The Areson Stories

The Acknowledgement of My Book By: E. M. Areson I'm sorry I didn't post last week, I've been rather busy. One of my many projects is the getting one of my books published. It's called Darkly, A Collection of Legends . It's a group of short stories (Short stories are cheaper to get edited vs. my novel.) They're about Mordred, his descendant Darkly and at the end the story Raven, which is already on my blog. The picture is the working cover, designed by me. Hope you like my dedication. Wish me luck getting published. Dedication: For my father, who taught me to love books. For my mother, who taught me to love people. And for my God, who taught me love to begin with. Acknowledgments : I’d like to acknowledge all my teachers, who have been trying my whole life to convince me that just because a sentence sounds awesome doesn’t mean it makes any sense. I’d like to acknowledge Taylor Shane, a great author who’s given me some awesome writing advic...

No Regrets By: E. M. Areson “You just blew up half the city!” “I regret nothing.” “Jerk-face.” “Loser!” I blew a hole in the side of the barn where Henry was hiding. He rolled out and threw a bomb at me. I roll to the side as he yelled, “I’ve almost got you!” “Never!” I began shooting at him. “Boys,” My mother said. We turned to see her in the door of my bedroom. “Are you going to play that all day?” I quickly looked back at the game and put an end to my rivel. “Hay!” “Now we’re done,” I smiled at my mom and Henry hit me over the head with a pillow. I tackled him and we wrestled for a good ten minutes as my mom laughed. “Okay, that’s enough. Seriously, I wanted to know if you guys were hungry. But, since you’re so busy…” “We’re not busy!” “Then come on, I have pizza.” My mom went off to the kitchen. Henry and I untangled ourselves and looked at the game. “After lunch, you wanna-?” “Definitely.” I interrupted him, then we ran to get pizza.   P...

Taylor By: E. M. Areson My heart was pounding. I opened my eyes and reached for the lamp beside my bed. My dark bedroom instantly lit up when I flipped the switch. I looked over at my clock. 3:14 A. M. I’d been asleep about an hour and a half. My head ached and I rubbed my eyes. It was somehow not even surprising anymore. I set up. Maybe my mom wouldn’t notice if I just played on my phone. I grabbed my cell off my bedside table and looked for a game, none of them looked very appealing when I was this tired. I played around for a while then decided to re-organize my closet. After all, I wasn’t going to sleep. I sat cross-legged in front of my closet. I pulled all my shoes out to pair them. Gray boot with a gray boot. Pink tennis shoe with a pink tennis shoe. Red high-heel. I blinked. I didn’t own a red high-heel. I didn’t own any high-heels. I shivered. She did. She wore those heels every time I saw her. Wait. I’m asleep when I see her. I reached for the heel. It felt real. ...