Hillora Lang
Bio
Hillora Lang feared running out of stuff to read, so she began writing just in case...
While her major loves are fantasy and history, Hillora will write just about anything, if inspiration strikes. If it doesn't strike, she'll nap, instead.
Stories (42/0)
- Top Story - May 2022
The Dystopia I Feared Is Upon UsTop Story - May 2022
I am a writer. Words and the stories I create with them are my identity and my life's purpose. But every now and then I go through these "no writing" spells, where the stories and words just won't come. I'm starting to recognize that these spells coincide with world events, over which I have no control. I'm trying little tricks to fool myself into storying, like leaving my docs open to the next paragraph or feeding my brain inspiring stuff–books, movies, videos–to get over the hump. But this time, as we face the defeat of women's reproductive freedom in the United States, the words won't come. All I can see is The Handmaid's Tale in my mind, which leaves room for nothing else.
By Hillora Lang2 years ago in Viva
So Much to Lose
I've been thinking about all that could be lost in my life as a single woman who chose never to marry or give control of my life to a man, as the Republican Religious Right works to destroy the gains we've made as a humanistic society, wherein everyone deserves to be treated equitably and respectfully. I'm sure there are many things I haven't thought of yet. Please add your own concerns in the comments.
By Hillora Lang2 years ago in Viva
What to Feed Your Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Well, not living in the Valley. Sure, there was the random scorch mark to be found, when I was out gathering herbs for my potions or digging for tubers. I knew there had to be dragons somewhere nearby, but it would take some real investigation to figure out why, exactly, they didn’t live there.
By Hillora Lang2 years ago in Fiction
Cerulean Blue
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Snuggleuppels was the first to come down out of the hills and make it his home. They should have known, those foolish humans, that a beast so large, so intelligent and wily and inquisitive, wouldn’t be suitable as a pet. It didn’t matter that dragons looked like something out of a fairy tale, that their scales were the colors of jewels, that every single one created in Chimera BioLab’s state-of-the-art facilities would fill an innate longing for magic in a world of science.
By Hillora Lang2 years ago in Fiction