Elvey’s Adventures: The Ploy

“This is going according to plan, by the way. I have to go, but I’ll be back.” Elvey muttered a word and the fog hung heavily over the outer world. A grave, almost sickly expression came over Elvey’s face. He slowly leaned against the wall. The other Elvey, the older Elvey from the garden, looked

Elvey’s Adventures: Caught

Rachel stepped away from the panel of the wall she had just dislodged, putting her hands up. One of the armed men stepped forward and checked her for weapons, taking the handgun she’d brought. A long, gray man entered. As this was happening, Elvey was saying, “I’m sorry, Hughes, I can’t do anything.” None of

Behind ‘Elvey’s Adventures’

I thought it would be good to take a quick look at my current writing project — Elvey’s Adventures — since it’s been a little while. I love to write. I find it both therapeutic (as mentioned in my recent blog post Writing Through Stress) and enjoyable. But, as happens to a lot of people,

Elvey’s Adventures: The Black Bird

(Notice: Due to a busy schedule, I may not publish the next section of Elvey’s Adventures on Monday) Liam stared at Mr. Elvey. “You came!” He said, “I thought –” Elvey interrupted him, saying, “I’m not the Elvey that was just with you…” he added in a heavier tone, “And hopefully he’s not the man

Elvey’s Adventures: The Fog

Finished with following the instructions Elvey had given her, Rachel pressed the enter key, stepping back. Nothing changed. “What’s supposed to happen now?” Steve asked, looking at Elvey. “The entrance to the garden has opened,” he began. “The garden?” Steve interrupted, “I don’t see any garden – how could…” “It’s a complex computer system, designed

Elvey’s Adventures: Entering the Lion’s Den

Steve Bates took over driving, with Liam and Rachel asleep in the back, after 20 minutes of introduction and explanation. He did not have far to go, however. Driving along a road lined with several large, dull buildings, he peered on either side at the addresses as he drove. Then, with a double look, he

Elvey’s Adventures: Believing the Impossible

When Elvey awoke, his wound had been dressed. He was in Liam’s room, on the bed, there were sounds of wakefulness in the house, and Steve Bates was standing next to the lamp, rubbing his chin. Elvey looked at the clock. It was 3:40 in the morning. He’d been out for almost thirty minutes.  

Elvey’s Adventures: In the Fog

They were off the highway, going through neighborhoods and by-roads to get to Rosen’s. The sun was slowly starting to shine behind the horizon. Rachel, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, glanced at Elvey. Except for concentratedly even breathing, the knife sticking out of his abdomen, and being very pale, there was little to

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Elvey’s Adventure: The Battle

Rachel yawned, and then said, “I don’t suppose it’s possible for you to take the wheel for a while?” Elvey smiled. Before he answered, Rachel said, “If you’re not really here, how can you be sitting here?” “I’m not,” he answered, “And anyway, you wouldn’t want to be stopped for driving without anyone in the