Sheila Sellinger, Author
Bio
Born and raised in the United States, Sheila Sellinger is a Christian author who normally writes adventure romance and biblical fiction, but is now trying her hand at articles and short fiction as well, in a wide variety of styles/genres.
Stories (10/0)
Teri Buckalew
Teri Buckalew is a foster manager (previously with Robin's Nest of Indy) and founder of Cuddle Me Cat Rescue. She is instrumental in saving the lives of an incredible number of cats and kittens each year. I could only wish that there were more people like her.
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Humans
My Water Baby (NOT)
We lowered the kayak into the water at the edge of the lake, then climbed in and settled ourselves into place. Once that was done, we coaxed Jade to board in front of me and sit down, which she reluctantly did in spite of her insecurities.
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Petlife
Out With The Old, In With The New!
How important is sleep? For some time now, sleep has been considered simply a period of time during which the body and brain go into a state of stasis. However, current studies show that the body and brain actually continue to function fully throughout our many sleep cycle stages. Indeed, our bodies and minds require these stages of sleep in order to maintain our health and be able to support peak performance. The total amount of quality sleep that we get, and how we visit each one of our sleep stages directly impacts how rested we feel the next day.
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Longevity
Breaking News!
An utterly shocking, yet not entirely unanticipated, incident occurred in Washington DC early this Christmas morning when Santa Claus, AKA old Saint nick, AKA Kris Kringle, AKA Saint Nicholas, AKA Father Christmas, AKA Santa, was remarkably caught sneaking through the White House. A top-secret surveillance footage of the unusual incident allegedly shows Mr. Claus slipping effortlessly down the first chimney into the president's personal study. Two diligent and ambitious Secret Service agents quickly apprehended a surprised Mr. Claus while he was quietly exiting the den shortly after joyously helping himself to several delicious and colorfully decorated Christmas tree shaped sugar cookies and a glass of warm chocolate almond milk. Since nothing else was visibly taken or disturbed, and indeed many wonderful new items had been happily left behind by Mr. Claus, the attorney general's office is frustrated and concerned in that they are unable to charge the jolly gentleman with theft at this time.
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Fiction
Finding Kittens, Finding Me
I've always loved animals, ever since I was 9 years old and found an injured pigeon outside of church in the parking lot. I begged my mother to take that bird home and let me keep it, and she reluctantly said yes. Now, it soon followed that I found another pigeon, wounded on the street and took it home, also. Those pigeons became more pigeons, and I joined 4H where I expanded my collection to include chickens, ducks, geese, turkeys, quail, doves, dogs, rabbits, and guinea pigs. I did very well in 4H, and in high school I joined FFA. I got a job at Hardee's, saved my money, and bought a pony that I named Blackie. Blackie was followed by a horse named Sandy, and then I got pregnant. I was 19 years old by that time, still living at home, still having all my animals, and my mother said that they all had to go except the dogs. I had to grow up because I was going to be a mother. I was sad to have to get rid of my loved ones, but I realized that as an adult I had responsibilities that outweighed my love for animals, so my collection was divided up between several children who needed animals for 4H.
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Petlife
It's Not Aquaphobia?
Simone stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her reflection staring back at her. She examined the dark circles under her eyes, then the slight oiliness of her hair. Picking up her hairbrush, she sighed deeply, and stared at the bristles for what seemed like eternity before running them through her raven tresses. Once she started brushing, it felt wonderful on her scalp, scratching and scraping the itchiness away. Tiny flakes of dandruff followed the bristles through her hair, sitting like snowflakes against its inky darkness. Lightly brushing the flakes away with her fingertips, she set the brush back down and turned to leave the room.
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Psyche
The Secret Adventures Of Squeakity, part 03
(Before we begin this next installment, it should be mentioned that Squeakity’s enclosure is actually a hard plastic child's swimming pool surrounded by garden fencing that was designed to keep rabbits out. The bottom half of the fencing is comprised of 1x2 inch square wire holes, whereas the upper part widens out into 3x3 inch squares. This is how she is able to climb out of her enclosure, in her stories, and embark on her many adventures.)
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Adventures Of Squeakity, part 02
Squeakity paced the circumference of her enclosure, her whiskers twitching to the rhythm of her rapidly beating heart. If what Tigera said was true, then it was terrible news. The pine shavings under her feet made little crunching sounds as she wiggled back and forth on her stubby little legs. After four or five lengths, she stopped at the northern edge and looked up at Tigera.
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Adventures Of Squeakity, part 01
As the lights went out for the night and all was quiet in the room that she shared with the cats, Squeakity heard something strange coming from the room next to hers. The connecting door was open a few inches, but not enough to see through, even if she could see in the dark. From the open door leading to the living room, she could see the blinking green lights of the computer router. The hum of the heater and clicking of the ceiling fan as it turned round and round were familiar sounds to her. So, what was the sound she had heard?
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Fiction
Kitten Rescue
Tens of thousands of kittens around the world are born outside "on the streets" every year and many of them find themselves abandoned, often as young as a few days old, by mothers who, sadly, can not care for them for anymore one reason or another. More than likely as not, these orphans suffer from a multitude of afflictions including, but not limited to, malnutrition, dehydration, and/or disease. They can be eaten by predators such as; foxes, coyotes, dogs, and birds of prey, be infested with many types of internal and external parasites, or be exposed to extreme temperatures which, left unrescued.... Kills. Too many die due to these tragedies without ever being discovered.
By Sheila Sellinger, Author2 years ago in Petlife
