Shayla Beesley
Bio
An Artist Trapped in a Vampire's Body.
Stories (3/0)
The Cost of Winning
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Unless of course you have been live streaming your entire experience via satellites back to Earth, so people can laugh at you when you accidentally drop a cup of hot coffee in your lap. We are supposed to have gravity locks in place but every once in awhile there’s a glitch and either your food ends up floating off the table, or you end up in the air. When the gravity lock regains power, you or the food, fall. Makes for great entertainment back on Earth. I’m sure the stadium of people watching the Jumbotron during half time enjoyed that scream.
By Shayla Beesley2 years ago in Futurism
Blood and Chocolate
“Today is Friday the 30th, 2021. The time is 1:30AM. I’m detective James Marllow. Badge number 3580. Sitting with me is Eric Porter. Hello Mr. Porter. I ask that you acknowledge that the interview is being recorded and that you consent to the recording.”
By Shayla Beesley3 years ago in Psyche
The Little Black Book
Life gives you the experiences you need, the suffering and trauma, to allow your soul to evolve. Those who complain are missing the point. Don’t get me wrong. I love to complain. I hate sleeping on the cold sidewalks of Los Angeles. This was never the life I had planned when I moved here with my newly acquired bachelors degree in Hospitality Management from Arizona State University. The plan was to work at a prominent nightclub as the gate keeper, telling all the beautiful and wealthy people who wanted to go behind the magic curtain, no. Sorry, we are at capacity. To make them wait outside and humble their fragile egos, while helping train their scantily clad bodies to endure the cold of a West Coast night. And then, of course, to work my way up the ranks until I owned my own club. Till I was king of LA’s nightlife.
By Shayla Beesley3 years ago in Motivation