The Areson Stories

I'm Writing A Play! Dear Blog Readers;            So, for anyone who reads my blog reguarly, my writing lately has been a little spiratic. Don't worry though, I still have plenty of stories to tell. In the whole, three seconds of spare time I have in my life righ now I'm startting a new progect. I'm turning my story Raven, it's already on the blog, into a play. I don't know if I'll be able to get it produced or not but I'm trying something new anyway. Wish me luck! ...And also while you're at it you might want to wish for my sanity to stay in tact, that'd be nice... Oh well.  Sinceraly, E. M. Areson

Library of Inspi ration By E. M. Areson Photo By Christophe Maertens When she saw the old farmhouse sitting next to the cornfield of ripe corn, on an early February morning she knew she’d found the place she was looking for. It was cold and the wind seemed to make it twenty degrees colder. The farmhouse was crisp white with a bright red roof and trim. It seemed to have several doors and all of them were painted a different color. The yard too, what little of it wasn’t part of the corn field, had green grass. Light came from many of the windows and a sign painted on the front read, in big letters, MAZE MOTEL, ROOMS ALWAYS AVAILABLE. She walked towards the blue door she guessed was the front door. It was closest to the road and looked friendlier than the other doors. She cupped her hands together and blew into them. Her jacket seemed to thin for this weather, and once again she wondered what she was doing. She tried to think of what the weather had been like when she’d left