Holly Draper
Bio
I’ve always loved writing, and I’m excited to get some work out there! I tend to write more on the dark and spooky side. So if you’re into it, check it out! My art insta is @drapersdapperdoodles, and cosplay is @drape_soda
Stories (11/0)
2024
I don’t expect to achieve greatness in the next year. “Shoot for the moon, and you’ll land among the stars,” they say. But they never mention the fall. The shattering, devastating plummet into the self-criticizing abyss of failure. Forever tumbling and smashing into the nightmares of your shortcomings, the descent to the stars is a crash landing when all hope for achieving the dream is lost.
By Holly Draper6 months ago in Writers
Hello. Content Warning.
Hello. I suppose most communication begins with a polite greeting. Whether it be between two people, a friend rejoining their small crowd, or a broadcast to the entire world population, a proper greeting is not only the custom, but an expectation.
By Holly Draper7 months ago in Fiction
The Grand Adventures of General Macaroni
“Settle down now, grandpups,” he paused to sneeze, “Your ol’ granddog is gonna tell you whippersnappers a bedtime story.” “Story! Story!” The puppies wagged in excitement as they spun around three times before laying down.
By Holly Draperabout a year ago in Fiction
Mending a Tear
______Chicago, Illinois - 2092______ Lightning pierces the dark, stormy night sky, and briefly illuminates the swaying branches as they dodge the pelting raindrops. A slow, creeping roar of thunder startles him, and he peeks through the curtain in awe. He had been working so diligently that he hadn’t even realized it was dark, let alone storming. The wind whips through the leaves, and the sound resembles an eerie, muffled scream inside his lab.
By Holly Draperabout a year ago in Fiction
Magus Murus. Top Story - January 2024.
If walls could talk within the perceivable human auditory range, history would not be doomed to repeat itself. I could have warned you, shown you the errors of your meat sack ways. I could have saved you from your premature mortal coil.
By Holly Draperabout a year ago in Fiction
Stranded. Top Story - January 2023.
It was a gorgeous, sunny day in Southern California. Luke and his parents were about to set sail on a long cruise to Hawaii and the surrounding islands. The breeze tousled his short blonde hair in the wind as he stood on the deck, watching the other travelers gather on board.
By Holly Draperabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blackout
A dark cloaked figure stumbles amidst a thicket of trees and shrubbery on the hillside. Holding their stomach, blood trickles between fingers and stains the footprints in the grass and mud. A deep, painful groan is hushed by the foliage as they crumple next to a large willow tree trunk. The only discernible features to be seen were eyes unsheathed from the elements. Their bright emerald eyes scan the horizon quickly, while trying to stifle their trembling breath. A weathered metal tin gleams in the passing sunlight, hidden in the trunk of the tree. The mysterious individual grasps the container, opens it, and reveals a series of handwritten letters.
By Holly Draper2 years ago in Fiction
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