots and trudged out t...

Chapter Seven     Once they both passed, white sheets were draped over them and they were rolled out into the hall. The men rolled them down the main hall and out the glass double doors where a truck was awaiting their arrival. They loaded the bodies and the doctor in charge climbing into the cab with the driver. The diver started the truck and he commented, “That was quicker than usual.”     The white coated man replied, “Yes, they were already weak. Don’t go to the fire pit; take us out of here were that tiny town used to be.”     The driver protested, explaining his reasons. “But Dr. Mendaf order them to be burned and I’ll get in trouble if he finds—”     “I don’t care what he said!” the man interrupted sharply. “Nothing good ever happens at that fire pit, and I won’t to risk my life for these scum bags. Take us out of town!”     The driver shrugged and a stubborn silence fell between them as they b...

Chapter Six     Jolting forward in her narrow white bed, Roxanne screamed struggling against the nylon restrains which pinned her in a laying position to the bed. She felt something tight around her neck, choking her as she fought the restraints. Her heart raced as she looked around wildly. She was in a cold sweat and breathing hard. She heard herself screaming uncontrollably. “Get me out! Get me out of that place!”      A couple of people in white coats rushed to her side and they were saying things in a soothing voice but she didn’t hear them. Frantically her eyes darted around the room, trying to distinguish shapes and colors in the darkness. There seemed to be quite a few men in white coats and beside her, to the left, was another bed like her’s with someone on it. She couldn’t see who it was because there were white coated doctors surrounding them as well. Tugging wildly against the restrains, she fought against every hand that held her do...

Chapter Five     Roxanne’s eyelids fluttered open and she squinted in the brightness. Blinking a couple of times it took a few seconds for her to realize what had happened. Then everything came crashing back to her like a heavy weight. Everything that they had done, everything that they had seen, everything that they had experienced, wasn’t real. Did that mean that Damian was fake as well? Or was she the one who was fake? Where were they dumped this time anyway?     Sitting up, she glanced around her, taking everything in, once her eyes adjusted. They were in another room which was completely white, reflecting the day light that flooded through the windows to her left. Also on her left was Damian. He sat up at about the same time she did, and they both observed silently for a moment. There was nothing in the white glamorous room. It was a fair size, with a tile floor and a white smooth ceiling. There were no lights except the natural sunshine, which...

Chapter Four As she was speaking the wall began to rotate back into place. Damian jumped forward and slipped into the hall with her just as the cement wall ground back into place.     They were trapped.     Roxanne stared with her mouth open. She stuttered her apology, “I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have done that.”     Sighing Damian leaned against the wall, then said, “That’s alright, I guess it saved us from having to choose. Come on, let’s see what’s on the other side of that door.”     Their foot steps echoed as they clanked on the metallic floor. There were no light bulbs in the hall, the very walls seemed to glow from an unknown source. The door was about twenty yards from the opening in the wall and they soon covered the distance. They stopped before the door and looked at each other for a second. Damian broke the small silence by saying, “I don’t know what lays on the other side of this door, but I promise to...

Chapter Three Roxanne read the paper over a few times then glanced at the key in her hand. A key to room one hundred and twenty-three, and a note biding her to go to room fifty-seven, the maintenance room. Which should she choose? Come to think of it, she wasn’t even sure where room one hundred and twenty-three was. Should she go consult Dr. Grey? He would know where that room was. No, he was experimenting. Who, or what, was this Darkness character?     After more thought she concluded that the only option was to go to room fifty-seven and figure out what was going on. But what ever was happening, she didn’t have a very good feeling about it. Something wasn’t quite right about any of this.     She headed down the stairs and realized that the oversized mouse was gone, and that it seemed to have left right after she started checking rooms. That also wasn’t like the mice, they were very friendly creatures— one of the most friendly things Dr. Grey had in...