Adrik Kemp’s short stories have been published all over the world, in places such as Aurealis Magazine, OUTStanding & Transmundane Press. He has two erotic vampire novellas with Pride Publishing, but don’t hold that against him.
Adrik is a bent Australian writer with a vested interest in LGBTIQ+ culture. He is proud to be an active part of the community. He also writes genre short stories, usually with an LGBTIQ+ perspective. He identifies as gay but doesn’t mind being called queer, and happily lives in Sydney with his husband, Carl De Villa.
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An Excerpt from "Mischa and the Mermaid"
A Featured Interview for IN THE AIR
An Explanatory note on Hyalads
An Excerpt from "The Cult of the Hyalad"
A Featured Interview for ON TIME
An ON TIME Excerpt: "Chasing the 999"
A Coming Out Story for National Coming Out Day
First Prize in the "LGBTIQ OutStanding Short Story Competition"
A short excerpt from "The Cult of the Hyalad":
In the centre of the beach, the sun beamed, and Bella spoke the names of the goddesses that had brought them such gifts. Astrape and Bronte, the sisters of lightning.
She begged the Aurai, the sprites of the wind, and she pleaded with Hecate, goddess of all magic, to bring forth their reason for coming to the island, for forming their sisterhood.
Her powerful words transferred to the runes and transmogrified the lightning-born glass into its most mystical form, a nymph, a hyalad.
The sun warmed her skin and dried the moisture in her hair. Humidity crept from the forest over the women and their new familiars.
Before Bella, her ephemeral hyalad danced upon the fresh glass surface, its chimes merging with that of the others to create an orchestra. Brilliant white bloomed like an enormous flower. From within rose a boyish creature, the pale counterpart to Edith’s green creation: a slim creature with huge diaphanous wings edged with bands that jingled as they fluttered in the breeze. Once born, it gazed with great expectation upon Bella.
The bodies of all five newborn nymphs sent shimmering waves of colour across the beach and through the forest. The humanoid creations took quivering steps across the sand to greet one another, their notes singing as their fingertips connected. Above, the smaller spirits hovered, urging the larger to take to the skies.
The air crackled.
Emerald and white hyalads shot towards the sun, diving in and out of the light.
The others flared their wings and held their arms out to their sides, palms pronated. Sunlight concentrated through their hands, and towers of sand drew up, only to be solidified into pristine monuments.