Evan.T.Dearhart

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I have 139 stories published in 9 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 111196 times and one story has been cherrypicked.

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Rapscallion Esq

An over thirty something (an age descriptor that should cover me for life...) chap whose been through enough and still has more to come. 

I like to build stuff when I find the time, money and motivation and write when i have the inkling, mood or whatever other factor induces it. 

I try and write prose and have discovered that I relatively/dubiously accomplished at writing lore and working new ideas seamlessly into the world I have created in my mind but have failed to get any of that up here so far. I am terrible at writing anything that might comprise a story. So bad. 

Most of the 'poetry' up here is from a bygone age and is kept here as much for posterity as anything.

Feel free to enjoy or wince at the writing at your pleasure and perhaps I'll get to adding more again. Which is about as edgy as i get nowadays, 

My stories

Rocks Against time

a river flowing Amid rocks time against the few. figures that stand apon the rocks still amoungst the rush Silently looking round More rocks appear Time cannot erode them nor the flow disturb them

Should the rain stop

In this veil of falling rain I leave and empty wake, that soon will be filled the rain falls on leaving my path unbeaten as before i move on unnoticed

...Vampyre

hmm, i need to write this in prose. He sits at his desk finding a way to kill the lord who took his love. He dies, while his love lives on many years later, hundreds mabye, she finds her sire and ends him. now she seeks to die to be with her love. -#or#- she writes about herself, each verse is a different time, a girl/woman writes about herslef in the third person for shame of being her, both are getting written

One Blink,

Sharing the title of one of my Exgirlfriends Poems and sharing an opinion i really agree with. Mabye i might get her poem up here, i'll ask her for the permission to. This poem is in away adam and eve ish. it was supposedly them that lost us our perfect life. but plaese note, they hadnt recognised that their 'bits' meant anything. who knows, had they eaten from the tree of immortality instead, would the human race ever have been born? shame its only a story but mabye. One blink and innocence is lost. Thats what my Ex said, her peom was not on about Adam and eve but about losing your innocence in your first blink. So true.

Winters life,

The Sun, Winters life is in its Sun. The most beutifl sunrises can been seen in winter. Something i think summer lacks.

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