Addison Horner
Bio
I love fantasy epics, action thrillers, and those blurbs about farmers on boxes of organic mac and cheese. MARROW AND SOUL (YA fantasy) available February 5, 2024.
Achievements (8)
Stories (49/0)
How to Freeze the Sun
6:11 AM Junior wakes with a secret simmering behind his eyes. Today, he's going to freeze the sun. Both of his alarms go off fifteen minutes before dawn. He dresses quickly, gathers his grocery bag full of granola bars and superhero umbrella, and clears the junk from his desk. The junk has fulfilled its purpose: hiding Junior's secret ritual for freezing the sun.
By Addison Horner22 days ago in Fiction
The Art of Work: Valuing Time in the Age of AI. Top Story - June 2024.
Artificial intelligence isn't going away. You might be excited about that. You might be anxious. Whatever you're feeling, though, AI has become a permanent fixture in our society. As long as there's profit to be made, advancements in AI will shape the next wave of technology.
By Addison Horner2 months ago in 01
commitment-shy. Top Story - January 2024.
I’m scared of holding babies. For context, I’m great with kids. I teach music lessons for a living, with students ranging from four years old to retired (and I don’t ask their ages). I taught preschool music for three years and had a splendid time wrangling two-to-five year olds who could form rudimentary sentences and scream song lyrics back at me.
By Addison Horner7 months ago in Families
Marrow and Soul
If you want to watch thousands of people die in slow motion, go to a feast in the Palace District. Bells ring from the Four Temples, clashing with scores of street musicians who compete for the masses’ attention. Through the chaos and clamor walks a sixteen-year-old girl with brown hair cut above her shoulders and brilliant blue eyes.
By Addison Horner9 months ago in Fiction
Death Breaks Her Promise
Death came when Quentin least expected: that is to say, late. She strode through the door at five past nine. Bowler hat in hand, peacoat soaked by the sudden rain, blonde curls flying in every direction except the one ordained by gravity. Quentin watched her cross the linoleum, her corporeal form passing directly through the nurse on call before settling into the empty rattan chair reserved for loved ones.
By Addison Horner11 months ago in Fiction
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 Hornerabout a year ago in Horror
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