Addison Horner
Bio
I love fantasy epics, action thrillers, and those blurbs about farmers on boxes of organic mac and cheese. I live in Orlando, FL with my wife, two temperamental avocado trees, and the World's Cutest Puppy™.
Achievements (8)
Stories (38/0)
The Piano Lesson
[Please play the following video while reading The Piano Lesson.] The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Everything else looked the same. Miss Carmen’s walnut brown console piano sat there in its worn, weathered glory. Miss Carmen herself stood behind me, her familiar glare focused on the fingers of my right hand. That hand sat on the keyboard, frozen in the middle of a D major scale, middle finger perched uncertainly on the F natural I’d just played.
By Addison Horner2 days ago in Horror
- Runner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge
illuminaciónRunner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Tonight, Vuela would dance too. She loved the way Mexico City came alive with the clouds – slowly, ponderously, like a child meeting her sibling for the first time. Electric lights flickered among a legion of flat rooftops that stretched across the grassy plains and toward the foothills of Popocatépetl. Tiny, scattered shapes – the Enlightened Ones – took to the skies with the advent of the Hora Morada. On starry nights, pinpricks of distant suns filtered through the clouds and spotted the slopes with hazy circles of illumination.
By Addison Horner26 days ago in Fiction
Seth Godin's Ten Things
Are you good enough? I absolutely HATE this question. It pierces the armor I've built up around myself, the layers of professionalism and validation I've acquired over the years, and punches me in the soul. In my successes it whispers doubt, and in my failures it shouts condemnation. It tries to unmake me.
By Addison Hornerabout a month ago in Motivation
Middlemist
Before you died, I brought you flowers. We stole away before sunrise. The wheelchair didn’t fit in the trunk, so I carried you to the passenger seat. Even your frail frame nearly wasted my strength. Our aged love would never wane, but my hands shook as I keyed the ignition.
By Addison Hornerabout a month ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Time Traveler Challenge
Plato's WagerRunner-Up in Time Traveler Challenge
399 BCE. Athens, Greece. The pyre is ready. Drenched in oil, swaddled in white cloth, Archelaus’s body lays in stately rest on the funereal platform. Hundreds of Athenians watch in somber silence as a young, bearded man lifts a blazing torch above his head. Blinking back tears, he sets his jaw and lowers the flame.
By Addison Horner2 months ago in Fiction
The Craft of Cinematic Prose
One Arabian summer, a notorious street rat cons his way into courtship with the local princess. Between swaths of Robin Williams one-liners and cultural stereotypes, he offers the princess a world tour via magic carpet. As they take to the skies, the suitor serenades his love with a now-iconic ballad, beginning with these words:
By Addison Horner2 months ago in Motivation
I'm Here. If You Need Me.
If walls could talk, believe me, I’d NEVER shut up. I imagine our conversation would go like this: You walk in, just like you’re doing now, all bedraggled and beset. Your boots kick up dust and scuff the concrete. Scuff, scuff, shuffle, repeat. Kinda like the others did, before the end.
By Addison Horner2 months ago in Fiction
