Creation

By Frederick Kazar Evans

I have had this idea for what seems like forever. I have developed it over the past fifteen years while laying in bed at night. Working out the problems for this idea while laying in bed at night has always helped me to fall asleep, it always put my mind at ease and allowed me to forget about the problems of that day. The first sparks of this idea that I have been working on began when I was a child, around the age of six or five years old. My older brother and I would play this game where we would draw a battle scene on a piece of paper and use our pencils as weapons fire by standing them up on the sharpened points steadying them at the erasers end with our finger tips. Trying to aim them in the direction of the opposing force, pushing down on the eraser sending the pencil tip, drawing a line of fire at the enemy. We would do this for hours at time entertaining ourselves before and after dinner, we did this for years changing and elaborating the ship designs that first started off as simple triangle fighter with windows and stick figure men piloting them to massive Star Ships and destroyers in varying space scenes. I would design these new ships in bed at night and trying to figure out new tactics to destroyer my brothers fleet.

Time went by, we both got older and did not play this game as often, then soon not at all. In nineteen-eighty-nine my brother graduated high school and joined the Army. At night I would lull myself to sleep by continuing the game in my head but after a few years it began to become much more than a just a game. It grew into an entire parallel universe that I had devised, a path that humanity would follow in this world be it exploration, colonization, resource management and the continuation of the human species.

A Venture Up North

By Frederick Kazar Evans

The sun shinning bright between the clouds for a moment. Still the cold breeze in the air whips the few remaining particles of water racing to the ground from the passing clouds. An hour and forty minutes from home by flight to the emerald city. The ground sparkles, reflecting the few rays of light that stream through the break in the clouds off of the freshly fallen hail on the drive way to the in-laws house.

We unpacked the rental car and muscle the luggage up to the front door and ring the bell. A whirlwind of arms encompasses the wife and I. We get wrapped in hugs, kisses and firm hand shakes. The smell of Indonesian food attacks my senses and warms the heart of my wife as we take off our shoes. After taking the luggage up stairs the father in-law of only nine months enlists my abilities to solve minor problems yet again just like the fist time I ventured up north with my fiancee. Luckily this time it's not mid February with a ton of snow blocking the drive way. That day I had earned the soon to be father in-laws respect by offering to shovel the drive way for the man who was in his sixties and who also had a bum knee.

Folliculitis

Folliculitis

By: Frederick Kazar Evans - 2004

Running through the black forest, wielding my sword with its onyx handle and serrated edge slashing at the curling branches and vines. Speeding up slopes and stammering down the hills meticulously chopping away, only slicing the growth that stood in my path. The area that I had found myself in was beginning to become so entangled that cutting through was damn near impossible. Chopping and slashing, trying to clear enough away that I might maneuver through the unsightly growth. In the corner of my eye, something had moved; stopping for a moment to catch my breath I surveyed my surroundings when from behind I was grabbed by one of the vines that I had chopped. It was the root end that had come to life and was lifting me into the air and wrapping its self around my waist slowly making its way to my neck getting ever so tighter around me.

Suddenly, off in the distance I heard an awful sound that sent shivers through my body, and that was more terrifying than being crushed to death by the attacking plant. The sound grew closer as I struggled against the plant trying to free myself of its grip. Closer and closer the sound came, shaking the plant and I. The ground began to tremble and it seemed that the entire world started to lose focus. The plants vines had a firm grasp around my neck; all seemed lost. I struggled and pulled at the vines surrounding my throat tearing at it with my fingers and pulling until I was able to get them underneath, drawing the vines away from my neck in hopes of getting air, and still the ominous sound drew even closer as the seconds that seemed like years went by.