Timber Holmes

Joined January 2021

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Hurricane
Cerulean clouds Kiss the horizon before Storm darkening grey.
By Timber Holmes3 years ago in Poets
The Vanished Prince
“There weren’t always Dragons in the valley. When the High Wards lived in Omphalos nestled in the Bull’s Horns, dragons made their home in the Sawtooth Mountains far to the north.” Tirra read the first words aloud. “This one.”
By Timber Holmes4 years ago in Fiction
Errand
It wasn’t the voices that had waken me, I’d gotten used to those. It was the thumping of heavy boots. By the time I rushed downstairs, the paramedics were already lifting Ms. Alliston carefully from the floor. They used a handled sling to cradle her, and she practically disappeared into the quilted fabric of her dressing gown. “What happened?”
By Timber Holmes4 years ago in Fiction
Midland
The pink child sized roller suitcase disappeared around the end of the hallway beyond security as a smack to her temple woke her. She blinked sleepily, pulling her mind back from the airport to focus on the orange dust streaming outside the aluminum framed window which had become her accidental pillow. The bus bounced again, and she rubbed at her eyes, clearing the grit. Her skin felt a size too small, lips stuck together. There was no way of knowing how long she’d slept. Fully awake, she checked the silver heart, sliding it back and forth on the ribbon around her neck. Uncurling, her knees crunched complaining about the extended time bent against the pebbly green seat in front of her. Sleep had come with her head on her backpack, but even slumping over unconscious she hadn’t let the canvas out of her grip. The water in her bottle was flat and hot, but she swished it thoroughly before swallowing.
By Timber Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
Open Letter to Joss Whedon
Dear Joss Whedon; You have broken my heart. I embraced you as a genius, a hero, a feminist. I invited you into my home, introduced my children to you. I brought you into my classroom, introduced my students to you. Used your speaking in my speech class, your stories as narrative examples. I was proud to be a fan, not just because of your creative gifts, but because of the beliefs you shared about women. Your strong female characters were an inspiration to me. You were a successful artist who not only created worlds I loved but lifted those around you. I noticed the actors who followed you from one series to another, and I respected your dedication to helping those artists grow. In my mind my dedication to your work was both noble and warranted. Revising my belief in you is acutely painful. It isn’t just painful watching you, who I idolized, fall from the throne where I placed you, but horrifying realizing what I did to keep you there.
By Timber Holmes5 years ago in Viva
A New Diet
I started a new diet at the beginning of the year. At first, I was just going to hold myself to two weeks. The changes required great self-control and conscious decisions about what to imbibe. Though it started out difficult, it has become easier to adhere to as I feel the results. I am happier, less stressed, have more time for myself and my family. Perhaps we should begin there, with my family and why I felt the need to improve my diet.
By Timber Holmes5 years ago in Motivation