Brady Hollis
Bio
I am a creative. In whichever world I can fly, so do I.
Stories (3/0)
The Silent Hand
The room was silent. Outside the trees creaked, the animals scurried, and the wind brushed the cares of the day down the grass-lined road. None of those sounds could penetrate into this room. She eyed the plate before her, the seemingly benign experience of sitting down for some dessert rudely interrupted.
By Brady Hollis3 years ago in Fiction
Release Me
“Resistance has failed. Subject is set for termination.” He hit the crates hard, his naked body bruising as he felt the spears of dozens of festering splinters from the old wood. He rolled through the rough hay. It stuck to the cold mucus that covered his body, enveloping him in a coat of yesterday’s chaff.
By Brady Hollis3 years ago in Fiction
New Normal
I ate dinner slowly that night, chewed with a mechanical thoughtlessness, stared out into nothingness with dry bark grinding between my teeth. The table was silent. Dad, his brow furrowed in concentration, flicked through his phone for something diverting. Ann sat pensively, her dark hair hanging in a curtain almost touching her chicken and mashed potatoes. The fork lowered, then raised, and another bite of the gristly flavorless flesh disappeared between my teeth.
By Brady Hollis3 years ago in Fiction