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Jason woke up with a start. He looked around his pitch black darkened room to try and figure out what had woken him up so. Once his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he looked over to find his window open slightly. He cocked his head to the right and thought to himself, “Did I leave that open?” He didn’t think he had so he carefully pulled back the covers and immediately felt a cold wind flow over him and started to shiver. “What the heck? Did the furnace go out?” Jason said to himself as he gingerly put his foot on the floor next to his bed. The floor was ice cold. He pulled his foot back sharply only to hit it on the footboard. “Dagnabit!” he swore as he rubbed the spot where his instep had hit.

He sat there for a few more minutes and then said to no one in particular. “Okay let’s get this over with. That window needs to be shut and I need to turn the light on.” He quickly stood up from the bed and limped his way over to the window. When he reached to shut the window he was shocked by the metal handle. He cursed under his breath. “This is not my night!” he said. He then reached for the handle again and quickly shut the stubborn window.

Once the window was shut, he turned and limped his way to the light switch. He flicked the light on and was instantly blinded. He threw his hands up to his eyes to cover them, and once again cursed under his breath. When he could see clearly, he looked around his room. “What in the world?” he said. Everywhere he looked items were thrown this way and that. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, his books were either tattered and torn or lay haphazardly showing that the binds had been broken. His eyes then came to rest on his desk, where he knew he had left his latest art piece. He couldn’t quite see the piece he had left, so he limped his way over.

There on the art piece that he had been working on for a school project where the words, “Stop or suffer the consequences!” It was signed DW. He shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs that he knew must be covering his brain from being woken up so suddenly. This had had no effect whatsoever on the wording on his art piece. For the life of him, he could not figure out what he was supposed to stop, nor who DW could be.

Okay, I am going to end this here. If you have any suggestions on a Title or have any comments you would like to give on where you think this story will go next, please leave them below I would love to read them!

Thanks! ~ Eryn

Good Afternoon All,

Thank you for taking the time to read what I have to say. I am currently working on 2 books, as well as a short story. All of which I hope to have published.

My mother says I have been writing ever since I learned to write. I do remember as a child writing a short story about meeting Abraham Lincoln and being in the theater when he was assassinated. I have looked all over for it, but have not been able to find it as of yet.

I can honestly say that as an adult I did not catch the bug of becoming a published author until a friend of mine who I had been writing rp with had decided to write a book using the characters that she had created. She now has several books out as well as several anthologies that she has been a part of.

The world of RP is a huge one, and anyone can be anyone they wish to write. I know I had used several characters from different fandoms such as Twilight and Harry Potter, as well as started creating my own characters. The creating of my own characters was the fun part because I could make them whoever I wanted to be, and out of this a story begins.

I have yet to come up with a title for either of the books that I am working on. The short story I believe I will stick with the title Family Business.

Once again thank you for taking the time to read this blog. I hope you will decide to follow me here as well as on Twitter and Facebook. I look forward to getting to know all of you and hope that something I say will help you out as well.

Tata for now!

Eryn Ryans

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Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton