R.R.Hannaman
Bio
I have been writing a lot of stories and poems for a long time. It is nice to have a place to share it. I like to write about varying topics in my poem. I am constantly working on my world building and stories about my world Avaboya.
Stories (29/0)
Avaboya: Hidden World
Melodious goes over some new legislations the Council have presented. Dark hair pulled up to keep out of her face. Focusing on the ink glowing from pen into fine print. Kanda, a spell caster and an agent of her Court, provides aid. Looking over the volumes lining her bookshelf on her desk. While telling anecdotes from her recent travels with her ward, Karma. Currently lays sprawl on a settee across the room. She placed her boots underneath the settee and her feet up on the couch. Her robe draped over the back of the small settee, just long enough to lie on with her long blueish-grey hair fan out. Her grey eyes roam the patterns on the ceiling. Soon her gaze fixates on the globe in the corner of the room.
By R.R.Hannaman5 months ago in Chapters
Avaboya: Hidden World
Chapter 1 Briar’s Halls, the official building of delegates. Settled in Briome, Capital of Ambrias. Their reigning Monarch, Melodious, has early meetings with two councilors. She and the councilors look over identical reports. One is the Head of Finances department and the other is the Trade-Charcoal distribution branch. Reports in hands concern the charcoal distribution reports and the harvesting rotations.
By R.R.Hannaman6 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years. But one night a candle burned in the window. A blue light, almost silver around the edges of the light. It flickered but remained lit despite the draft. Every pulse of the flame it brightens. A strong glow just past the window while the rest remained empty of life. It rains heavily that night; a sudden thunderstorm starts and lightning arcs in the sky, in the distance.
By R.R.Hannaman2 years ago in Horror
The Celestial Express
Karla wakes up in a groggy fashion and slowly sits up in her seat. While disoriented, she is wondering how she came to be here. However, Karla startles awake when she sees nothing but a night sky. Not even a skyline. Jolting up and kneeling on the seat places her hands on the large picture windows on the moving train? A train when she gets here? It must be in the country and it's so dark she just can't see anything. Perhaps she is on an elevated train or bridge? The stars are so close and big.
By R.R.Hannaman2 years ago in Fiction
