Category: Fiction
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The Clearing

© Johannes Evans 2019 The brook babbled quietly, the water flowing with an almost musical tinkle of sound. It complimented the gentle rustle of leaves above, as well as the pretty song of the closest birds. It fed into a large pond, clear and clean. At its side there was little plant life, though on the…
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Stormy Seas

Only when it was stormy would she appear. On bright days with clear skies, she was nowhere to be found nor seen, even when wind whipped over the ocean surface, ’til it was a roiling mess of white. But when the clouds grew dark and the sky went grey, she appeared as if she’d risen…
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The Lighthouse

Johannes Evans © 2019 Routine was the most important thing. He’d maintained the lighthouse for years upon years now, and had grown comfortable in his habits. It made things easier, simpler. The lighthouse was his life. Mornings were simple. Before breakfast he would check the lighthouse, turn off the bulb as the morning sun grew brighter.…
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The Shepherd

© Johannes Evans 2019 “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight.” It is late. It seems it has been late for a very long time — but then, is time stretched when one is lost? Are not all people lost, at one time or another? And when one is lost, does time pass slower, or has the warm summer…
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The Photographer

© Johannes Evans 2019 He had seen much, in his time. He had seen a million sunsets, a hundred thousand ancient oaks, pretty women uncountible, and so much more. And, of course, he had captured each on film. He liked boats. He always had: he loved the slight rock of one in the water, loved the…