Adrian Hollomon
Bio
She/Her. Loves books. Writes mostly fantasy.
Stories (17/0)
Happy Travels
“Are you still interested in the job, Ms. Brighton?” the AI inquired. Torrance was not interested in the work itself. She needed the pay. If not now, then soon. Her savings were no longer as healthy as they’d once been. And even then, they hadn’t been enough. She had no credit amount in mind to equate with peace of mind.
By Adrian Hollomonabout a year ago in Fiction
Camping
I’m cold. It’s the first thing I realize when I wake up. The second is that I should be asleep and I’m not. Did I mention I hate camping? Not only is it dark outside and again I say cold. Here in nature lacks the noise of civilization. I find it far from peaceful. Animals are not quiet. Insects continue to buzz even with the moon shining bright. Of course for many of them, it’s time to be awake. I wish I could say the same.
By Adrian Hollomon2 years ago in Psyche
Artemis
To Apollo on the Death of Orion My heart aches today in a way I have never felt before and long to never feel again. I had hoped to avoid this feeling. This emptiness and ongoing sadness. Will it never cease? The stars above are a constant, agonizing reminder of what never will become. Tears cannot quell the damage wrought by my own hands. These hands I once took such pride in now bloodstained and shaking with woe.
By Adrian Hollomon3 years ago in Poets
The Disappearance of Light
There was once light, love, and warmth that time soon ended and it disappeared leaving nothing, but gloom. Light vanishes from the seemingly ever-present darkness. Pain becomes a pleasurable corruption because there’s nothing else left to feel. Torture implies a reward not a deserved punishment. Temptation and beauty remained unchanged and untouched, without happiness embraced, rejected, disgraced. Night reigns over day, removing the shade of grey once provided by rain cloud. Poison flows like nectar in the once pristine stream. Trespasses unforgiven and blood becomes the river. Evil stalks walks the earth with no chains abound. It takes many forms undefined though expressed with goodness and mercy and bribes.
By Adrian Hollomon3 years ago in Poets
Natural Order
Lady Winter awoke out of season. Lord Spring’s shift had come and gone, making way for Queen Summer to make her grand entrance. There was usually a party. Lady Winter never attended the gathering crawling with sycophantic lesser nobles. None had been given the opportunity to get into the royal’s good graces.
By Adrian Hollomon3 years ago in Fiction
Work Seasons
Lady Winter awaited company during her final day on the job. She walked upon the last snowfall of her work season. She’d had a light load. Not enough to really do as she wished. One season of labor and three to rest was just the way it was and had always been. But as the season ended she did not yet feel tired. Her workload had been a light one.
By Adrian Hollomon3 years ago in Fiction
A Ritual Sacrifice
All the villages in the kingdom thrived except for one. Small and on the outskirts, it had land for crops and livestock. Just enough to feed the people who dwelled there and little to trade with others. Wilderness lay beyond it. The kind which housed dragons and other ferocious creatures. Rumors carried sightings of basilisks and griffins.
By Adrian Hollomon3 years ago in Fiction