Selena Shandi
Bio
I am a very optimistic human being who studied psychology and comparative religion in school, worked closely with individuals with disabilities / diverse abilities and now live in my van writing.
Stories (7/0)
The Many Lessons of Starting Vanlife
We’ve learned quite a few things since embarking into vanlife, both before and after the van was actually constructed. Some things are more useful than others, but everything shapes how we move forward and make better choices in the future. The first and most important lesson. SUNSCREEN! Living in a hot car with sunburn is just not a good plan.
By Selena Shandiabout a year ago in Humans
A Cafe Conversation
Befriending a Stranger Today I sat in a coffee shop in Colorado and talked to a man from Australia. We were complete strangers a couple hours ago, and now if I ever saw him again I would greet him like an old friend. I would ask him about his children, his wife and I would hope he found a home in which he was happy. I would recognize his pale blue eyes, the deep lines of innumerable, honest smiles that crease the sides of them and the thick, black and silver hair that surrounds his face and which he tugs at lightly when he is deep in thought. I may even recognize his penmanship, a note scribbled on the back of his notebook as he walked, reminding him that in the weeds there are flowers and from forges come creations even more valuable than what went in. I would note the swirling loops of cursive mixed with the straight and neat lines of print.
By Selena Shandiabout a year ago in Humans
A Taste of Freedom
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Smoke rose from the formerly deserted chimney and the smell of greasy, fatty meat lingered in its wake. The smell of meat was more intriguing than the cabin’s new resident. Food of any kind was a rarity in the years since the war began, but meat was an absolute luxury. Rowan’s mouth watered with its still lingering impression. His stomach echoed his longing in a low pitiful growl. It was that of a wounded animal hoping for sympathy on a late November night. Even just the smoke rising from the house wrapped Rowan in the warm memories of sitting by the fire with his parents and older brother just a few years ago.
By Selena Shandi2 years ago in Fiction
AZAI
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Its flame glowed painfully bright in the dark night. Azai looked at it quizzically, unsure what to make of this change in her routine. She stepped closer, observing it. The light shone only a few feet from her but failed to reflect on the wood of the window frame or the grass beyond it. She stepped tentatively on, stealing fearful glances around the deserted dwelling.
By Selena Shandi2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen's Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. A long time ago in a world only remembered in the literature of the scholar’s, people were kind and helped one another. Now however, it was common to find beasts that hoarded their riches despite the suffering of others. This is what brought the downfall of the planet. The rapacity of the drak, beings willing to kill anyone who dared to set foot near their wealth, no matter how hungry or desperate the victim. Those who would destroy forests and oceans to gain wealth in their one lifetime and damn all those to come after them.
By Selena Shandi2 years ago in Fiction
