Paula Shablo

Joined January 2021

0 stories

Bio

Daughter. Sister. Mother. Grandma. Author. Artist. Caregiver. Musician. Geek.

(Order fluctuates.)

Follow my blog at http://paulashablo.com

Follow my Author page at https://www.amazon.com/Paula-Shablo/e/B01H2HJBHQ

Stories (184/0)

Chasing Time
The older I get The faster time flies away I'll never catch up
By Paula Shabloabout a month ago in Poets
The Room Where It Happens
If walls could talk, they say. If walls could talk, the stories they could tell. Or maybe they'd get you to tell them your own story.
By Paula Shabloabout a month ago in Fiction
Blue Holiday
Blizzards and roadblocks I'm getting nowhere today You're waiting; I'm blue *************************************** Sometimes getting home for the holidays is a real challenge.
By Paula Shablo3 months ago in Poets
Blue Eyes
No one else has them I'm the blue-eyed misfit in Brown-eyed family *************************************** For years I felt like this; a misfit. Parents and five children, all brown-eyed except me.
By Paula Shablo3 months ago in Poets
Sopris
Below Fisher's Peak Somewhere beneath the water Lies my Dad's hometown **********************************************************************
By Paula Shablo4 months ago in Poets
The Guardian Grandmother
This story is a continuation of The Dragon of the Valley. It is, first and foremost, worthy of note that having a dragon be your grandmother is amazing.
By Paula Shablo5 months ago in Fiction
Game Gone Wrong
This is a Halloween collaboration series created by our group, Saloon For Writers. Before continuing, be sure to read the first chapter of this collaboration, written by Angela Derscha:
By Paula Shablo5 months ago in Fiction
It's What Time, Again?
I wandered through the house at 4:30 this morning, checking locks, watching the rain, listening to Mom breathe. This isn't at all an unusual occurance. In fact, it is so much my "normal" that it's kind of boring.
By Paula Shablo6 months ago in Beat
Happy Birthday, Daddy
Mom celebrated her 85th birthday on August 20th. Dad didn't quite make it to his. He'd been looking forward to 85. He talked about it a lot.
By Paula Shablo7 months ago in Families
On Subject
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Are you being witty, Professor? Witty? I think not. No one could attest to the serious nature of my comment better than Subject 23. I assume she’s the reason I’ve been called before the Directive.
By Paula Shablo7 months ago in Fiction
Back in the Cupboard
There's something about a small space That always makes me feel secure Nothing coming in or going out Only room for me That may be why I spent so much of my time
By Paula Shablo7 months ago in Poets
Tickets, Please
The sounds of a train in motion were hauntingly familiar. The clack-clack-clackity-clack of metal wheels on metal tracks, the clanging of bells, the mournful wail of the whistle all penetrated the depths of his sleeping brain, calling to mind his boyhood home across the street from the train depot.
By Paula Shablo8 months ago in Fiction